Chu Qing'er, who was fleeing, hurriedly landed in the backyard of a farmer. When she climbed over the wall and came out, she had changed her appearance.
Wearing a dusty black suit, with a lot of padding on both sides of the shoulders, a fierce middle-aged man with a dirty face, a full face with beard, messy hair tied up in a bun casually, wearing a straw hat, hanging around his waist A wine gourd that was shiny with rubbing, wearing a pair of men's cloth shoes with worn-out heels, with wood chips added inside to make them fit.
Holding a sword in his hand on his shoulder, he walked on the official road and headed towards the town in a swagger.
Several waves of monks flew through the air, and some glanced at them. She bravely pretended as if nothing had happened.
Entering the town, she found three tourists shouting in front of the notice wall on the roadside. She went over and took a look, which almost made her break into a cold sweat. Suddenly, there was an ink portrait of her posted on it, which was absolutely like her. The passers-by onlookers commented and laughed loudly, all gearing up to catch this female thief with a generous bounty.
The action was so fast that even her sea fishing portrait was posted.
Fortunately, her master helped her prepare a human skin mask and some outfits in her storage bag, otherwise she would have been unable to move.
"Come here, show me the road sign! Where are you coming from and where are you going?"
A bearded wanderer didn't like the bearded man passing by and scolded him to find some fault.
Chu Qing'er took out the road guide she had prepared in advance from her sleeve, handed it over, and used some tricks to successfully pass the test. She gave her ten copper coins and asked You Xi to come forward and help her find a horse and carriage dealer in the town to rent a car. A simple donkey cart is driven by the driver to the nearest dock.
Master helped her plan the next journey.
She wanted to take the water route first to the Confucian territory of Daying in the east, then do the opposite, and then make a long circle back to Great Liang in the west.
It took half a year longer, but it was safe on the road, so it was just an experience.
Zhang Wenfeng, who was in charge of Baihu Ridge, was not idle. He offered to paint a batch of portraits and post them everywhere in nearby counties. However, three days passed and there was no news about the sorcerer nun. Even an expert can't deduce his whereabouts.
Three more days later, everyone who expanded the scope of the search countless times, each with their own things to do, could not spend too much time on a witch nun, so they all went back. They could only tighten up internally and loosen up externally, and mobilize various places to continue to strengthen the investigation of strangers.
Zhang Wenfeng bid farewell to Shi Huaian, who was responsible for the matter, and set out on his journey home with Mo Ye.
He has already read and signed the application file, and Shi Huaian will submit it when the time comes.
After crossing the Yaxi River and arriving at Xihezhou Town, Zhang Wenfeng strolled around the simple and old town streets for a while, bought some stuffed toys for Mo Yesin, and said, "I'm going to visit a friend at Qingshui Temple in Xitou, and it will take me two days." In an hour, Mo Ye, will you go with me or play in the town?"
He knew that Mo Ye had no interest in Taoist temples and would not go up the mountain even if he went there.
Mo Ye played with the doll, glanced in the direction of the river embankment, and said, "I'll wait for you in the town."
The two went their separate ways. Zhang Wenfeng deliberately went around to the center of the town. The Red Courtyard, which was destroyed by the wizards last winter, was rebuilt on the original ruins. Traces of sorrow and suffering were carved on a piece of land to the west of the town office. The densely packed names on the high stone tablet represent the lives that have been lost.
Zhang Wenfeng walked around the stone tablet that was smoked black and yellow by incense, and then walked towards the west alley.
I heard an old man's confused voice coming from behind, "...it seems to be Taoist Zhang who did the work last year?"
He quickened his pace and left, asking Chen Qingqiao to borrow a bamboo hat to cover himself later.
Mo Ye walked eastward along the river embankment. The Yaxi River in front of him was actually less than a hundred miles away from Baihu Ridge.
As far as her eyes could see, she saw various fishing boats and ferries on hundreds of miles of water. Most of them were worshiping different styles of the river god Hebo. The incense of one of them was dedicated to the Earth God who was thrown into the underworld, accounting for about 30% of it. Most of the other incense has become rootless wild duckweed, wandering without knowing where to go.
People on the water believe in the river god and water god. This is an old rule passed down from ancestors and will not be stopped just because the court prohibits it.
Over time, local officials turned a blind eye.
Mo Ye walked to a deserted place under the shade of an uninhabited tree, reached into the void and took a picture of a ghost figure.
Under the shade of a small tree, another world was formed, and the ghostly figure bowed to the ground and saluted: "I bow to His Highness the Night King!"
"A few days ago, I threw a remnant soul from the earth into the underworld. You personally led him to the fifth hall and let him reincarnate as a human being without special care. Go!"
"Subordinates, take orders! Subordinates, please retreat!"
The ghost disappeared into the ground.
Mo Ye looked up at the sky, frowned slightly, took off the hairpin on his head and threw it in the direction of Guizailing in the southwest.
The "giant eye" pointing the sky this way leads to Guizailing.
The next moment, Mo Ye disappeared, and the cold air in the shade of the trees was completely dissipated.
Zhang Wenfeng, who had just finished burning incense and sat down to drink tea at Qingshui Temple, looked slightly startled, then stood up and clasped his fists apologetically: "Guanzhu Chen, I'm sorry, I have to take a step forward if I have something to do today. I'll come back to visit you when I have free time next time!"
"Ah, you're in such a hurry? You're leaving after lunch. You haven't even said a few words."
"There is indeed something going on today, Guanzhu Chen, take care!"
Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the side hall door and hurried down the mountain. Chen Qingqiao, who followed him out, was puzzled. He hugged his fists and said goodbye, but it was inconvenient to ask more questions.
At the foot of the mountain, Zhang Wenfeng felt that the shadow color deepened slightly, and then returned to normal.
"I hid in your shadow for a few days and was almost discovered."
Mo Ye's voice came, and she did not explain specifically what happened.
Zhang Wenfeng walked to the country road with a calm and calm expression. He would not ask too much about what happened. Mo Ye had his own reasons for doing this. After getting along for such a long time, the two of them had a somewhat tacit understanding and harmony with each other.
During the harvest season, there are many busy men, women and children in the fields.
The attractive fruity aroma wafts in the air, and the heavy ears of rice are gradually turning yellow. It is very joyful to look at the large tracts.
Back at Xianling Temple, the sun was tilted due south, and it was not yet time for school to end at Qingzheng Villa.
After not coming back for six or seven days, Zhang Wenfeng first inspected the fields of spiritual grass and the growth of spiritual rice. He heard the braying of a donkey, and the donkey was running across the water from the forest to the west carrying Hu Qiang'er.
The donkey talked a lot and yelled from a distance: "Guanzhu, you have to go back. If you don't come back, I will break through and be promoted. A few days ago, I heard from the second senior brother that you went to Xiahe County next door to handle a case. How is it? Are you still going?"
"I'm not going. Are you sure you can break through? How about more time to stabilize and hone your skills?"
Zhang Wenfeng greeted the little demon who jumped off the donkey's back and saluted, then patted the donkey's back and asked.
"I've been waiting for you to come back, haven't I? As long as you help me, Master, the problem of breaking through the realm shouldn't be big. If I break through the realm on my own, I'll definitely have to wait half a year before it's safe."
"Oh, how can I help you?"
Zhang Wenfeng was quite curious. He was able to help the donkey break through the situation. This was a new discovery.
"Isn't the corn plant about to be harvested? Then the leaves and straw will be chopped into pieces and mixed with ingredients so that I can eat two more meals. Isn't it a strenuous job to break through the realm..."
"Bah!"
Zhang Wenfeng slapped the foodie on the butt, interrupted his squawk, and said, "Speak to the important point, don't talk nonsense!"
"Okay, okay, let's get to the point. I found that a certain kind of sutra that you recite, Guanzhu, can make me especially calm down. What I mean is that when I am in trouble, Guanzhu, you are reciting sutras and praying for me on the side. "
The donkey's eyes shone brightly. It thought about it for several days and felt that this method was feasible.
Zhang Wenfeng fell into thinking.
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