The royal capital is too big, and all shops like to be located on busy streets. There are many people coming and going, and business will naturally flourish.
But there are also some shops that are opened in remote alleys or alleys. Such shops are generally century-old shops that have been passed down for a long time and rely on their signboards and reputation. As dynasties change, these shops still stand.
There was no thought of moving.
Most of these shops are of the type that do not open for three years and last for three years after opening. Most of them are antiques, pawn shops, and Feng Shui shops. The "Youde Pawn Shop" in front of Liang Yan is obviously one of them.
The middle of the courtyard was deserted and deserted. Even the door was tightly closed, as if no one had ever been there.
Liang Yan stepped forward, reached out and gently opened the store door, and saw a tall counter in the store. Liang Yan was half a head shorter than the counter.
A young waiter in his twenties was sitting behind the counter, holding his head in one hand and an abacus in the other, sound asleep.
"Cough, cough!"
Liang Yan coughed slightly, but when he didn't wake up the waiter, he directly raised his hand and waved. A breeze blew by, and the waiter sat up involuntarily and yawned loudly.
"Strange. Why did you wake up after just sleeping for a while?"
The young waiter muttered softly, then turned his head, and then saw someone coming into the store.
"Huh? Are you guys here to pawn something?" the waiter asked.
Liang Yan shook his head and said: "I'll give you a word of advice to the shopkeepers. Just say that there are spirits in the sea of clouds and the mountains!"
After hearing this, the young waiter's eyes suddenly became strange. He looked Liang Yan up and down, and then responded: "Okay, sir, please wait here for a moment. I will go to the back hall and come back."
After saying that, the head of the person behind the high counter shrank and disappeared, and no one knew where he went to the back hall.
Liang Yan stood in the store and waited for a while, then an old man with a long beard wearing a brown t-shirt, a round collar and big sleeves walked out of a side door, followed by a young man in his early twenties, who was exactly
The guy who just came in to deliver the message.
"Hahaha! The distinguished guest is coming to the door, but I am not welcoming you from afar, and the old man has not treated me well. Please forgive me!" The old man with a long beard said with a laugh as he walked away.
"It's okay!" Liang Yan only responded lightly, while Ah-Dai behind him remained silent.
The long-bearded old man only dared to look at Liang Yan for a moment, and then glanced towards the door again. After confirming that no one was here, he lowered his voice and said: "You guys have come from afar, please come to the inner hall to talk."
Liang Yan nodded and motioned for the old man to lead the way. The old man smiled slightly, left the waiter in the outer hall, and led Liang Yan and the two of them through the side door they came in from.
Several people passed through a flower bed and walked into a room at the back. The old man with a long beard closed the door, then bowed down with a thud, clasped his hands in his fists, and said respectfully: "King, the steward of the outer gate of Yungang Sect.
Yang, pay homage to the envoy!"
Outer sect stewards are the disciples sent by the Yungang Sect to manage secular business. Most of these people have no spiritual roots and are naturally unable to practice. However, because their elders and relatives are practicing in the Yungang Sect, they also have to be sheltered and fall behind.
The good job of managing a worldly business means that at least you will have food and drink for a lifetime, and your status in the world is far beyond that of ordinary people.
The Wang Yang in front of him was the hidden stake that Shan Heyu revealed to him through his spiritual consciousness. He was an outer sect steward whose existence was unknown even to the supervisory disciples.
"These common etiquettes can be dispensed with." Liang Yan waved his sleeves and asked: "Let me ask you, are the current supervisory disciples of the sect still active in the capital?"
Wang Yang stood up, lowered his head and replied: "The sect's task of supervising the disciples is not to allow monks who have reached the foundation level or above to enter the capital. Therefore, no matter which supervising disciple is in the capital, his identity is always hidden, and he will never
Take the initiative to expose.”
"Well, according to what you said, how can the supervisory disciples perform their tasks?" Liang Yan asked.
Wang Yang replied: "Although the supervisory disciples will not take the initiative to attack, they will cultivate some of their own forces in the capital. They usually hide behind the scenes and let these forces patrol the capital on his behalf. Anyone who is suspicious will be reported to him.
It is up to the supervising disciples to make their own decision. If their cultivation level is not high, they will personally come forward to persuade them to retreat or kill them. If their cultivation level exceeds their own, they will send a message back to the sect and ask their senior brothers from Juyuan Realm to come down the mountain."
After hearing this, Liang Yan frowned slightly and asked: "How can a group of mortal forces identify cultivators?"
"The envoy does not know that there is a strange stone in Yungang Sect. As long as you carry it with you, you can check whether the people around you have spiritual power. If the stone glows with red light, it means that there is a cultivator around. As long as you take over
Those who hold the position of supervising disciples all bring some of these stones." Wang Yang replied.
"So that's it!" Liang Yan nodded slightly and thought to himself: "This is a good way to develop the power of the Jianghu or the court!"
As soon as he thought about this, he then asked: "Then do you know what forces in the capital were secretly developed by this supervisory disciple?"
Wang Yang thought for a while and said: "As far as I know, there are a total of five factions that belong to the supervisory disciples of this term, and the one with the widest scope of influence is undoubtedly the Haisha Gang. This gang makes a living by selling illegal salt.
From high-ranking officials to traffickers and lackeys, they all have informants in the gangs, and they are definitely among the most powerful forces in the capital."
Liang Yan nodded and said, "Then according to what you said, if the supervisory disciples of this term are still doing secret activities, then someone in the Haisha Gang must know some inside stories."
"Your Majesty Mingjian!" Wang Yang raised his hands and said.
"Where is the main hall of the Haisha Clan? Take me there immediately!" Liang Yan flicked his sleeves and said calmly.
"Haisha Gang is engaged in shady business, so the main hall is located in our Zhuque District, which is not far from here. Since the envoy wants to visit now, Wang Yang will lead the way."
Wang Yang turned around as he spoke, took out two sets of black cloaks from a box in the room, put one on himself, handed the other to Liang Yan, and said with a smile: "It's already here.
In the evening, when we explore other people’s lair this time, we have to keep a low profile."
Liang Yan shook his head, stretched out his hand to push it, and said with a smile: "This kind of thing is for the shopkeeper's own use, but I don't need it."
Wang Yang's face stiffened slightly, a little embarrassed, but after a moment he put away his cloak and laughed at himself: "We mortals are not like the immortals of the sect. We can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, kill people invisible, and protect ourselves."
It’s more than enough, so we need to be more cautious when we act.”
Liang Yan smiled noncommittally and did not want to explain anything to him. He just turned around and walked out of the room.