The villain and I have eight hundred minds combined

Chapter 236 Mo Ziyu (2)

At the beginning, his daughter caught a glimpse of this boy when she was hanging out with a group of girls. Just from that one glance, she lost her appetite and felt like she had lost her soul all day long.

Now that I see him up close, this guy is indeed good-looking, and resembles Pan An, but can good looks be enough to make a living?

Lin Qifeng looked down on him, but the leader had ordered that all who came to join the sect would be accepted, so he had no choice but to say, "Well, come here and change into our clothes. Oh, and you must also get a tattoo of the Pure Heaven Sect."

"Okay." He said decisively.

He would give anything to save his sister.

After entering the Jingtian Sect, a group of people in black finally came to check on Mo Ziyuan's physical condition. They were not doctors, but were just following the orders of the sect leader to use magic to collect a little bit of the soul of every sick person.

The primordial spirit of a mortal is similar to the essence, energy and spirit, which are all indispensable. If they are absorbed for a long time, even the gods cannot save them.

They took her away on the pretext of helping Mo Ziyuan with her medical treatment, but in reality they were taking her spirit for their use every day.

But Mo Ziyu, who knew nothing, still thought that his sister could be saved. As long as he obeyed the arrangements of Jingtian Sect, his only family member would be able to recover.

"After joining the sect, we will ask the leader to cast a spell to cure the tree man disease." The high priest conveyed to Mo Ziyu.

Mo Ziyu looked anxious: "Is this a curse? Isn't this just an ordinary disease?"

"At the moment, it doesn't look like it. The leader will cast the spell himself. If he can really dispel the curse then, there will be hope for our island." said the high priest.

"Okay...thank you bishop, thank you island owner, and high priest." He was very grateful.

The high priest was curious when he saw his appearance. He usually seemed taciturn, honest and well-behaved, but now he seemed like a different person, as if he was possessed by a demon. He knew very well in his mind that the Jingtian Sect could not save anyone, and was just using the guise of saving people to help the leader achieve the greater good.

The principle that the Jingtian Sect has followed for many years is to sacrifice the lives of a small number of people to save the lives of more people.

As long as we have the blood and souls of patients with tree-man disease and conduct countless researches, we will find a cure for this disease that no one in the three realms can cure. From now on, the solution can be included in medical books and used to save the world.

What a great dream!

Moreover, their Jingtian Sect will become famous in the three realms from now on and be worshipped and respected by everyone!

The high priest was excited and eager to try, and he wished he could take charge of the cult leader as soon as possible.

"High Priest?" Mo Ziyu couldn't help but call him when he saw that he suddenly looked crazy.

He calmed down and remained calm, then he remembered that the island owner had given him a task today. He said, "By the way, if you want to stay in the Jingtian Sect, you need to pay tribute every month. Silver or valuable goods are fine."

This made Mo Ziyu stunned. Although his blacksmith shop had many customers, he didn't make much in a year. Every time the girls came to him to repair things, he didn't want any money. Over time, there was not much money that could be taken out of the blacksmith shop.

He seemed a little embarrassed: "I... don't have much money..."

The high priest sighed and said, "Look at you, your head is like a wooden fish. You have a pretty face but you don't know how to make good use of it. You don't do business with girls, but you go to work as a blacksmith. If you open a rouge and powder shop, girls from all over the island will come to patronize you, and you will be rich, right?"

Mo Ziyu looked very depressed: "I don't understand business."

The high priest laughed in anger. This fool was indeed easy to deceive. He said, "How about this? You can sell your blacksmith shop to the island owner. Although it doesn't make much money, it is still a shop and can provide tribute for many months."

"Okay, I'll go back and clean up."

Mo Ziyu agreed immediately. He did not dare to delay, for fear that paying the tribute late would put his sister in greater danger.

He hurried out of Lin Qifeng's house and ran back to the blacksmith shop. When he was packing his belongings and tidying up the shop, a young girl ran over and called him enthusiastically, "Mr. Mo!"

Mo Ziyu looked back and was stunned for a moment. It was the little fairy who fell from the sky a few days ago.

He happened to be out at the time and saw a man falling from the sky. Without hesitation, he climbed onto the eaves of the houses around him and caught the man in the air.

Qi Baige was injured and it was inconvenient for her to return to Wenxin Gate in time, so she stayed in the yard behind the blacksmith shop for a few days. Mo Ziyu had been taking care of her during these days.

"No need to call me Master, I'm just a blacksmith." Mo Ziyu said calmly, but his eyes remained on her.

Qi Baige laughed: "A blacksmith can cook delicious dishes, bandage wounds, embroider, grow vegetables, weave and sew clothes, go fishing and hunting... You are amazing!"

Mo Ziyu hurriedly shook his head, a little embarrassed, "Miss, you are too kind. These are just some ordinary life skills that can help me support myself and my sister."

Qi Baige was happy just looking at this man, with a handsome face and a modest and gentle temperament. Although he was a little dull and boring, he seemed to be quite attractive to men...

"Why are you suddenly packing up? Are you going on a long journey?" Qi Baige asked him.

He didn't want to hide anything, so he said frankly, "I'm going to sell this blacksmith shop. Since the girl is no longer in danger and is a disciple of Wenxin Sect, you should return to the mountain as soon as possible."

Qi Baige thought that he might have sold the blacksmith shop to treat his sister's illness, so he hurriedly said, "I'll find a way to send a message back to the sect to see if the seniors have heard of this disease. Maybe they can cure Ziyuan."

Mo Ziyu had prayed to the gods and had seen all the great doctors in the three realms, but to no avail. Deep down, he was actually a little depressed, so he didn't react much: "Thank you."

Qi Baige saw that he was very skillful and cleaned up the shop in no time, as if he had made a great decision. He couldn't bear to see him suffer on the way to seek medical treatment, so he rummaged through his belongings, took out the silver and all the valuable hairpins and bracelets and handed them to him: "Take it."

Mo Ziyu was stunned and refused firmly: "No, I can't take your money."

"Oh, is it more important to save Ziyuan or to save face?" Qi Baige became anxious, thinking that this piece of wood was too stubborn sometimes.

"I have already promised them that I will mortgage my blacksmith shop to them. I don't need your money. Thank you for your kindness." Mo Ziyu paused and advised, "There is a strange disease on the island. We don't know how it is transmitted. Although you are a cultivator, you should leave as soon as possible to avoid endless troubles."

Qi Baige didn't care about himself at all, and asked him hurriedly: "Who are 'they'?"

"The leader of the Jingtian Sect in our Sea Realm is very powerful. Perhaps the tree man disease is a curse. He will find a way to remove the curse on Ziyuan."

Sea Realm? Pure Heaven Sect?