"Taoist Master Yanchu doesn't know yet, but there is a ferryman who can figure out the mystery of this place and can help everyone board the boat and cross the river in place of the mysterious man who restrains ghosts!"
Chen Yang said slowly.
"Yes, that boy is really good at it. It is said that he is also a ferryman on the Xia River. He has a lot of background."
Zhu Fugui smiled.
Li Yanchu was a little surprised.
It is indeed one of the seventy-two blessed places of Taoism, a dojo for land gods, and it even attracts people like this.
He looked a little strange.
"You actually replaced that mysterious man?"
Li Yanchu couldn't believe it. Did he steal that mysterious man's job?
Is the ferryman industry so involved?
Zhu Fugui touched his head and said with a smile: "It is indeed incredible, but there have always been many mysterious legends around Xiahe. It is understandable if there is such a ferryman."
The Xia River is the largest river in the Qian Kingdom, and its status is equivalent to the Yellow River in Li Yanchu's previous life.
It originally had an ancient name, but it was renamed during the Daxia Dynasty and has been passed down to this day.
It has always been extremely mysterious and has many legends about strange and immortal people.
Many people believe that the bottom of the Xia River leads directly to the underworld, and there are boundaries between Yin and Yang.
While the three of them were talking, the small boat that Li Yanchu had seen was slowly approaching.
The waves are turbulent, but a solitary boat is as stable as a rock, extremely stable.
There was originally a stern-looking man on the boat, holding a Taoist magic weapon called a soul-calling bell, which could attract souls to board the boat.
Now he has been replaced by a arrogant man with an ugly appearance and a strong body, with cold eyes and a short knife on his waist.
The muscles and bones in his body seemed to be made of copper poured into iron. Just looking from a distance, you can feel a pressing sense of oppression!
"Why do I look at this man more like a murderous gangster than a boatman?"
Li Yanchu said slowly.
He had seen a ferryman before, in the tomb of Zhennanhou, and he didn't feel such a strong sense of oppression.
Zhu Fugui murmured: "Yes, I don't think this man is a good person either."
Not just them, anyone who sees this Xiahe ferryman will probably have this idea.
Being his ship, it seems like he will kill people and steal goods the next moment.
but.
Most practitioners know some of the rules of ferrying people.
For example, you need to pay to take a boat!
The money here is not silver money, nor is it charged for money like the rumors, but it refers to valuable things.
For example, this ferryman collected the magic weapon from this palace!
One magic weapon per person is the shipping fee!
For another example, no matter whether they are monks, Taoists, or rogues, no one will break the rules and take advantage of the ferryman.
certainly.
This refers to when taking a boat.
The situations where people need to be ferried are usually dangerous and extreme waters. People in this profession have a special method of communicating with ghosts and gods.
As long as you follow their rules, you can get through it safely.
For example, many corpse caves, rivers of the dead, and underground rivers of darkness that are common in large tombs all require ferrymen to come forward.
This is almost a common rule.
Don't ask where you came from, don't ask why, just collect money to do things.
This is the ferryman.
A relatively neutral profession.
Many small boats came close to the shore, and several monks around them quickly gathered around them, preparing to hand over the Taoist ritual tools to pay for the boat trip across the river.
A dragon roar sounded.
Shocking and enlightening!
It makes people lose control instantly.
A figure flew over from a distance.
He is a young man with stern eyes and an extraordinary temperament.
As soon as he appeared, everyone present felt a little eclipsed.
Several people who originally planned to board the ship were overwhelmed by his powerful momentum and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
It is the little Taoist master of Maoshan.
Hong Baiwei!
Hong Baiwei's aura was strong at this time, and his body was shrouded in a faint divine light.
The dragon's roar just now came from his chest.
It is obviously an incredible divine weapon.
He came to the side of the boat and threw a Taoist magic weapon to the ferryman.
The ferryman tilted his head slightly and turned to one side.
Hong Baiwei boarded the bow.
His eyes are higher than his head, and although he abides by the ferryman's rules, he doesn't put everyone present in his eyes.
Arrogant and domineering.
It was as if everyone was a piece of shit in his eyes, and only a few people, including Monk Jiekong of Daxiangguo Temple, could compare with him.
Even when he saw Gongshu Pei Yu, who was being chased and survived, he showed no expression.
Suddenly!
Hong Baiwei's eyes suddenly turned cold when he saw Li Yanchu in the crowd.
This is the man who killed all the Maoshan disciples!
Turned him into a loner!
"When I go to Jinting Mountain to find my destiny, I will crush this person to ashes and beat him to pieces!"
Hong Baiwei said in his heart.
Li Yanchu had the magical power to conceal the sun, and his secrets were obscured, making it easy for others to ignore him.
As a young Taoist priest who has nothing outstanding except for being handsome.
Even Hong Baiwei didn't realize it.
Why didn't I spot this person in the crowd just now?
Li Yanchu looked at Hong Baiwei's gloomy face and smiled slightly.
Give him a middle finger!
Hong Baiwei couldn't understand this gesture, but he understood the provocation in it.
His face is getting colder and colder!
What surprised Li Yanchu was that this Maoshan Taoist was arrogant and regarded human life as nothing.
He actually turned around and ignored himself.
"Is it because I'm on the ferryman's boat and I can't do anything at will? Or is there a fairy fate that Hong Baiwei knows well in Jinting Mountain and he doesn't want to cause trouble?"
Li Yanchu thought in his heart.
The ferryman from near Xiahe can travel much faster than the stern man holding the soul-calling bell.
It took almost as long as a stick of incense to turn back.
"Is this the difference between doing it for the public and doing it for yourself?"
Li Yanchu smiled slightly.
Although Hong Baiwei is not a good person, he has a domineering and cold personality.
But it is definitely not someone who can be killed silently.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with the ferryman.
Instead, Li Yanchu was a little surprised.
"According to Hong Baiwei's temperament, he didn't take the opportunity to kill the ferryman and block the way for the rest."
"Will killing the ferryman cause something bad to happen?"
Li Yanchu touched his chin and thought.
A maximum of two people can be accommodated at one time.
Except for the unruly Hong Baiwei, the others boarded the boat consciously in order.
Everyone paid the shipping fee for the Taoist instruments and there was no conflict.
Even with Zhu Fugui's body type, standing on the boat was as stable as a mountain without any ripples.
Li Yanchu was just about to board the ship.
A woman wearing Taoist robes flew over. It was the unlucky female crown he had seen before.
Ding Rou!
At this time, Chen Yang and Zhu Fugui had left by boat, and Li Yanchu happened to be alone on the shore.
Ding Rou had blood oozing from many places on her body and her face was pale.
"Friend Daoist Li, save me!"
Ding Rou looked panicked, as if something terrible had happened.
(End of chapter)
