Xiao Rushi received a lot of teachings about the "Baiyan Guoxian Cult" from the clerk. She knew something was wrong. She didn't even dare to enter those inns easily. She walked away far away and arrived at a place where there was no one around. He took out a translucent jade slip from a hidden place, and read the local people and deeds of the immortal family recorded in it again. He didn't see anything about this inexplicable "Baiyan Kingdom Immortal Sect", but There was no one left to discuss it, and even the civet cat he had always relied on couldn't come up with any ideas about it!
When he was at Qiyun Peak, he heard many stories about how the Xiao family and other immortal families attacked evil spirits and heresies. It was similar to Xiao Qianqiu's attack on the Qingzhou Flower Temple. In one place, he found that believers and priests gathered to burn incense and spread The first step for heresy is to confirm that his name is not in the sacred book recognized by the immortal family, and that he is not the righteous god of the four mountains and three mountains. The second step is to investigate the deeds and find out that the person behind it is an ordinary liar, a crazy seeker of immortals. They are still real monsters. The first two are left to the mortal government to deal with, and the latter will truly join forces to attack them. The elders and true immortals who taught them all taught them that the second step was absolutely indispensable. When encountering evil people, they should be cautious, report to their elders, and invite helpers. In the hands of Zuo Dao, the Xiao family has lost face among the immortals, but when encountering the former, they cannot relax their vigilance - those mortals have no magic power, but are very knowledgeable about mortal psychology, and can easily incite thousands of followers. , very troublesome. Once there was a mortal swindler who was arrested by the Immortal Family and burned to ashes with thunder. His apprentice was reluctant to part with this business. He boasted that his master was picked up by the God of Thunder in the clear day and ascended to the sky. In fact, he incited 100,000 people to fight in the wild. He slept in the open for three months, waiting for the thunder to come, which really made the local government very anxious. Not to mention that the resources needed by many immortal families were also delayed a lot. In the end, a team of mortal government servants were used to kill the scammers with the help of mortals. The matter was settled only after he was caught and executed by various means. Therefore, whenever the children of the Immortal family want to go down to earth to experience, the elders in charge of mortal affairs in the family will hold a class with them and remind them again and again.
But no true immortal or elder has ever told him how to deal with a fairy who is in charge of one side and becomes a heretic monster!
Report to elders?
If the elders were well, how could they let the civet send him here!
Invite more helpers?
The Immortal Family here may be the enemy!
After thinking for a moment, Xiao Rushi took a long breath: "Since it is not in the records of the Xiao family, it means that it is not a true god. Then, the next step is to investigate!"
The civet was stunned for a moment, then showed an appreciative look!
When Xiao Ruge was in Japan, she often scolded her brother for being unwilling to think too much when things were going wrong, and his head was like a piece of wood. In fact, it was not that he was not willing to think too much when things were going wrong, but that he often understood after thinking about it for a little while. , just thinking too much, is this really better than the Xiao family's response method that has been used for thousands of years? This is what he was thinking at this time. No matter whether the elders of the Xiao family can still give him help, or whether he can find allies here, he will never be wrong to find out what happened and who the mastermind is. !
After making up his mind, he took out a few copper coins and asked someone on the roadside to buy a straw hat, an old basket, and an old suit of clothes. He put away the transformed package, re-checked some equipment, and put together a few items. He gave half of this important thing to the civets, so that at least one of them could escape in the worst case scenario. Then he returned to his boyish form, covering his nose and wiping some dirt on his body, and then put on the greasy and dirty straw hat. He put it on his head, held the basket in his hand, and pretended to be an ordinary child.
The straw hat can not only cover his face, but also has another use. The head is the top of Yang Qi. A straw hat worn by mortals for a long time also has a little bit of mortal Yang Qi in it. Ordinary Qi observers will see that the mortal breath on the hat is old. I will not take a closer look at it. If the disciples of the Xian family are not very confident about their ability to control their aura, then wearing an old hat will have a miraculous effect - this is what Xiao Qianqiu said - when Xiao Rushi resisted vomiting and removed the hat. When the old straw hat was placed on his head, which he had to wash carefully every day, he couldn't help but wonder whether the ancestor of the Xiao family had the same psychological struggle as him when he wore other people's hats. Most likely not!
But how could he have made preparations for sneak reconnaissance? He was stunned by what he had already observed before he even entered the city!
About three miles away from the city, there are roadside inns one after another. This is because many merchants who have not calculated their distance come here, either because of bad weather or because of delays on the road, and they do not have time to enter the city in the evening. Just stay one night outside the city. Firstly, you can catch the morning market the next day and sell at a good price. Secondly, the inns outside the city are always cheaper than those in the city. Not only is the rent low, but also the transportation of firewood and food is less. Three miles is a different price. Three miles means that you are not in the city, so the officials come to check less often. Therefore, the business of the inns outside the city is always better than those in the city, and the guests are even more mixed. Although Xiao Rushi He has not been to the mortal world twice, but the elders who manage mortal affairs still told him this common sense, in order to teach him that when he comes to deal with local affairs and other things, when he needs to check the visitor's inn, he should not only check the city, but also Check out the suburbs of these cities. At that time, he remembered these lessons one by one, but he never thought that he would reverse his identity at this moment and become a lurker, doing things like investigating the government. It was so strange that no one in the Xiao family would do it. Pass!
But what he didn't expect was what he saw in front of these inns!
There are more densely packed white flags than the branches of a willow tree, painted with the pupil-less eyes known as the "Hundred-Eyed National Immortal Cult Talisman"!
The inn shops he saw on the road before were those that believed in the "immortal religion", that is, each shop had a guise. The pupil-less eyes were solemnly painted in front of the shop front, and there was a string of "XX old shop" shop names below. , when we got here, there were actually white flags hanging all over, covering up the shop front. It was okay. Many of the merchants coming from the south to the north did not look like very kind people. When they saw the white flags, they were bold. They tiptoed, hunched their backs, and walked into the shop without daring to cough. The timid ones, when they saw the white flags, knelt down and kowtowed first. After each flag, they kowtowed. Before they even entered the shop, seven or eight of them had already kowtowed - - This is normal. Some merchants coming out of the city stopped doing business and stopped rushing after seeing the white banners. They first gathered a crowd and shouted a dozen or so times, "The Hundred-Eyed Immortal Sect, forever and ever!" before lying down. After kowtowing on the ground for dozens of times, the cry was so loud that it shook for miles, not to mention the sound of the white flags and shop signs of the surrounding shops. Oily skin on knees, throat, and crown of head.
What was really shocking was a group of arresters coming out of the city!
They were riding fast horses, carrying iron rulers, and seemed to be rushing to catch some vicious criminal. When they arrived in front of these white flags, they all rolled down from their horses, knelt down in front of the white flags, and shouted for a long time like the merchants who had just arrived. The leader, Fang, raised his eyes and exchanged a few words with a young boy who came out of the store. Then he saw the pockmarked boy glared and said, "We, the Immortal Cult people, you dare to come and take whatever you have eaten!"
The leader quickly grabbed the waiter's hand, handed a few silver cakes to the waiter's hand, and said with a smile: "You guys heard that they are from the Immortal Sect, so you didn't dare to come and get anything. They are just new here." The fourth master is an ignorant village man, and he is a little confused. He insists on explaining things clearly, and the young men come here for a trip to handle errands for the sake of their superiors."
The waiter glared and said, "What are you doing, Third Master or Fourth Master? Even the Jing family can't afford to offend our Immortal Sect! Tomorrow we will speak to the Sect and tell him to get out!"
The chief catcher quickly said yes, handed over a few more silver cakes, and walked the clerk back to the store on his knees. Just then he wiped his sweat and turned around to scold his subordinates: "I have always said that I have the courage to do my job, but now I am not... "
While he was cursing, the guy from before walked out again: "What the hell do you mean, you dare to speak loudly here?"
A group of supposedly majestic catchers were scolded by the guy, and they were all sweating profusely. They crawled on the ground without making a sound. The caravans surrounding them were shouting that the Immortal Cult is forever. The waiter listened for a while and was satisfied and walked back in. The few catchers who were not humiliated by the waiter seemed to have received an amnesty. They climbed onto their horses one by one and went back to die in pee.
