The bottom cabin of the spacecraft is three meters long and eight meters wide, with a window on each side. It is quite comfortable for twenty people to squeeze inside. However, the height is only as high as Yang Zhen. He can stand, while everyone else can only sit.
Most of the passengers began to sit cross-legged and meditate, and some fell into samadhi immediately. Most of these passengers who bought the cheapest tickets were monks!
They are all casual cultivators, and many of them travel between states and counties all year round, making a living by reselling spiritual materials between the two places and making a small profit. On the contrary, the passengers in the luxury boxes above were mainly ordinary wealthy businessmen or officials. They couldn't walk through the teleportation array, so they had no choice but to covet the comfort of the journey.
Aunt Fu and Granny Chen were curious to see the scenery outside. Yang Zhen chatted with them for a few words and found a corner to meditate.
Soon he entered the stone space.
His physical body is still outside, and what enters the space is not a soul body, but a mirror image, so no one will notice anything wrong. Any damage he suffers in the space will be manifested in the same way by the physical body outside. This is why his hair was still burnt black when he was struck by lightning and exited the space.
Similarly, if the deity in the outside world is disturbed, he can go back at any time. So most of the time, he still chooses to come in at night.
The current stone space is about 40 square meters, and half of the space is neatly stacked with 10,000 Xuanyang wood, which is piled five meters high. There are water, food, spiritual liquid, spiritual tea, etc. purchased from Fangshi in other places. These are all things that Yiyi likes.
This is a little housekeeper who keeps this place in order.
The journey was boring, Yang Zhen chatted with Yiyi for a while, and boxed for a while, and the time passed quickly.
He woke up once during the trip, and it was Aunt Fu who asked him to have lunch with him. After the meal, Yang Zhen wanted to talk to a casual cultivator about the spiritual materials they resold, but no one wanted to talk to him as a child.
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After a long journey of nearly five hours, the spacecraft successfully arrived at Yunzhou City around Youshi.
Yang Zhen and Aunt Fu squeezed out of the bustling crowd and quickly found a sign with his name in the crowd. It was a young monk who introduced himself as Wang and Shaohe, which was the same information that his mother had left for him.
After the names matched, he handed the receipt to the monk named Wang and asked him to get the storage bag for him. If he had taken it out earlier, given how crowded the boatyard was, he might have been taken away. In Yang Zhen's previous life, she often encountered this kind of thing at various stations.
Aunt Fu and Grandma Chen stretched their necks and looked outside. They were both excited and a little worried.
They had told Chen Fuzhen the news before they came. That is through a space magic weapon called a storage spirit bead, which is specially used to transmit letters, pills and other small items. Receiving in two places with the help of the transmission array is very fast and relatively cheap.
They didn't wait long. With a thunderous cry, a sturdy man in his thirties rushed over.
"Mom!" the man shouted loudly, and then greeted Aunt Fu: "Yuxiu, you are here."
The three of them were talking lively, and Aunt Fu was about to introduce Yang Zhen to his son. At this time, a man wearing a green short collar and looking like a servant of the boatyard rushed over, pointed at Chen Fuzhen and shouted: "Did you yell just now?"
Chen Fuzhen was speechless: "Ah, I, right..."
"No loud noises are allowed here," the man said, "You will be fined ten gold coins, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!"
"Why?" Chen Fuzhen suddenly became anxious: "I just yelled, why punish me? I have no money!"
"You still dare to quibble?" The man said fiercely: "Twenty gold coins."
Grandma Chen and both of them were a little panicked, and they surrounded this person and said nice things. Yang Zhen also went up to help explain. When the man saw that he was a mortal child, he sneered and continued to threaten them. If they didn't accept the punishment, they would be arrested.
"I'm an errand in Prince Ju's Mansion. Please allow me to be accommodating. I really don't have any money with me." Chen Fuzhen was also frightened and began to plead.
Seeing that the situation was getting more and more tense, Yang Zhen sighed, took out twenty gold coins, and prepared to accept the punishment.
At this moment, Wang Shaohe came back. After asking about the situation, he walked towards the man.
He took out a token and waved it: "I am a monk from the Wang family in Falling Cloud Mountain. These are my friends. Please don't embarrass them, brothers."
Then he took out a gold coin and put it into the man's hand: "Take it for a cup of tea."
He turned around and led everyone away. The servant nodded and bowed behind him, with a flattering look on his face.
Yang Zhen was stunned. After walking out of the boat yard, she asked curiously: "Brother Wang, why did that person let us go? Is it because our Wang family is famous in the city?"
"That's not true." Wang Shaohe was very polite to Yang Zhen: "It's just that I am a monk and he is a mortal. He dare not offend me."
He turned to look at Granny Chen and the others, with a stern expression: "There are many immortals and mortals in the city. You must be careful not to offend the immortals, and don't make noise in places where immortals come and go. Otherwise, there will be no way to redress the injustice even if you kill them."
Yang Zhen felt a chill in her heart. He had been so comfortable in the Zhao family for the past six months. Under their protection, he had almost forgotten the gap between immortals and mortals in this world.
Immortals are under the jurisdiction of Yunxiao Sect and the local government has no right to deal with them. Although the sect stipulates that you are not allowed to humiliate or harm mortals at will, but if you do, the punishment is often not serious.
Thinking of this, he felt vaguely uneasy. I wonder if it will be dangerous to promote his Xuanyang wood in Zhoucheng these days?
After what happened just now, Granny Chen and the others no longer had the excitement of meeting them. Chen Fuzhen left Yang Zhen's address and agreed to meet him tomorrow, then took his family and left.
Yang Zhen followed Wang Shaohe to Falling Cloud Mountain.
In Xu State, whether it is a county town, a county town or even a capital city, they all have one thing in common, that is, they are built next to a certain spiritual vein. This is not only to allow some monks to live nearby to protect the mortal city, but also to meet the needs of some monks to experience the world of mortals.
Just like Baiyun Mountain is next to Shuyang County, and Zhuiyun Mountain is next to Yunzhou City. This mountain is two thousand feet high. There is a third-level spiritual vein on the mountain where the clouds and mist never disperse all year round, hence the name.
Yang Zhen soon met Wang Rui, the elder of the Wang family who was in charge of the city. This person is Zhang Hejing's junior disciple in Yunxiao Sect. He is over 200 years old and has completed his foundation building. He looks to be of middle age, with a face as white as jade and a short beard.
"Last time, my senior sister asked me to check the origin of a magical artifact. I never thought it was Ling Ci's relic. It's really a pity." The man said with emotion. Yang Zhen quickly thanked her. The two exchanged pleasantries. The man told Wang Shaohe to entertain him well and asked them to retreat.
After dinner, Yang Zhen was invited to a hall to tell stories to a group of warblers and seven or eight children ranging in age from two or three to ten years old. These are all the wives and concubines that Elder Wang married after he returned to secular life, and the children he gave birth to.
He did not refuse and told a story about Nezha making trouble in the sea. These people soon became happy and asked him to stay here for a few more days.
But Yang Zhen was worried. He came to this city. How could he sell Xuanyang wood safely?
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