"There's still more than a month left!"
Li Yanchu thought in his heart.
Although he had mastered the art of Bigu Taoism, he still went to the city to purchase a lot of food, water, and some necessary supplies.
in case for need.
The Qiankun Bag played a great role at this time.
As for the money needed to buy supplies, Li Yanchu was not short of it.
Originally, he had several thousand taels of silver notes with him, and he left part of it for the landlady, and he had enough money.
He went to the livestock market and bought a camel with the strongest muscles and the best appearance.
Then prepare to join a caravan.
The outside of the pass is not as good as the inside. Even if he possesses the Ding Feng Pearl, he is not willing to rush through the clouds and fog.
Don't want to have more accidents.
Besides, he also needs a guide.
Otherwise, it is easy to get lost in the vast desert.
Many of these passing caravans have their own warriors who are responsible for guarding the goods.
Of course, some of them directly hire bodyguards from escort agencies.
There are horse thieves and sand bandits outside the pass, who are cruel and easy to kill. They often rob passing caravans outside the pass, which is vast and sparsely populated.
This kind of thing is commonplace.
After all, the desert mountains and forests are not within the jurisdiction of the Qian Kingdom court.
Therefore basic security is a must.
Li Yanchu led a camel and joined a caravan that was about to leave customs.
The leader of the caravan is named Meng Hai. He is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a weathered look on his face. His figure has become slightly heavier, but his hands and feet are still nimble and he is also a martial arts practitioner.
He has been engaged in this trade for ten years.
From a lowly martial artist, he now owns a camel team, married a wife, and gave birth to a son.
Apart from anything else, Meng Hai has extremely rich experience outside the customs.
After all, storms, horse thieves and sand bandits, all kinds of dangers may take people's lives.
Died silently outside the customs.
Meng Hai originally looked down upon Li Yanchu. What use could such a handsome young Taoist do if he left seclusion?
The old Taoist priest may also be able to help with Feng Shui.
But.
When Duan Dali, the burliest martial artist in the team, who could kill a bull with one punch, was easily knocked down by Li Yanchu.
Meng Hai looked at him with admiration.
There is no problem at all with this kind of skill.
And if it’s a monk or a Taoist priest, wouldn’t it be a mascot for blessings?
then.
The group of them left Tianhai Pass and rushed to the Hengduan Mountains.
Inside and outside the customs are completely two worlds.
Even though the pass is desolate, it still shows its popularity, and there are very few uninhabited places.
But it's different outside the customs.
The sky is vast and the sky is vast, stretching as far as the eye can see.
Extremely confused!
When they left Tianhaiguan, the surrounding area was still an oasis, but as they went deeper, the surrounding land gradually became barren.
Many places have become deserts.
Meng Hai is a relatively enthusiastic middle-aged man, riding a camel side by side with Li Yanchu.
"Daozhang Li, you are a monk, why do you want to go to Hengduan Mountain?"
Meng Hai asked.
Li Yanchu explained: "Looking for someone, my friend was arrested and he should also go to Hengduan Mountain."
Meng Hai nodded slightly: "I didn't expect people outside the country to be so loyal. Was your friend captured by the barbarians?"
"I have friendships with several barbarian tribes in the Hengduan Mountains. If that's the case, I might be able to intercede for the Taoist priest."
Li Yanchu shook his head and said, "Thank you very much. My friend was captured by the shaman."
He didn't shy away from it.
Meng Hai's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he said with emotion: "Shamanism?"
He was a little surprised.
Then he said:
"Shamanism is the holy religion of barbarian tribes, and it usually does not have contact with the outside world."
His voice changed a little, obviously he knew how powerful this shamanism was.
Li Yanchu had not been in contact with Meng Hai for a long time, but Meng Hai was not filled with resentment, but was rather blessed.
Judging from his appearance, he is also a very upright person.
therefore.
Li Yanchu did not hide anything: "Brother Meng, have you ever heard of the Vientiane Heavenly Palace?"
"My friend was kidnapped by the shamans and went to find the Heavenly Palace of All Things."
Meng Hai was a little surprised when he heard this.
"Then it seems that your friend is destined to be wealthy or have a lucky star, so he was arrested by the shaman."
Li Yanchu was a little surprised: "Are there many such things?"
Otherwise, why would Meng Hai immediately see the connection?
Meng Hai sighed and smiled: "Shamanism is the belief of the barbarians outside the Pass. They worship the sun, moon, stars, mountains and rivers. They believe that all things have spirits and can be worshiped."
"I also heard the old man say that the legendary Heavenly Palace of All Things needs someone to lead the way to find it. It must be an indescribable fate. I originally thought this was a legend passed down by word of mouth."
Meng Hai's voice became lower and lower.
He lowered his voice intentionally.
Talking about shamanism outside the customs is actually very taboo.
It's just that maybe Li Yanchu's Taoist priest attire made him look a little friendly, and he felt less defensive.
Li Yanchu tilted his head slightly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
There is such a heavy cause and effect on Lao Bai?
"How much does Brother Meng know about this shamanism?"
Li Yanchu asked.
Meng Hai glanced at him and sighed: "Daozhang Li, there is something I shouldn't have said. It's a bit too shallow to say something profound."
"But we are all from the Qian country. I advise you not to provoke the shamans."
"Oh? Is it because they are powerful?" Li Yanchu asked.
"More than that, this shamanism is very evil. They sacrifice human beings, skin them and dig out their hearts, or they hollow out only one piece of human skin to make a human skin drum. Their methods are extremely cruel."
"Shamanism is a sect practiced by barbarians. It is inherently uncivilized, backward and bloody."
"Especially shamans, who can summon spirits, cast spells, and enter your dreams. They are simply devils."
"Daozhang Li, you are young and energetic, and you have traveled thousands of miles to rescue your friends. Your loyalty is respected, so I advise you not to provoke the shamans, lest you risk your own life."
Li Yanchu knew that the other party had good intentions: "Thank you, Brother Meng, for reminding me."
but.
He must save people.
No matter how ferocious shamanism is, it can still be more ferocious than the evil spirits in the Paradise Paradise.
Meng Hai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally sighed.
He could see Li Yanchu's determination to save people.
When I was young, I was full of blood and would sacrifice my life and blood for my friends.
But Meng Hai is already forty years old, has a wife, children, a family and a career.
There are more worries.
If he hadn't wanted to give his family a better life, he would not have continued to take risks in foreign trade.
The caravan headed towards Hengduan Mountain, the camel bells ringing melodiously.
It's bitter cold outside the Pass.
The sky was clear just a moment ago, but in an instant there was a strong wind.
Just change!
Meng Hai simply had rich experience, and the caravan was full of old people who had been traveling to the fortress all year round. He predicted in advance that the strong wind was coming.
We found shelter from the wind and settled the camels and people.
(End of chapter)
