Wang Daoren said goodbye and left, leaving Hou Zi, the inner ghost, feeling uneasy and sending something to Liuyang. How could it be such a coincidence?
After thinking about it, it seems that I have thought too much? The only connection between me and Liuyang is Taoist Chongling. Or is it the plan made in Anhe Shendu, which even gods can't figure out, right?
He made up his mind that this trip was just for giving gifts, and he must not actively seek to meet Taoist Chongling; besides, there was nothing to say after meeting him, and since his position as a mole was low, there was no important news to convey. ?
Since he is going to travel far, he still needs to make some preparations. Put some dried meat in his treasure gourd to change his clothes. The gourd has limited space, and he also needs to put a spare long sword. There is not much space for him to store other things.
Food is a must. Although there are countless shops on the road, who knows if he will encounter an accident? He eats a lot at this stage. Only when a monk reaches the Bigu realm can he slowly reduce his food intake, and can he completely get rid of it after enlightenment. Dependence on food is a process. It doesn’t mean that you can eat clouds and drink dew just by swallowing air.
There were twenty spiritual stones in the package that Wang Daoren left for him on horseback. This was hard currency, neither generous nor stingy. It was quite lawful, just like the functions of the Duwei Mansion.
Before leaving for a long journey, he usually had to say goodbye to his friends, but he found that he had no one to say goodbye to in Jincheng? It was his own fault that his network of contacts was a bit narrow.
After morning class on the second day, I got on my horse and drove away.
The weather is getting a bit cold. There are fewer and fewer houses along the way, and there are more farmlands. There are children playing in the fields, and farmers are burning grass and lying on the fertilizer. At least around Jincheng, there is a peaceful scene.
... Seeing the Year of the Bamboo Horse in Black Clothes, how can one imitate the Caolou Immortal? Fame and wealth in Jincheng are not real interests, so it is better to take advantage of the autumn ointment to burn the jade fields.
When the number of pedestrians on the road became sparse, Hou Zi began to slowly increase his speed. His strong horse whipped and hoofed, and he ran faster and faster. The scenery on both sides receded one after another, and he felt great physical and mental satisfaction.
It is really safe to run on the road. Although there are few people, they are never extinct. There are always people and carriages in sight. At the end of the day, I also bumped into several fellow Quanzhen sect brothers, although they didn’t know each other. But there is a sense of security.
As Wang Taoist said, this journey is really not a dangerous journey. The only variable is the poplar forest at the border junction.
He considered whether to take a short detour to Jiangyou Town to see the four uncles if he returned to Liuyang, but in the end he decided to go there on his way back, to be entrusted by others and to fulfill his duties faithfully. This is a monk's duty Basic Quality.
When a person is on a journey, he cannot let go of the three classes in the morning, lunch and evening. Whenever the time is approaching, he will leave the road and find a remote place to practice Qi. He does not have to worry too much about anyone disturbing him while he is drawing Qi, even though his soul is in the soul realm. However, the body's perception of the outside world has not been lost.
He never travels at night, and does whatever he can do. Night is a time when monsters are frequent, and there are more mortal bandits and scum of cultivation. No one without two brushes will do this; he has a thunderous strike. Although he has the ability to defeat Kou Qianjun, it is better to be more honest.
In fact, as long as you are careful, you will definitely avoid most unnecessary troubles. Five days later, there will be no road ahead, only the vast wasteland and the poplar forest at the end of the line of sight. This is not a wide mountain forest, but it is winding. Stretching for thousands of miles, it is the most obvious natural dividing line between Yan Kingdom and Anhe.
On a slope far away from the poplar forest, he met the first stranger to greet him on this trip. Well, they were a group of strangers.
About two dozen mortals, old and young, men and women, supporting the old and the young, carrying loads on their shoulders... Obviously, this is not a caravan. In the country of Shan, a real caravan is simply a quasi-army, and it only has this configuration.
Only in this way can we minimize the losses they may encounter.
Such a strange combination appears at the border and is completely unconventional.
As he approached slowly on horseback, an old man looked at him with hope, bowed deeply, and then simply laid his body on the ground.
"Sir, if we want to pass through the poplar forest, please protect us! In return, all property is at your disposal, and all... all women can be donated..."
Hou Zi was a little confused about the situation, "Wait a minute, why do we have to cross the border? It's hard to say how many of a team like you can survive walking through the poplar forest. Don't you know that there are monsters in the poplar forest?"
The old man hesitated and hesitated, impatient, and shouted: "Tell the truth, otherwise who will help you? Do you really think that these mortal possessions can buy a monk to work for you? Give her back, I took a fancy to it and snatched it away
So, do you still need to send it to me?"
The old man burst into tears and said, "Sir, I didn't mean to deceive you on purpose. There is really something hidden inside, and it's hard to tell..."
Hou Tsang was about to leave. This was a gesture. In fact, with his way of doing things, he already felt compassion when he saw these people. But it was pitiful. His own life was also very important. He couldn't just go into the trap without knowing the truth.
Let’s dance?
Seeing that he was about to leave, the old man didn't care about anything else and hurriedly said: "Shang Xiu, we are all the family members of Jincheng criminal officials. Because the master of the family committed crimes, took bribes, violated the law, and withheld pensions, he was killed in the storm. And we family members
Then he will be deprived of his citizenship and be given a time limit to establish his country...
We have been running all the way to get here, but we can’t get through the poplar forest, and we can’t hire any guards..."
Hou Zi understood that this was actually his fault!
The laws of the Quanzhen Sect in Shan State are strict, and they are especially unforgiving towards major matters that may endanger the teachings. Things like this, secretly withholding pensions, may not sound like a big deal and involve not much property, but they will affect the entire Quanzhen Sect.
The basic system of the religion, if the lower-level Quanzhen monks knew that their wives, children, and children would be treated like this after they died in battle, who would sincerely work for the religion?
It would be better not to investigate, but once the matter is exposed and exposed to the public, the Jincheng branch of the Quanzhen Sect, which is riding a tiger, will have no choice but to take stricter measures!
He also heard in the city that several old cultivators in charge of pension distribution in the Marshal's Mansion were involved in this matter. After being found out, they were executed for questioning. But what he didn't expect was that their family members were also punished and were executed.
Expulsion.
He finally understood why Captain Li asked him to give birthday gifts. This was not a coincidence at all, but intentional! Just to show him the good deeds he had done!
Some things can't be solved in a fit of anger. If you can speak privately, the Marshal's Mansion will deal with these prisoners quietly, and then compensate the victims privately, then the whole thing will not spread all over the city and hurt Jincheng Quanzhen.
The foundation of teaching.
He Hou Ting brought this matter to light in front of everyone in Tianxiang Tower. There were also foreign monks present. It was impossible to suppress it, so he had to strictly punish it and spread it throughout the state. Only then could it be possible to suppress it.
The impact is minimized.
Therefore, not only the prisoners were beheaded, but also the family members of the prisoners could not escape the disaster. This was just to show the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect that the sect would never tolerate this matter! To all the disciples who have resentments in their hearts Let out a bad breath!
However, these family members were buried with them!
Exactly,
The horse whizzes away, and the end of the plain is visible. The mountain scenery is dead in the deep autumn sun, and the sound of the horn is heavy with the frost. The desolate bones or broken iron bones are exposed, and the dusk sand swirls in the wind. There is no sense of injustice at Longtou. Returning home, it turns into dark clouds and flies away.
