A circle of people gathered around the south gate, pointing at the reward notice posted on the city wall.
Wang Chen, who was about to enter the city, stopped and glanced across the crowd, landing on the hanging reward order.
Monk Lu Zhi (suspicious), an ascetic tutu of Liangshan Temple (suspicious), a high-level qi practitioner (suspected), whoever knows his whereabouts will be rewarded with a thousand blows or two hundred merit points. If he is captured alive or beheaded, he will be rewarded with three thousand blows.
Spirit or five hundred merit points!
This bounty obviously covers sect disciples and casual cultivators from outside the realm.
One of the vivid portraits takes up most of the notice.
A round face with big ears, a straight nose and a square mouth, thick eyebrows and leopard eyes, a striking raccoon beard, and a face full of fierce and defensive aura.
At least 80% similar!
Wang Chen knew very well.
This portrait must have been carefully drawn based on the description of the Lingzhi Hall disciple whom he had spared.
This was completely within Wang Chen's expectation.
The reason why he didn't kill the other party was not because he was soft-hearted.
But there is no direct witness.
The two detectives and guards investigating the murder will inevitably cause trouble for passers-by and farmers who were present at the time.
With Liangtang's urinary nature, they will definitely not be able to escape without being stripped of their skin!
Wang Chen didn't want to involve these innocent people.
He is not afraid of exposing his vest. Without Lu Zhishen, there are still Wu Song, Lin Chong, Yan Qing...
One hundred singles and five will find out!
Therefore, regarding this reward order, Wang Chen just smiled and didn't pause much.
When entering the city, he clearly felt that the defense of Yunshan City was much tighter.
The monks who guard the gate strictly check the people coming and going.
Especially for casual cultivators in outer areas, you even need to check the storage bag!
This is actually a very taboo thing.
After all, many monks' secrets are hidden in storage bags and cannot be seen at all.
However, the monks in the Wei Hall were ruthless, and the casual cultivators who wanted to enter the city had no choice but to swallow their anger and let the searches go.
As an outer disciple, Wang Chen was spared this humiliation.
Otherwise, he would definitely turn around and leave.
It's just that the Yunyang Sect's various retrograde actions in the past year have always made Wang Chen feel like he was taking jujube pills!
When he came to Yunshan City this time, Wang Chen first went to the Talisman Store to buy a batch of talisman paper and talisman ink.
Although making talismans is not like burning spiritual stones like refining alchemy and refining weapons, if you want to become a real talisman master, you have to accumulate experience bit by bit. If you don't have super talent, you can only rely on practice to make perfect.
Although Wang Chen has cheated on the panel, his current success rate in drawing talismans is not very high.
The experience value of the primary Talisman Making Technique must be successfully refined before it can be increased.
The talisman paper and talisman ink purchased previously have been used up.
He plans to spend another month or two to master the basic talisman-making skills to a master level or even a master level!
By then, you can earn a lot of spiritual stones by relying on this skill.
"Brother Wang Chen!"
As soon as Wang Chen stepped out of the door of the Talisman Shop, he heard a crisp call from the side.
He turned around and saw a beautiful woman.
The woman was wearing a long skirt and holding a little girl with a bun in her hand.
What a coincidence!
Wang Chen was surprised: "Ms. Chen, Xiaoya!"
The other parties are none other than Widow Chen and her daughter.
Madam Chen saluted him: "Brother Wang, long time no see."
"yes."
Wang Chen felt a little emotional: "How are you guys doing lately?"
Mrs. Chen once asked Xiaoya to give him things several times.
Although they were all worthless things like peaches and wild vegetables, Wang Chen was moved by this thoughtfulness.
To be honest, he didn't do anything to help the other party.
But people always remember it.
Probably because we were in the city rather than in the countryside, and we were surrounded by strangers.
Mrs. Chen said a few more words to Wang Chen on the roadside.
It turns out that at the beginning of the year, the Xie family in Yunshan City opened a new embroidery workshop and recruited embroiderers who were good at embroidery.
Embroidery is also one of the hundred arts of cultivating immortals, and Mrs. Chen happened to master this skill.
So she applied for a job at Xie's Embroidery Workshop, and then took her daughter Xiaoya to settle in Yunshan City.
Wang Chen was surprised: "What about your spiritual field?"
"All have been transferred to others."
Mrs. Chen explained: "The house has also been sold."
Xie's Xiufang provided food and accommodation, which was the fundamental reason why she decided to give up the family business.
After all, the living environment in the city is much better than in the countryside!
Wang Chen sighed: "This is not bad."
What he said was completely true.
Mrs. Chen can go to the city to work before the new village chief takes office and avoid being squeezed and exploited again.
Really lucky!
Wang Chen was also happy for mother and daughter.
However, he was not very familiar with Mrs. Chen after all, and she was a widow.
So we didn't chat for long.
Before leaving, Wang Chen bought Xiaoya candied haws on a stick.
Seeing the smile on the little guy's face, he felt much happier.
Then Wang Chen came to the Sihai Chamber of Commerce.
After careful selection, he purchased a technique called "Thousand Phantom Hands".
This is a technique specifically used to launch micro-weapons.
When you practice to the highest level, you can shoot hundreds of locust stones, plum blossom darts, thunderbolts and other hidden weapons at the same time!
It took Wang Chen one hundred and fifty attempts.
But he didn't buy this spell because he wanted to expand his skill tree in concealed weapons.
After all the shopping, it was almost noon.
Wang Chen found a teahouse nearby, chose a seat by the window and sat down. He called the waiter over and ordered a pot of high broken spirit tea and two plates of snacks. He satiated his hunger while listening to the gossips of the tea drinkers next to him.
Small teahouses with two or three floors like this are everywhere in Yuncheng City. Because of their low consumption level, they are very popular among the lower-level monks. There are many regular customers coming and going.
They like to gather together and chat, treating this place as a place for recreation.
After Wang Chen came here once, every time he returned to the city to do errands or go shopping, he had to sit in the teahouse.
Listen to some market rumors and gossip.
What you can hear here is often the latest news.
As a result, before finishing the plate of Lingmi cakes, Wang Chen actually heard them talking about "Seng Lu Zhimin"!
"Which of you knows Liangshan Temple?"
"Who would have known that although Buddhism is a heretic, there are jungle temples all over the five continents."
"And the Qiantang River, I've never heard of it!"
"Haha, if you know, I will go and reveal the list!"
"Revealing the list? It's useless for you to just know his origins. You have to know where this poet monk lives now!"
"Isn't he called the Crazy Monk?"
"Both the poet monk and the mad monk are all truly heroic people. I heard that..."
"Shh, you dare to say this!"
"What do I have..."
"Ahem!"
At this time, the teahouse manager came over and coughed twice hard at a group of frothing tea guests.
Then he pointed to the "Beware of Speech" sign hanging on the pillar of the building.
Several tea patrons closed their mouths in embarrassment.
The atmosphere in the teahouse is no longer as lively and noisy as before.
Wang Chen smiled, took out thirty broken spirits and threw them on the tea table, then stood up and left.
When he left, he didn't forget to take the remaining cakes with him.