Chapter 139 Target Qingcheng Mountain on Qing Palace
If you plant flowers intentionally, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will create shade.
Walking out of Chenghuang Mansion in Qingshan County, Wu Ming lamented that things in the world are impermanent and there is no truth in life.
At the beginning, Wu Ming tried every means to get rid of Hu Jiumei so that he could complete the task and get rewards.
But now, he has become a ninth-grade Yin official under Song Tao, and he is on the same side as Hu Jiumei. Life is really dramatic.
"Congratulations on your promotion, sir, and the young ones are congratulating you!" Seeing Wu Ming coming out, the four little ghosts carrying the sedan beamed with joy.
At this time, Wu Ming was wearing a green official uniform with the word "inspection" on his waist. He really looked like a yin official.
However, Wu Ming became a monk halfway and did not undergo formal underworld training.
He only knew that he was a ninth-grade inspector, but it was not clear at all what he should do and what rights and obligations he had.
"Do you four know what the duties of this ninth-level inspector are?" Wu Ming played with the waist card in his hand and asked the four little ghosts.
Hearing Wu Ming's question, a kid carrying a sedan chair laughed and explained: "Sir, the duties of this inspector are in the human world, and he is responsible for patrolling the peace of the place. If there are ghosts and monsters causing trouble, just take care of those who can, and those who can't.
Reporting is actually quite relaxing."
In Xiao Gui's explanation, the duties of this patrol envoy are similar to those of later generations of patrol officers.
If you meet someone who is dedicated, he will be exhausted in this position because of the endless little things.
On the other hand, this position is also the most leisurely. If you don't want to take care of anything, you can pretend that you haven't seen anything, and you will just pass by carelessly.
"This little official is really shabby. I don't know if there is a chance for promotion or salary increase. If he becomes a city god or something, that would be a bit of a sight!" Wu Ming was thinking this and got on the sedan chair.
Returned to the earthly world.
At this time, it was half past five in the morning, and the light had already torn apart the darkness.
The morning sun shone on the bodies of the four little ghosts. A few of them had disgust on their faces, but they had no special reaction.
Wu Ming was somewhat surprised to see some ghosts who were not even afraid of the sun, and asked: "You ghosts, why aren't you afraid of the sun?"
"Sir, you really know how to joke. We are serious ghosts. If we are still afraid of the sun, then the world will be in chaos." The four little ghosts explained as they carried the sedan chair down from the sky and landed in the courtyard of Wumenju.
Inside.
After stabilizing the sedan chair, Wu Ming stepped out of it.
Then, the four little ghosts raised their hands together, and under Wu Ming's gaze, they carried the sedan and disappeared, returning to the underworld to resume their lives.
"There is no need to think about this mission. Next, should I go directly to seek immortals and visit the Tao, or should I wait for Yan Chixia to come back before leaving?" Wu Ming thought about it for a moment and felt that Yan Chixia's whereabouts were uncertain.
There's no point in waiting any longer.
Instead of waiting for Yan Chixia to come back before leaving, it is better to find your own fairy destiny and come back to see it after you are done.
Thinking of this, Wu Ming started to pack his things, planning to take a trip as soon as he could.
As for the destination of the journey, Wu Ming has already thought about it.
Among them, the Qing Palace on Qingcheng Mountain, where the inheritance of Taishang Laojun is preserved, is a must-see.
If everything goes well, in addition to Shangqing Palace, Wu Ming also wants to visit places like Laoshan Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, and Yuhua Mountain.
After packing his things, Wu Ming took one last look at the courtyard and left without saying a word.
No words or letters were left behind.
Just like everyone getting together, Wu Ming came in a calm manner and left neatly.
After leaving Wumenju, Wu Ming thought for a while, but still didn't use magic to hurry up.
After all, in fairy tales, what is most talked about is sincerity and fate.
In the ancient story, Sanqing and Hongjun were destined, and the three of them were accepted by Hongjun as his direct disciples.
The two sages of the West did not have enough fate, but they had perseverance and sincerity, and reluctantly became the registered disciple of Taozu.
Qingcheng Mountain is more than 2,000 miles away from Jiuxiang Town. If Wu Ming uses flying magic, he can get there in one day at most, which can be said to be easy and enjoyable.
However, this does not reflect his sincerity, but seems to be a trick.
"The inheritance from the Supreme Lord of Shangqing Palace can make Zhou Sheng become an immortal in ten years. If there is no expert here, I won't believe it even if you kill me. And my practice of magic is incompatible with Taoist magic. If I don't think about it carefully, I'm afraid I won't even be able to do it."
I can't even get through the other side's gate! Well, in that case, I will walk these two thousand miles to see the local customs and customs along the way, and let the masters in the Shangqing Palace see my heart for the Tao."
Wu Ming made a decision in his heart. He not only had to walk these two thousand miles, but he also had to walk steadily like an ordinary person.
If possible, he would not use magic during this journey to avoid being suspected of being a trickster.
In this way, even if he went to Qingcheng Mountain and was still rejected by the Shangqing Palace, Wu Ming had nothing to regret. At least he had tried hard.
Jiuxiang Town...
"Brothers, keep an eye on the goods. We won't enter the town until we enter Liuzhou!"
As soon as we entered the town, a caravan came towards us, and there were bursts of shouts.
When Wu Ming heard the other party's intention, he discovered that the direction of Liuzhou where the caravan was going was exactly the same as his.
"What a coincidence. When I go to Qingcheng Mountain, I have to pass through Liuzhou, so I can just follow them." Wu Ming looked at the caravan with a smile on his face.
These days, the world is not peaceful, and merchants who dare to do business across continents are very powerful beings.
Not to mention anything else, the caravan in front of us consisted of dozens of large vehicles. In addition to the driver and the escort, there were also dozens of thugs carrying swords to escort the caravan forward.
At first glance, the entire caravan contains at least two to three hundred people. Unless there is a big accident, ordinary bandits and bandits will have to go around when they see such a caravan.
The caravan was walking in front, and Wu Ming was more than ten meters away, following slowly behind.
Wu Ming was not the only one following the caravan.
In addition to Wu Ming, there were also a grandfather and his grandson who went to Liuzhou to join relatives, plus a peddler who carried the burden. They all seemed to be on the way.
"Brother, what's your surname? Are you going to Liuzhou too?" Wu Ming and his grandson were close to each other, chatting to relieve their boredom on the way.
"My surname is Liu. My son works as a shopkeeper in a restaurant in Liuzhou City. He wrote a letter some time ago asking me to take my grandson there to enjoy the blessing!" Old man Liu was in his fifties or sixties, with a rosy face.
And very talkative.
After walking seven or eight miles, Wu Ming almost knew about Old Man Liu's family situation, although he didn't ask in detail.
On the other side, the man carrying the burden was a man of few words.
Along the way, the salesman kept his head down and only occasionally looked at the caravan in front of him with a look of longing.
"Grandpa, someone is pushing a cart over there!" While chatting, Old Man Liu's grandson Xiaobao suddenly pointed to the fork in front of him.
Wu Ming and Old Man Liu looked up and saw a strong man pushing a cart at the fork in the road.
What is strange is that the clothes on this strong man are a bit conspicuous, and he is actually wearing pure white mourning clothes. I don’t know what the strong man is wearing this kind of clothes.