Chapter 71 My Father Is Not a Favored Official

The man froze for a moment, then kicked the guard.

"Did you get heatstroke? Falling asleep right on the spot? If others see my guard acting in this sorry state, they'll think this Young Master can't afford to keep you!"

The guard rolled over and knelt on the spot, "This subordinate is guilty, but this Daoist... is truly strange!"

The guard was still feeling lingering fear; he didn't know what had happened just now, but he was certain that the Daoist before him must have been playing tricks.

"You rascal, you must have been going to Pingkang Ward too much. Next time, this Young Master won't take you there!"

After the man finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Jiang Chen.

Although he was a playboy, that didn't mean he lacked intelligence. His guards were all burly and skilled in martial arts, so how could they suddenly suffer from heatstroke?

Just now, the guard had suddenly collapsed and then looked at Jiang Chen with a face full of terror, as if he were some terrifying evil ghost.

It must have been the work of this Daoist, even if he didn't know what method was used.

But it proved that this Daoist had real skills and wasn't just a fake Daoist out to swindle people.

"Daoist, how about this: do you have any Soul-Calming Talisman for nourishing Qi here? I'll buy two."

Jiang Chen picked up a Soul-Calming Talisman from in front of him, "This talisman can calm the spirit and nourish Qi."

"How is this talisman used?" The man took the talisman and examined it carefully, but didn't find anything extraordinary; it seemed like just a piece of ordinary yellow paper.

"It only needs to be kept close to the body." Jiang Chen's Soul-Calming Talisman had already reached the fourth level, so it could take effect without chanting incantations.

"That's it?" The man was somewhat skeptical.

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Little Daoist, don't you dare try to swindle this Young Master. If you dare to swindle me, in this Chang'an, even if you hide in a rat hole, this Young Master will be able to find you!"

The man threatened viciously.

"One tael of gold per talisman." Jiang Chen ignored his threat and said indifferently.

"How much?!" The man's voice subconsciously rose, causing some passersby to turn their heads.

"One tael of gold? Why don't you just go rob someone?"

Jiang Chen looked at him in confusion and said as a matter of course, "How can robbery be faster than doing business?"

The man was choked up again. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was indeed the truth.

However, having said that, Jiang Chen's talisman was expensive, but it depended on who you compared it to. If compared to those bald donkeys at Dacien Temple, it was actually quite kind.

Dacien Temple also had protective talismans and peace talismans, but they were mostly ordinary trinkets for common people, filled with some calming incense powder, and not very useful.

The truly useful ones couldn't be bought without ten or a hundred taels of gold.

They would tell you that your heart wasn't sincere, and the Buddha wasn't willing to sell to you.

These days, even the Buddha had started doing business.

Of course, the man wasn't short of this money; it was mainly because of some matters that his father was at odds with Buddhism.

So it indirectly affected him as well.

"Fine, this Young Master will buy it. But you should know the consequences of deceiving this Young Master. This Young Master is named Yang Huazhang. Now you know who this Young Master is, right?" The man said his name with a haughty air.

"This poor Daoist does not know," Jiang Chen said truthfully.

"What? You don't know who I am?" Yang Huazhang looked incredulous, as if he had suffered a great insult, and he was so angry that he couldn't help but pace back and forth.

"You actually don't know who this Young Master is!"

"Is Your Excellency a member of the royal family?" Jiang Chen asked.

Yang Huazhang paused, "No."

"Do you mean that if I weren't a royal family member, you wouldn't know me, but if this Young Master were a royal family member, you would?"

"This poor Daoist means that since I don't even know the royal family members, who do you think you are?"

"You!" Yang Huazhang was furious.

"Fine, fine, fine. This Young Master is not afraid to tell you: my father is General Yang Sixu!"

General Yang Sixu?

Jiang Chen remembered him; he was one of the famous generals of the Great Tang.

As a descendant of a disgraced official and a eunuch, to be able to sit in the position of a Great General, reaching the pinnacle of officialdom.

In that case, this guy's background was truly extraordinary.

However...

Wasn't General Yang Sixu a eunuch? Could it be that when one's martial arts Cultivate reaches the Late Stage, that thing can grow back?

"You, you, you, what kind of look is that?"

Yang Huazhang hated it most when others looked at him with that strange, disdainful look, because although his family background was extraordinary and he was from a noble family, he was the child of a eunuch.

Because of this matter, he could never hold his head up in front of other noble families.

Although his status and position were the highest.

In the Han Dynasty, Cao Cao, because he was adopted by a eunuch, had to curse his own father in the street.

"If you dare to deceive this Young Master, I guarantee you won't be able to walk out of Chang'an City upright!" Yang Huazhang, flustered and exasperated, took out a tael of gold from his bosom and threw it to Jiang Chen.

"Your father pacified Annan; for the country and the people, his merit is immeasurable."

"It's useless to beg for mercy now... Uh, you, what did you say?" Yang Huazhang almost thought he had misheard.

"Say that again?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, closed his eyes, and said no more.

"What did he just say?" Yang Huazhang turned his head to confirm with the guard if he had misheard.

"The Daoist just said that the Duke pacified Annan, and for the country and the people, it is immeasurable Karma, and he also said that you, Young Master, as the son of the Duke, have also inherited his bravery and loyalty."

Yang Huazhang asked suspiciously, "Did he really say that just now? And he even praised me?"

"It is absolutely true, Young Master, this lowly one dares not lie."

"Really?"

"Really!"

Yang Huazhang no longer doubted him, and for a moment, he felt a mix of sorrow and joy in his heart.

He didn't expect that after being mocked by other aristocratic sons for so many years, he had finally met someone who understood him.

My father is not a favored official, and I am not the descendant of a favored official, nor the son of a eunuch.

I am the son of the current Great General of the Suppressing Army, Duke of Guo, General Yang Sixu, who was brave enough to crown the three armies, pacified Annan, and was enfeoffed as a Duke for his merits!

My family background and status should not be a laughingstock for others, but rather an honor.

Yang Huazhang's emotions rose and fell sharply, and for a moment, he couldn't help but let two tears fall from the corners of his eyes.

"Daoist, this Young Master... I am Yang Huazhang. May I know your Daoist name?" Yang Huazhang, for some reason, suddenly became serious and bowed respectfully to Jiang Chen.

"This poor Daoist's dharma name is Great True Lord Xuanyi, and my secular name is Jiang Chen. Your Excellency can call me Jiang Chen or Great True Lord Xuanyi." Jiang Chen returned the salute.

"Good, Daoist Priest Jiang, Brother Jiang, give me another one of these talismans!"

This feeling of being recognized was something he had dreamed of.

But everyone was mocking him, and even their gazes seemed to be silent mockery.

So he became a playboy, lingering in brothels all day, indulging in debauchery.

At this moment, he didn't know how to express the gratitude in his heart, so he could only buy a few more talismans to express his feelings.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chen shook his head, "Your Excellency, buying more is meaningless. Just this one is enough to solve your current urgent need."

Thus, Yang Huazhang felt even more that this Daoist, Jiang Chen, was extraordinary.

Other Daoists or monks were all eager for you to give them more money.

Where would you find one pushing business away?

"Good, Brother Jiang, if this talisman is useful, from now on, you and I are brothers. In the capital, if you have any matters, just let me know. There is nothing that I, Yang Huazhang, cannot handle!" Yang Huazhang said with heroic spirit.

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