Chapter 21 Asking for help from the Beggars Gang

The next day, Wang Zhijin and Ma Yu went out on their way just after dawn. They would reach Dadu at noon today.

Because they didn't know where Wang Chuyi and Qiu Chuji were, they went to an inn and booked a room.

Ma Yu said to Wang Zhijin: "Zhijin, I haven't contacted your two uncles yet. Go and see if there are any secret numbers of the Quanzhen Sect."

"Disciple, obey!"

After Wang Zhijin finished speaking, he left the inn. Every Jianghu sect has its own secret code.

The Quanzhen Sect’s secret code is very simple.

If there is a simple yin and yang diagram on the south gate of a city and the one hundred feet east corner of the wall, there may be something buried underground.

Wang Chuyi entered Zhongdu yesterday. After entering, he also left his contact information and checked into an inn.

Wang Zhijin looked at the code of the Yin-Yang Diagram and saw that there was no one around. He immediately dug it with his sword, left the note he had written, and took out the note inside.

I opened it and took a look. I immediately went to the inn where Wang Chuyi stayed to look for him.

As soon as we arrived at the door of the inn, we noticed that something was wrong. Several people were secretly staring at this inn. Because Wang Zhijin was tall, powerful and wearing Taoist robes, he could be seen in the crowd at a glance.

"No, why do I feel like I'm being targeted? What's going on?"

Wang Zhijin did not dare to stay longer and immediately squeezed into the crowd. Unfortunately, his goal was too obvious. In ancient times, with a height of six feet (1.88 meters), it was too difficult to hide himself in the crowd.

Those people sent by Yang Kang to look for Wang Chuyi and Guo Jing immediately followed him.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, he entered an alley, stepped on the wall, and jumped up onto the roof.

The two following people entered the alley and looked up and down, left and right, but couldn't find anyone.

"Where are the people? Where have they gone?"

"I don't know. If you don't follow me too, it would be great if you lose me. How can I explain it to the boss?"

"You go over there, I'll go over here and search separately!"

"Okay, that's it!"

Just as they were about to separate, Wang Zhijin jumped down from the roof. When the two heard the noise, they turned around to look, but Wang Zhijin's hand instantly pinched the necks of the two of them.

One of them was knocked unconscious instantly with a blow from his hand. Only one person was left behind.

Wang Zhijin pinched the man's neck and asked: "Why are you following me?"

The man was frightened, but he said it casually. He only had this life, and if he died, he would die. If he said it and returned alive, he might be worse than life or death.

There are no good people in the palace, they are all ruthless people.

He said: "I am from the palace. I suspect that a Taoist priest stole something from my house yesterday. I came here to check."

When Wang Zhijin heard this, he asked again: "Taoist priest, are you still stealing things? What kind of Taoist priest do you mean?" After using discourse therapy and ecstasy,

Mei Chaofeng has been tricked, let alone a small group of minions. He is probably not even as good as the group of minions from the Yellow River Gang.

"He is a Taoist priest, Wang Chuyi of the Quanzhen Sect..."

When Wang Zhijin heard that he might have missed the plot, he immediately asked: "Let me ask you, when did Wang Chuyi go to Prince Zhao's Mansion (Wanyan Honglie is Prince Zhao)?"

"last night."

"Who did he go with?"

"A Mongolian named Guo Jing, he offended the young prince..."

"Then, are Wang Chu and Guo Jing injured?"

"No, Guo Jing. Wang Chuyi was struck by Master Lingzhi's poisonous sand palm. After escaping, his whereabouts are unknown. I also went to the inn to keep an eye on him."

Wang Zhijin thought for a while and thought he had nothing to ask. Then he used the method of ecstasy to make him forget what happened just now. After knocking him unconscious, he put it aside.

After burning the incense, Wang Zhijin returned to the inn.

Ma Yu saw Wang Zhijin coming back so quickly and asked: "Zhijin, is there any news about your two junior uncles?"

"Well, there is no news about Uncle Qiu at the moment, but there is news about Uncle Wang, but he doesn't seem to be well, and we are not safe either! Master, let's move out of the inn."

Ma Yu's face instantly became serious and he said, "What's going on! Tell it carefully and don't miss anything."

Wang Zhijin immediately told all the details about how he was followed by people from Prince Zhao's palace, caught and interrogated by him.

Ma Yu immediately stood up and said, "You are right, the inn is no longer a safe place. Let's find a safe place immediately. But now it is best to find your uncle Wang Chu. He has been poisoned by the poisonous sand palm. There is no danger."

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The two of them had no other clothes and could only wear a pair of clothes outside. Wang Zhijin didn't know where he got the clothes. Ma Yu was not a pedantic person and didn't even ask.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a group of people to gather around.

"Sir, is there no one in the room?"

"Why is there no one? Call the shopkeeper to come up! Who said he was here?"

It is difficult for ordinary people to find the city gate, but it is easy for Taoist priests.

Ma Yu and Wang Zhijin were on the rooftop opposite, witnessing everything.

Ma Yu had a gloomy face: "What's going on? Why do people from Prince Zhao's Mansion want to attack us?"

Wang Zhijin suddenly looked at the beggar next to the inn and restaurant. "Uncle, what do you think we should ask the people from the Beggar Gang?"

Ma Yu's eyes lit up. It was indeed a good idea. Why didn't he think of using the energy of the beggar gang when he was walking around the world? "What a great idea, let's give it a try!"

"Yes, Master Master!"

Wang Zhijin realized that no one was watching, and quietly came to a group of beggars. One of them, an old beggar, looked to be in his fifties.

Although his body was thin, there were traces of practicing martial arts. There were five sacks tied to his tattered body. The beggar next to him, no matter his age, had at least one sack on him. There was a broken bowl in front of him.

Wang Zhijin took out ten coins and put them in the bowl in front of the beggar with five cloth bags.

"This senior of the Beggar Clan, I have a piece of news for you."

When the beggar saw that ten cents was a big business, he immediately raised his head and looked at Wang Zhijin. He was startled and sweated profusely. He was so tall but so handsome.

Said: "Who do you want to inquire about? Tell me and I will see the price."

Wang Zhijin said, "I want to ask about two people, one is dressed like a Mongolian, and the other is a Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect. I think the seniors of the Beggar Clan should know the clothes of the Quanzhen Sect.

They went to Wanyan Honglie's residence last night, but their whereabouts were unknown, so I asked senior to look for them."

The beggar was startled and asked: "Who are you?" He wanted to ask clearly about the visitor. He belonged to the Dirty Clothes Sect, which was different from the Pure Clothes Sect of the Beggar Clan, and he resolutely refused to cooperate with the Jin people.
Chapter completed!