The rain is as soft as mist, and the rocks are filled with light from the sky.
Men and women holding umbrellas strolling through the streets are a leisurely sight.
Zhang Wenfeng and Yun Qiuhe who accompanied them walked into Yuanyang County from the east gate. When he was eighteen years old, he traveled with his master and visited the county once. He stayed in a time-honored inn for seven days and visited most of the city. Streets and alleys.
Almost five years have passed, and the city is still as old as it seems, and nothing seems to have changed.
People come and go, interpreting the customs of the world.
"Actually, there have been changes. The Daolu branch in the county was taken over by Master Guo Zhongfu four years ago. The monks came from scratch and walked into the world from the mountains. Ordinary people living in the city were not aware of it at first. In the past two years, the high-level people in the sky have changed. There are so many gods coming and going, so I get used to it."
After hearing Zhang Guanzhu's sigh, Yun Qiuhe smiled and pointed to the figure of the monk flying in the air in the distance.
Zhang Wenfeng actually had something else in mind, but he didn't need to explain it so carefully.
Master struggled to find the way back then, but it was a pity that he did not catch up with the good years. Otherwise, with Master's talent of being proficient in several miscellaneous subjects, it would not be difficult to break through the realm and transform Qi.
The two of them did not hold an umbrella, but were protected by the invisible magic power of Jianwei Realm. The drizzle did not wet their robes, and they talked and laughed in low voices, walked through the streets and alleys, and walked into the Juncheng Daolu Branch.
The layout is similar to that of Xiling County Daolu Branch, but the scale is much larger.
It is a two- or three-story brick and wood building with cornices, warped walls, carved beams and painted beams. It is quaint and interesting, with winding corridors. The large square in the middle is surrounded by altars and altars of green plants, which seem to hide some kind of formation.
After receiving permission, the two were led into a building opposite the square by a young Taoist priest.
Compared with the simplicity of Wu Qianping's office hall, Principal Guo's public room was elegant and elegant. There was a Huaqi Realm woman guarding outside the door, who checked their identity tags and extended their hands to invite them after registration.
Zhang Wenfeng and the familiar Yun Qiuhe crossed the wave-like restriction.
The interior is decorated like an indoor garden, with rockeries, running water, flowers and trees, and birds playing on the branches. The flowers are singing and the scenery is changing as you move. The aura is much more abundant than outside.
Zhang Wenfeng secretly lamented that Dean Guo was a very particular person who knew how to enjoy life.
Guo Zhongfu, who was about forty years old, had a square face and looked very smart and capable. He was wearing a brocade robe and a miter. He met the two of them on the water pavilion stage, greeted them with greetings, and drank tea and chatted casually.
During the conversation, he praised Zhang Wenfeng's past achievements and was very friendly.
After talking for about two-quarters of an hour, Guo Zhongfu wrote a mission document and gave some information files about the area around Guiziling. The two took them and stood up to leave knowingly.
Then he went to another building to take an assessment and test his cultivation. After a few days, he would receive the "Master" identity card.
The Daolu branch in Juncheng is quite large, and everyone who sees it is in a hurry.
Wandering around, I came to the "Zhen Pavilion", where the cabinets were filled with a dazzling array of goods.
Zhang Wenfeng is not short of robes and swords. He even has flying swords. He purchased several dozen high-grade blank talisman papers, several dozen intermediate talisman papers, a good set of talisman pens, talisman inks and other items to understand the price of the goods. .
After walking out of the Daolu branch, Yun Qiuhe suggested: "If you want to sell thunder talismans and wooden talismans in the future, you can put them in the County Zhen Pavilion. They charge a certain commission, but there are many monks coming and going, so it is easier to sell them."
"After completing the task, I will go to Fangshi Street in Zhoucheng to see if I can find some cheap treasures."
"It's not that easy. Most good things are not cheap. In many cases, goods are exchanged for goods. It is difficult to find something missing. I will go with you then. I am also familiar with the place."
"Okay, I learned how to fly. It will be convenient to come and go."
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After returning to the Fairy Spirit Temple, Zhang Wenfeng read information and maps every day, practiced flying, swordsmanship, and wood magic, drew talismans, and made spiritual peach wood magic weapons. In some free time, he studied the "Nine Palaces Flying Star Steps" in his hand.
Within a few days, he used arithmetic and deduction to master the "Nine Palaces Flash Step" method, and he wasted no time practicing it.
According to what he knew from the files, the area around Guizailing, which is about a hundred miles away, has harsh climate and environment in some places, and is shrouded in a thick ghost mist and miasma, making it inconvenient to fly in the air.
Then, when walking on the ground, it is necessary to master one more body technique.
Yun Qiuhe and his second senior brother helped him collect the needed ancient copper coins, ancient porcelain bowls, aged water ladles, millstones and other items to prepare for the trip. Everything went in an orderly manner, except for the "spiritual sword" given to him by Gu Quan. "Jue" Flying Sword Technique, he was stuck at the level of drawing runes and still couldn't complete it. He didn't have much time to study and practice the "Spirit Connecting Thread Rune".
Tanimao
Late at night on the tenth day of the lunar month, it was raining continuously and the sky was as dark as a curtain.
Zhang Wenfeng came to the entrance of the cave in the back mountain. The fog was billowing outside, so he was not worried about anyone coming to disturb him.
He stretched out his hand to draw a square, deep and fuzzy ghost gate in the air, and silently called Bai Wuchang's name to the dark energy ring exposed on his left index finger.
Before leaving for Guiziling, he thought it over and decided that it would be safer to consult Bai Wuchang, an expert in catching ghosts.
A vague shadow wearing a strange white robe and a tall hat appeared in the air next to him.
"Zhang Wenfeng has seen Master Gui Cha!"
"No need to be polite!"
Bai Wuchang looked at the young Taoist priest whose aura was obviously different, and nodded secretly. In just a short time, this man has been promoted to the second level. He is worthy of having a bit of luck in the underworld. He said in a gentle tone: "Zhang Daoyou, you are now a Taoist official in the Yang World. You can just call me 'Fellow Daoist Bai' from now on. I wonder why Fellow Daoist Zhang came to see me this time?"
His true body is still in the underworld, and what appears and walks in the world of the sun is just a projection of his clone.
For ghosts, the Yang world is a dangerous place, and it is safer to travel in the Yang world using avatar projection.
Zhang Wenfeng heard Bai Wuchang's polite words, clasped his fists and said, "It disturbs Fellow Daoist Bai's purity. In a few days, I will be ordered to go to the ancient battlefield of Guiziling in the Broken Moon Demon Forest to save the ghosts who are stranded in the world. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Bai has ever listened to this. Talk about that place where evil spirits are causing chaos?"
Are the various ghosts in the underworld allowing the ghosts in Guiziling to run rampant?
He felt it was strange, so he tried to talk first.
"Broken Moon Demon Forest, Guiziling Ancient Battlefield."
Bai Wuchang kept chanting in his mouth, and a book appeared in his hand, turning the pages and creating countless double images.
After a while, Bai Wuchang put away the book and said, "The ghosts in that place are not under the jurisdiction of our Hades."
Zhang Wenfeng was surprised. Are there any ghosts in this world that are not under the control of Hades?
Bai Wuchang smiled and said: "If you lure ghosts into the territory of the human race to kill them and save them, it is also a meritorious deed. At the critical moment, I can do my best. If it is outside the territory of the human race, I can't do anything." His figure slowly faded. , and another reminder: "Zhang Daoyou, the dark energy ring on your hand can only outline the ghost gate twelve times."
"Thank you Daoist Bai for clarifying my doubts!"
Zhang Wenfeng cupped his fists and sent him off. A rough calculation showed that he still had six chances to get through the ghost gate, so he would have to use them sparingly in the future.
I also understood what Bai Wuchang meant. The ghosts on the demon clan's territory are not under the control of Hades.
Hades only cares about all the evil spirits in human territory.
He really didn't know this kind of secret before.
The fifteenth day came in a blink of an eye.
Early in the morning, Zhang Wenfeng and Yun Qiuhe, wearing bamboo hats and carrying parcels on their backs, were greeted by their second senior brother and Yue Anyan with fists clasped in their hands. They braved the drizzle and walked out of the archway towards the official road to the west. The donkeys carried clean baskets on their backs. Follow from behind.
The mountain badger squatted at the feet of the second senior brother. He had pitiful little eyes and made a high-pitched cry of "Uh-huh", but he did not dare to disobey the donkey's orders and did not take a step out of the archway gate.
The donkey ran far away, looked back, and sighed: "I almost relented and agreed to Lu Huan to go out. I promised to take it to the world when it gets better. Oh, I'm so worried."
It now knows that it is very tiring to worry about traveling in the world.
Zhang Wenfeng sent a message: "The area around Guiziling is not a good place. Its cultivation is weak and it will be difficult to take care of it."
"It's just that I don't want to take it with me, hey!"
The donkey sighed and ran away, no longer interested in talking.
Rushing to the vicinity of Xihezhou Town, facing the Yaxi River that had swollen to the embankment and filled with water, Zhang Wenfeng and Yun Qiuhe jumped into the air, their clothes fluttering, and the black donkeys ran across the water like a road, following closely. go.
Children playing on the river bank shouted: "Look, there is a god!"
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