Chapter 30 Barren Mountains, Legends of Yin Temple
Jiang Wuji's reason for agreeing was very simple. They gave too much...
Of course, this only accounts for a small part of the reason, the most important thing is convenience.
Anyway, they are all using each other, so why not?
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The next day, early morning.
The rising sun is rising, its rays of light shining brightly.
Jiang Wuji took the girl and met Cao Li and others at the city gate as promised.
The team was not huge, there were only three or four carriages in total, and the brother and sister had one of them to themselves.
As the coachman raised his long whip, the clatter of horses' hooves sounded, and the wheels rolled, making it very bumpy.
In the car, Jiang Wuji was explaining things about Qi Hai to Xiaoyu. He couldn't understand the details, so he could only talk about his own personal feelings.
It happened that Xiaoyu could only vomit during the day, so after explaining his experience, Jiang Wuji asked Xiaoyu to concentrate on vomiting.
"Da da da……"
The team rode forward in the early sunshine, and the dust raised behind them made the county town smaller and smaller until it was invisible.
"Little Taoist Master?"
Cao Li's voice came from outside.
After opening the curtain, Cao Li, riding a brown horse, was walking side by side with the carriage.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Wuji asked.
Cao Li held the reins with one hand and arranged the horse's mane with the other, dividing it evenly from left to right.
"Although the epidemic has passed, there are still many refugees outside. They will do whatever it takes to get a bite to eat. Many people have turned into bandits and encircled the land as kings." Cao Li seemed to be very talkative and took the initiative to start the conversation.
Seeing that Jiang Wuji didn't say anything, Cao Li continued to talk to himself: "But if we take the official road, we won't encounter this group of people, unless they don't have eyesight."
"By the way, little Daoist, are you from Yong'an County?"
"A person who practices Taoism is at home all over the world." Jiang Wuji pretended to be profound and said.
Cao Li pursed his lips and nodded, and then said with an envious look on his face: "It's better for you, Taoist masters. You are extremely talented and can resonate with the Qi Yuan of heaven and earth. Unlike us warriors, who are vulgar."
A vulgar martial artist? So familiar... Jiang Wuji took advantage of the situation and asked, "Can't martial artists practice Qi?"
Cao Li glanced at Jiang Wuji in surprise, "Little Taoist Master, you... don't know this?"
"Sorry, I have never been in contact with martial artists." Jiang Wuji responded.
"..." The flesh on Cao Li's face twitched a few times.
"A martial artist is a martial artist. If he only has enough strength to learn some weapons, he will not be able to resonate with the energy of heaven and earth unless he reaches the sixth level."
"Sixth grade, I, Cao Li, will never even think about it in my life."
Cao Li sighed, his face full of sorrow. When Jiang Wuji was thinking about whether to comfort him, he said.
"We vulgar warriors, that is, when we perform the courtesy of Zhou Gong, we remain erect, day and night."
"But what's the use of this?"
"..." Jiang Wuji's expression suddenly stiffened.
Thanks to Cao Huatong's popular science, Jiang Wuji had some understanding of the world's cultivation system.
They are roughly divided into two professions: warriors and mages, but warriors are a single type of martial artist, while mages are diverse.
Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, etc. all need to be able to resonate with Qi Yuan as a prerequisite.
If Wu Fu is not needed, Wu Fu Mang will be done. After reaching the ninth level, the blood energy will be qualitatively improved.
But unfortunately, most evil spirits like strong-blooded people...
However, ninth-level warriors can only use physical attacks, which can cause no harm to most evil spirits, and are real-number dimensionality reduction strikes.
This is one of the reasons why Cao Li envies Jiang Wuji, because he is a ninth-grade martial artist.
As for the Taoist sect, the ninth-level Qi refining, the eighth-level divine refining, the seventh-level golden elixir, and Cao Li did not know about the seventh-level and above.
When Jiang Wuji mentioned the golden elixir, he couldn't help but think of the black elixir dug out from the village chief's corpse.
Couldn't that thing be the golden elixir? Can the golden elixir be dug out? Although I really want to know, I can't find anyone to confirm it.
There's another thing. Isn't this recruitment just because Jiang Wuji is a ninth-level Qi practitioner? That would be too hasty. What if he has other ideas?
The most important thing is that Jiang Wuji has the status of a disciple of Tiandao Temple.
Tiandao Temple is the number one temple in Leping County. To become a disciple of Tiandao Temple, one must be an upright person. This is the most important reason why the Yamen hired Jiang Wuji.
At dusk, the team entered the barren mountains.
Although it is an official road, it is impossible to be flat, especially in a county like Yong'an County, which is in a ravine.
The setting sun stretched everyone's shadows very long, and not long after, a ruined temple appeared in the field of vision.
"We've arrived! We'll spend the night here tonight!"
Under the arrangement of the leader Cao Li, everyone began to get busy.
Jiang Wuji took Xiaoyu out of the car and first came to the ruined temple.
This temple has no door, it is completely "open", and there are no clay statues in the temple. Judging from the dilapidation, it has been abandoned for a long time, and I don't know what it was used to worship.
"It is said that in the early years, this temple was dedicated to a Bodhisattva. At that time, the incense was very prosperous and there was an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going."
A gentle voice came from behind, and Jiang Wuji finally met the biggest official in the team, the chief registrar of Yong'an County, Qiu Weiliang.
Master Qiu was well dressed and did not look like someone who came from a place where the plague broke out.
He held the folding fan with one hand and clasped the other behind his back, not even looking at Jiang Wuji.
The official position is not big and the airs are not small.
When I saw several servants hurriedly unloading a wicker chair from the carriage, laying out bedding, and even ordering sandalwood and making tea.
Jiang Wuji had a new perception of the Yamen in Yong'an County.
It’s true that I haven’t learned three points of human appearance, but seven points of official appearance are lifelike.
Chief Qiu continued: "Later on, more and more temples were built in various places, and naturally fewer and fewer people were willing to travel across the mountains and ridges to come here."
"On a stormy night, the clay statue collapsed, and no one cared about this place."
At this time, a servant delivered the three lit incense sticks to Master Qiu.
Master Qiu held three pillars of incense in his hand and bowed to the ruined temple. Then he looked at Jiang Wuji and said, "The Taoist is sincere and spiritual. What do you think, little Taoist priest?"
"As long as you like it." Jiang Wuji responded casually.
"What? Is it possible that this officer made a mistake in offering incense?" Chief Qiu asked in return.
Jiang Wuji curled his lips and said, "If you know it, you know it. If you don't know it, you don't know it. Can you understand it, sir?"
Chief Qiu frowned, "Why did the little Taoist say this?"
Jiang Wuji glanced at the other party and said: "People are divided into yin and yang, and the same is true for temples. Maybe this temple used to be a yang temple and worshiped the righteous god, but now there is no trace of the clay statue and the righteous owner has left long ago. So this
It is very likely that the empty temple will become the home of lonely ghosts and become a ghost temple."
"You are worshiping blindly here. Do you know whether you are worshiping gods or ghosts?"
This was something Jiang Wuji read on the Internet, and now that he was a Taoist priest, everyone instantly got goosebumps.
Chief Qiu, who had looked so calm just now, now turned a little pale.
He asked with some uncertainty: "You mean, this temple is the Jian Yin Temple?!"
Jiang Wuji did not answer, but said: "Master Registrar, it has been a tiring journey. You see that the bedding has been laid out. Why don't you go in and rest first?"
Chief Qiu swallowed and subconsciously looked at the wicker chair covered with quilts.
at this time.
"Creak, creak..."
The wicker chair actually swayed back and forth automatically.
