"Any Taoist friends who are going to Shangyuan Immortal Mansion, please get on the boat and leave!"
"Yinfeng Valley, is anyone going to Yinfeng Valley?"
"Fellow Taoists who haven't boarded the boat, please hurry up and set sail immediately..."
Two monks with the word "boat" embroidered on their robes and holding wooden signs in their hands shouted loudly.
This familiar scene made Zhao Lin feel in a trance, as if he had returned to the situation of riding in a van in his previous life.
"Where are you going, friend?"
Seeing Zhao Lin looking over, a dark-skinned monk asked.
"How much does it cost to go to Shadowwind Valley?"
Zhao Lin asked as he glanced at the spirit boat parked on the dock.
"Three hundred spirit coins."
The black-faced monk held out three fingers.
"How many?"
Zhao Lin was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard wrongly, and asked again.
The black-faced monk smiled and said, "Three hundred spirit coins per person, the price is fair, and you can be honest."
"Young and old men are innocent?"
Zhao Lin was almost angry. Is this how Tong Sou Wu Bu was used?
He said patiently: "I came from Shangyuan County, and I only received fifty spirit coins for more than a thousand miles. Now I go to Yinfeng Valley, which is only more than two hundred miles, and I charge three hundred spirit coins?"
The black-faced monk still had a smile on his face, "Three hundred spirit coins are not much, and the yin energy in Yinfeng Valley is too strong. It takes a lot of spirit stones to fly the spirit boat, so it is naturally more expensive than elsewhere."
"This is the first time I've heard of it."
Zhao Lin finally understood why the two monks were so angry. This Zhouyi was too dark and they were taking advantage of scarcity to raise prices.
It is said that unruly people come out of poor mountains and poor waters, and it seems that the same is true in the world of immortality.
"Are you leaving at thirty?"
"Isn't this what you Taoist is doing to entertain people?"
The black-faced monk put away his smile and turned cold, "There is only one Zhouyi in a radius of three hundred miles. If you don't want to sit down, you have to walk."
Zhao Lin turned around and left, thinking that after taking this trip on the spirit boat with three hundred spirit coins, it would be difficult for him to even go back.
Although there are dozens of spiritual stones on his body, they are used to replenish spiritual power in the small world and cannot be used at will.
Moreover, Zhouyi is obviously trying to rip people off, and even if you have money, you won’t even sit there.
The face of the black-faced monk changed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he pointedly said: "Fellow Taoist, don't look at the fact that there are only more than two hundred miles of land. There are poor mountains and rivers along the way, and the road is not easy to walk!"
"Thank you for reminding."
Zhao Lin said without looking back.
If you don’t take a spiritual boat, you have to trek on foot.
He walked into the market and walked around, and saw a store selling maps of Xiniu Prefecture, so he asked the clerk in the store: "How much does a map cost?"
There was only one waiter in the store. He was leaning on the counter in a daze. When he saw Zhao Lin walking in, he quickly straightened up and replied: "Return to the guest officer, one spirit coin."
Zhao Lin took two spiritual coins and gave them to the other party, "I want to ask you something."
The waiter's face lit up, he put away the spirit coins and said, "Sir, please tell me."
"Is there really a bandit cultivator in Yinfeng Valley?"
"Yes, several lone monks have been robbed in the past six months."
Zhao Lin frowned, "Does the county not care?"
The clerk shook his head and said, "It's not that we don't care. There are only more than 200 monks in Qiuyang County, most of whom are engaged in raising Yin Scorpions. There are less than ten people in the patrol hall, so there is not enough manpower."
"Moreover, these two bandit cultivators only rob, not kill, so it is not convenient to mobilize guards from other counties. The patrol hall searched several times but could not find anyone, so they posted a reward notice."
"I see."
Zhao Lin nodded, probably understanding.
There are hundreds of thousands of monks in the Chenghua Sect, so it is inevitable that there will be those who commit crimes, and because of the vast area, there are also monks from other sects or casual cultivators who come to fight against the autumn wind.
"Sure enough, there are bandit cultivators out there, but since we are out to do the mission, we can't be timid. If we want to be at ease, we might as well stay in the Spiritual Dao Temple."
Zhao Lin left the shop and headed northwest.
It's morning now. If you walk quickly, you can reach Shadowwind Valley before dark.
The two monks soliciting customers in front of the spirit boat looked at Zhao Lin's back and watched him leave.
The monk on the left said: "This guy is quite stubborn. I thought he would come back."
The black-faced monk snorted, "A small third-level Qi Refining monk dares to go on the road alone. He is not willing to give up three hundred spirit coins, so he will have to pay a higher price!"
The monk on the left lowered his voice and said, "You plan to..."
The black-faced monk nodded, "You keep an eye here, and I'll notify Song Laosan right away that a fat sheep is coming to your door!"
After saying that, he left Zhouyi and walked around to the other side of the hillside. After looking around for a while, he made sure that no one was around and took out a gray-white talisman from his arms.
The black-faced monk quickly wrote a line of words on it with a charcoal pen, then stretched out his hand to inject mana into the talisman.
The talisman swayed with the wind, automatically rolled into a cylinder, and flew straight towards the Yinfeng Valley like an arrow from the string.
The black-faced monk smiled coldly and said to himself: "I want to see if you want money or your life!"
Zhao Lin was holding a map at the moment and rushing to Yinfeng Valley.
He was extra cautious and didn't exactly follow the route on the map. He would rather take a few more detours to avoid the bandit cultivators.
"The two monks who left angrily just now must have been on foot. Do you want to catch up and go with them?"
This idea flashed in his mind, but was immediately rejected by Zhao Lin.
I had just arrived, I was not familiar with the place, and I didn’t know what the two people’s character was like.
If we think about the worst, if they are on the same side as the bandit cultivators, wouldn't it be like falling into a trap if they come to their door?
Zhao Lin unfolded his body and walked through the mountain forest while emitting ultrasonic waves to monitor the surrounding movements.
After reaching the third level of Qi Refining, one's spiritual consciousness can reach thirty feet, but the echolocation detection distance is further, more than one hundred feet, which is more reliable in comparison.
It's just that high mountains, dense forests, and complex terrain have a certain impact on ultrasonic waves, but they can also hinder spiritual consciousness.
As the journey progresses, the mountains gradually become steeper and the trees become taller and denser.
Zhao Lin did not move forward at full speed to ensure that he could react in time if he encountered danger.
My own cultivation level is only at the third level of Qi Refining. Let alone a bandit cultivator, ordinary cultivators can easily have their thoughts twisted when they meet him.
After climbing over a hill and passing through a valley, Zhao Lin's expression suddenly changed, he stopped, took out the iron ruler from his waist and held it in his hand.
The ultrasonic waves just released seemed to hear subtle movements, and there was something poking its head behind a big tree.
There was silence in the forest. Zhao Lin observed for a moment and suddenly ran in the opposite direction.
Regardless of whether there is anyone in front of you, dodge first. With your own speed, unless you encounter a master at the Foundation Establishment Realm, it will be difficult for anyone to catch up with you.
"Stop, I just want money, not my life."
As Zhao Lin moved, a person appeared from behind a big tree in front of him. He had protruding eyes and protruding teeth, and his appearance was extremely ugly. He was very similar to the portrait of the gangster on the wanted poster.
The wild-eyed monk held half of the halberd tip in his hand and threatened loudly, "If you run away again, I will use the magic weapon."
Zhao Lin seemed not to have heard anything, and quickly rushed towards a bamboo forest, but only ran a dozen steps before he stopped and slowly retreated.
A handsome-looking monk walked out of the bamboo forest. He was wearing a blue satin robe and holding a folding fan in his hand. He had a cool attitude, but there was a sinister look between his eyebrows.
The two of them stood in front of each other, blocking Zhao Lin in the middle.
(End of chapter)
