Not long after, a carriage drove up from a distance. It was a carriage pulled by four horses. The driver was very strong, and the whip in his hand made a whirring sound.
, but it did not hit the horse. It just waved the whip in the air and drove forward.
Then after about a minute, the place returned to calm again, just like the incident of the prefect passing by just now no longer existed.
"Old man, let me ask a question." Qin Lang couldn't help his curiosity. He grabbed an old man who was playing with a child and said.
"Just tell me if you have anything to do!" the father-in-law said with a smile on his face as he looked at his grandson playing.
This scene is like family happiness.
"The person who passed here just now was the prefect?" Qin Lang looked at his father-in-law and said.
After all, this is a world that Qin Lang is completely unfamiliar with, and it is full of weirdness, so Qin Lang cannot let go of any clues.
"Yes, that was the prefect just now!" Speaking of the prefect, the father-in-law showed a fanatical look on his face.
Seeing the expression on his father-in-law's face, Qin Lang's doubts deepened.
After thinking about it for a moment, Qin Lang took out a gold ring from his storage bag. This was bought by Qin Lang accidentally when he was on earth. The currency of this world is similar to that of ancient China, so it is understandable for Qin Lang to do this.
After all, monks don’t need gold!
"Here, I will exchange gold for you a bunch of candied haws." Qin Lang handed the gold ring in his hand to the vendor next to him, and then he took off a bunch of candied haws from the wood carried by the vendor.
"Here, let's eat it for you!" After handing the candied haws to my grandson, Qin Lang raised his head and looked at him again and asked, "I wonder if I can tell me about this prefect."
Seeing the doubt in his father-in-law's eyes, Qin Lang added: "I got seriously ill yesterday and forgot everything."
"Oh, that's it. Let me tell you." Thinking of Qin Lang's exchange of gold rings for candied haws, the old man believed Qin Lang's explanation that was full of loopholes. After all, he was an old man~
"The prefect is a good man. The life we have now is entirely due to him."
"The prefect gave it to you?" Qin Lang raised his eyebrows.
"I don't know how to say this?" Qin Lang asked again.
"The reason why we can live such a happy life is entirely because the prefect built a temple in the center of our city. As long as we pray every day, we can get food." As he said this, the old man looked in one direction, his eyes filled with tears.
It's a look of enthusiasm.
After a while, Qin Lang and his father-in-law separated.
While walking aimlessly, Qin Lang thought about what his father-in-law had just said. The magistrate's tour happened every half a month, and every time the next day, when they went to pray, they would often get some unexpected surprises.
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Just like my father-in-law, he got the holy water last time. After drinking it, his body that was originally on the verge of decay regained its vitality, and now he can play with his grandson~
Looking at the sky, there are two suns in the sky above this world. However, due to their small size, even the two suns only seem to warm people, and they cannot cause a burning sensation at all.
After thinking about it, Qin Lang decided to figure things out first. If he left in such a daze, wouldn't it leave a knot in his heart?
Using his mental power, Qin Lang took a look at the city. He found that it was very neatly built, like countless "fields" spliced together.
The more this happened, the weirder Qin Lang felt. Everything here was simply not in line with his world view.
Using his speed, Qin Lang chased in the direction where the prefect left.
Due to the limitation of mental strength in this world, Qin Lang has long lost the shadow of the prefect's motorcade.
However, this city only has two gates, so it is very simple to track them.
Shrunk to an inch, a hundred meters in an instant, in this world, the power of any magical power seems to have been reduced a lot, especially the magical power that implies the laws of space, has been severely weakened.
It didn't take long, Qin Lang quickly left the city, and there was something strange going on.
City gates, no matter where they are, are usually heavily guarded. This is not only a threat, but also a good way to show strength.
But here, not to mention there are soldiers guarding the city gate, there is no one coming in or out, not a single person.
Looking at the junction of the city gate and the city wall, it is already covered with dust. It has been at least a month since the city gate was closed.
You know, judging from the situation Qin Lang came all the way, there are at least millions of people in this city. It is ridiculously large and does not look like an ancient city at all.
In the words of the Jindan monk who recommended Qin Lang to come, this is the mortal world.
If there is no one to guard it, then there will be no one to guard it. Anyway, there are so many weird places in this world, and this one is no exception.
After leaving the city, Qin Lang looked at the traces of the carriage on the ground, and after deciding on the direction, he chased it all the way.
It didn't take too long. In less than a minute, Qin Lang's advancing figure suddenly stopped. He frowned and looked around.
It stands to reason that he has advanced more than ten miles outside here, but Qin Lang was stunned and found no trace of fields. They were all overgrown with weeds. Even the official road was like this. If it weren't for the carriages that often passed by here.
There were two thin marks on the ground. It was really hard for Qin Lang to believe that this was the official way that the father-in-law said.
The forward speed never stopped, and after half an hour, Qin Lang saw a galloping cavalry from a distance.
That's right, I saw that after his mental power was suppressed, Qin Lang's current "radar" is his own eyes. Of course, except in places like the city where the line of sight is densely blocked, it is really better to see with both eyes in other places.
, it’s more real, after all, these are the eyes of a monk in the out-of-body stage.
But~ in this world, this immortal in the out-of-body stage has turned into a "martial arts master"
The carriage team galloped forward, and Qin Lang followed from a distance. He could not guarantee whether the people in the carriage were monks, or whether their mental power was restricted by the coercion of this world.
Although his strength has been restored now, it is always true to be careful when sailing the ship of ten thousand years.
The carriage team drove forward like this without any rest at all, and I don't know how the horses endured it.
As the time approached evening, the prefect's motorcade finally stopped.
Then a person got off the carriage. This turned out to be a woman, a woman wearing ancient concubine clothes. The soldiers who followed did not salute and just sat on the ground as if nothing had happened.
After the prefect came down, she did something that surprised Qin Lang. Like the guards, she sat down on the ground without caring about her own image.
Time passed like this minute by minute.
Qin Lang stood on the tree and kept looking at them like this.
It's strange, of course, it's unexpected and reasonable, it's already night.
None of these people have made any move to set up camp. They are like puppets, sitting on the ground and not moving for several hours.
Dark night falls, and there are no stars in the night sky of this world. It is pitch black. The strange thing is that there is a faint light on the earth, which comes from nowhere. After feeling it carefully, it turns out that it comes from the void?
Create something out of nothing?
At this time, Qin Lang's brow suddenly jumped, and then his figure disappeared instantly. If you look carefully, the scene under a tree is very different from the scene elsewhere.
This suppression and weakening actually reduced the power of Qin Lang's magic by 99%.
Less than three minutes later, a man appeared half a mile behind Qin Lang, heading straight ahead.
A faint light shone on the man's head, reflecting the light. This man turned out to be a bald man, or a monk.
This is exactly the speechless monk whom Qin Lang said in a few words during the day! (To be continued)