Zhao Zhengli was not affected. If this was the case, how could the head senior brother let him come to this dangerous place in the capital.
Seeing that he was worried, the Bi sisters quickly expressed their position, saying that no matter what his identity was, the two sisters were willing to follow him.
Zhao Zhengli felt warm in his heart. He didn't understand sensationalism, so he stretched out his hand and scratched the bridge of the two sisters' noses to express his gratitude to the two sisters.
The act of intimacy in public made the Bi family sisters blush, and the sixth prince and Yang Zhiming had goosebumps all over their bodies. They also took the opportunity to ride a horse farther away, after all, out of sight is out of mind.
In the afternoon, the group rested in Chenzhuang Town, a hundred miles away from Qingzhou. This place is close to the Yellow River ferry, and there are many pedestrians passing by. There are porters running rampant at the dock, merchants trading along the street, and beggars begging in the mud. Yelling and making noise.
The carriage of Zhao Zhengli and his party passed by an inn in a small town. With a "bang!", a ragged beggar staggered from the inn and fell in front of the carriage. The frightened carriage almost kicked him, but Zhao Zhengli reined him in to resolve it. .
At the same time, curses were heard in the inn: "You bastard beggar, you are just pretending to be a ghost, extorting money without even looking at the place."
The beggar stood up in shock and embarrassment, patted the dust and said dissatisfiedly: "Chen, don't regret it. You don't want the great fortune that comes to your door. When the time comes, you won't have anywhere to cry!"
Seeing his reluctance, the man in the inn walked to the door and accused everyone: "You said you had seen the temple, why didn't you say you had seen the Jade Emperor? Why didn't you go in when you really saw yourself? Are you still showing off to me here?"
There were already a lot of pedestrians on the street, and they quickly attracted onlookers. Many people echoed: "Recently, there are countless people who rely on Shenxia's opportunity to defraud. This trick has become bad in the street!"
"Not only that, I heard that someone was defrauded of five thousand silver notes two days ago!"
"That's a stranger who came from the south. This beggar doesn't know how to read people's words. He actually asked the locals to repeat his old tricks. People have long seen through these little tricks."
"It's hard to fool outsiders. I heard that many people from the world have come here recently. If you're not careful, you may lose your life!"
"Wealth is sought in danger. If you fail in this life, be careful in the next life!"
"..."
Seeing the people's sarcastic words, the beggar hurriedly defended himself: "I really saw it. On the cliff, you saw that I couldn't climb up and was knocked down." After saying that, he lifted up his tattered clothes, revealing a large piece of his lower back. He was bruised, and then he patted his chest and vowed: "If anyone gives me a hundred taels of silver, I will take it myself. If not, I will do as you please with cramps and peeling."
"Yo! Do you want me to see that you were beaten?"
"This kind of person has never met a master in the world, otherwise nine lives would not be enough to beat him."
The onlookers still don't believe him because there have been too many lies and scams recently.
Zhao Zhengli, who had been watching on the carriage, suddenly waved: "Brother, please take a step to speak!"
Everyone looked at the fair-skinned man on the carriage. The man in the white robe next to him was also very majestic. The scholar in the blue shirt and cotton-padded jacket riding on the other side also gave off a good temperament. At a glance, they knew that these people had come from an extraordinary background.
"It's over! Another outsider was slaughtered!"
"It's hard to say, looking at a few of them, they don't look like bad guys!"
The beggar was not afraid of the stage. He turned around and looked at Zhao Zhengli who was driving the carriage. His handsome and fair face was filled with a smile, which made him startled. His first reaction was that this guy was a woman in disguise.
Zhao Zhengli made his smile look as friendly as possible: "What temple did you say you have seen? Do you have any basis for it?"
The beggar combed his disheveled hair and said, "I don't have any evidence, but I can tell you its general outline!"
"Tell me about it!" Zhao Zhengli became interested and looked at him.
He was full of excitement: "Hang on the cliff, surrounded by fairy mist, covering a large part of the palace, revealing a corner of the black tower, overflowing with sunlight." Then he sighed: "It's a pity that I am a mortal and cannot climb the cliff. Otherwise, enter the palace early."
He said it so seriously that the Bi sisters in the carriage couldn't help but poke their heads out. Two beautiful heads suddenly popped up to look at the beggar with a dull expression.
Zhao Zhengli reminded: "Hey! I'm drooling!"
The beggar came to his senses shyly, while the two sisters covered their mouths and smiled.
Zhao Zhengli looked at the Sixth Prince Song Maoling again: "Ahem, I'm doing something for your family, look at the money..."
The Sixth Prince naturally saw through his wishful thinking. Based on the description in ancient books, the Black Heron Temple was black. Regardless of whether what the beggar said was true or false, he felt the need to give it a try. He generously took out two ingots of silver from his arms and threw them to the beggar. : "Lead the way. If it's true, there will be a big reward!"
The beggar took the silver and put it into his mouth without shame. He bit it. When he heard that there was a big reward, his face even broke out in laughter. He said with a calm face: "Young man, I'll take some of you here! It's just a mountain road." It’s so rough… I’m afraid the carriage won’t be able to get there!”
Zhao Zhengli naturally parked the carriage at the inn stables, and then hired a few mules. Because horses were reserved for officials, ordinary people had to use mules, donkeys, oxen, etc. to travel. Of course, there are also people like Jianghu who are unconventional and enjoy grudges and grudges. Outside the scope of imperial restrictions. This is also one of the reasons why people on the street talk about the extraordinary background of Zhao Zhengli and his party.
Soon, stories spread throughout Chenzhuang Town about another outsider being tricked.
The beggar led the way, followed closely by the Sixth Prince Song Maoling and Qi Yunshan Yang Zhiming, followed closely by Zhao Zhengli and the Bi family sisters.
The group of people left the town and walked northward for dozens of miles on a small road with twists and turns and rugged and steep mountains. This kind of terrain is rare in the north, so it is sparsely populated and overgrown with grass.
If these people didn't have enough means to protect themselves, they would really be worried that the beggar would trick them into committing evil acts in the barren mountains.
As he continued to move forward, the mountains and forests became foggy, and the beggar wondered: "Strange, why was there no fog last time?"
After walking for another few dozen meters, the fog became so thick that even the field of vision at the Grand Master level was no more than 100 meters. The beggar paused and wondered: "Why is the fog so thick today? It shouldn't be!"
"How far is this place from the cliff palace?" The sixth prince Song Maoling asked the beggar with a frown.
"According to the distance I traveled last time, it's less than a hundred meters. There is a creek at the cliff. You can see the palace from the creek. But it's very foggy today, so I guess you can't see it." The beggar answered very seriously.
Everyone said nothing and hurried on in a muffled voice. After walking less than three meters, the horses were restless and their hooves could not move forward. They had no choice but to put the reins on the stone pier and wait to get back.
After walking for less than a few steps on the rugged mountain road, the beggar suddenly felt that he couldn't see his fingers, everything was white. He said in a panic: "It's over, it's over, I can't see anything!" He took a few steps back in panic, and his sight finally came. Barely able to see one meter away, he said with a grimace: "Gentlemen, the fog is too bad today, why don't we come back another day?"
The group of people did not embarrass him because they all noticed that the environment was strange.
The Sixth Prince Song Maoling said: "This place is extraordinary. I can barely see about seventy meters."
Yang Zhiming also nodded and said: "Me too!"
The Bi sisters looked at each other: "We can only see forty meters!"
Based on their calculations, everyone roughly understood that this place was divided into high and low realms, and it was basically impossible for a beggar to move with his naked eyes.
Everyone turned their attention to Zhao Zhengli, because he was staring straight ahead.
"I saw the temple on the cliff. One corner of the flying eaves was completely black, and the rest was wrapped in thick fog..." Zhao Zhengli was stunned for a long time, and then spoke in a daze after confirming repeatedly.
Everyone was shocked after hearing this. He could see so far, wouldn't he be in a realm...
"Follow me, let's get as close as possible!" Zhao Zhengli looked in the direction of the white mist ahead. Everyone nodded in acquiescence and asked the beggar to return to a safe position. Hearing this, the beggar ran faster than a rabbit. As for the 'big reward', he had long forgotten about it. Jiuxiao, although he is a beggar, he still knows how to cherish his life.
Zhao Zhengli and his party could not walk more than ten meters, and their field of vision dropped sharply. The Bi sisters were as symptomatic as the beggars earlier; they could not see their fingers, and it was difficult to walk in the white fog. Zhao Zhengli naturally would not abandon them, and held two jade hands in front of them. OK.
The two sisters' fingers were clasped tightly, and their hearts were beating very fast. At this time, their eyes were basically white, they could not see or distinguish clearly, and they could only rely on Zhao Zhengli's hand to guide the direction.
The sight of the Sixth Prince and Yang Zhiming was limited to ten meters, and it was precisely within this ten-meter distance that the two of them could see the cliff, which was exactly the same as what Zhao Zhengli had described. They had read ancient books and knew the rough records of Wulu Temple, so they saw more than what Zhao Zhengli had described. He was even more excited: "Sure enough, as described in the ancient books, the black herons are black and white; the temple is hidden in mystery. It turns out that the temple is completely black and hidden in the snow-white mist."
"Listen! There is the sound of a stream!" Yang Zhiming suddenly reminded him.
Everyone was silent and listened, and there was indeed the sound of a gurgling stream, indicating that what the beggar said was true, but he could not see the beggar when he looked around and heard the sound.
Zhao Zhengli led the Bi sisters, and the group walked quickly towards the cliff. After walking for dozens of meters, they still did not reach the cliff. Even the sound of the stream gradually disappeared, but they still felt that the temple was close at hand.
"Oops! We got lost in the fog!" Yang Zhiming was the first to react.
The Sixth Prince suddenly realized: "The second half of the record is: if you look at the illusion in your mind from a distance, you will inevitably be confused. It seems that in this fog, people will have hallucinations. The stronger the obsession in the mind, the easier it is to be misled. We are all eager to We found the Black Heron Temple, so the fog appeared in the shape of the temple, completely leading us away from the true location of the temple!"
The Bi sisters were confused the whole time because they didn't see any temple at all. Even Zhao Zhengli, who was pulling them together, couldn't see it. They were completely blind at this moment.
Zhao Zhengli remained silent. He was reflecting on the specific link that went wrong.
"Hoo ho!"
Suddenly there was the sound of running footsteps in the mist of the barren mountain. Several people were startled and looked back. They saw a burly man in Khitan clothes running wildly without knowing the direction. Several pairs of eyes intertwined in the mist. , all of them were stunned in place for a moment, because they all thought that the other party was an illusion caused by their own eyes!
Zhao Zhengli and others recognized each other. Halasa, one of the three Khitan commanders, had set up an arena in the capital a few days ago to fight in various circles of the Qing Dynasty. He finally calmed down after a draw with the sixth prince Song Maoling. According to the time, he should take the envoy back to Khitan. Now that he appears here, his purpose is self-evident.
"Everyone, fundamentally speaking, I am half a Jianghu person, so fighting for this opportunity does not have any political purpose." Halasha said tentatively.
"Then it depends on whether you have the ability!" The sixth prince Song Maoling showed hostility immediately, because this land belongs to his Song Dynasty, and people from other countries who cross the border will be boycotted, not to mention that the other party is still the commander of the army. He How can it be tolerated.
The atmosphere became tense instantly.
"Senior brother! If you go further, you won't be able to see it!"
"If you persist a little longer, people from all walks of life will arrive here soon. If it's too late, things will change."
As soon as he finished speaking, three or two monks in monk's robes appeared from the white mist. The visitors were Jueyan from the North Shaolin of the Imperial Prefecture, Yuantong from the South Shaolin, and a Ku from the Great Buddha Temple who was holding a black wooden Zen staff and rushing on his way in a muffled voice. The monk is enlightened.
The sudden appearance of several monks shocked the three parties and caused each other to hesitate for a moment.
Northern Shaolin monk Jueyan shouted to Zhao Zhengli: "You surnamed Zhao, you severely injured my uncle Jingyuan, how can you settle the score!"
"Wasn't Xiao Jingyuan expelled from Shaolin?" Before Zhao Zhengli could speak, Biyu listened to clarify the direction and was the first to gag.
"That was also my former master!" Monk Jueyan said reluctantly.
With a smile on his face, Zhao Zhengli said the harshest words: "Does it make sense for your masters and uncles to join forces to surround us? If you didn't kill him at that time, it would count as your Buddha's blessing. Now let's put it here, no one dares to offend our order again. When your Buddha comes, I will kill him without fail!"
"...you!" Jueyan didn't expect the other party to be so tough.
Monk Yuantong clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Buddha and Taoism belong to the same family. Fellow Taoist Zhao seems to be a bit arrogant when speaking. How did Buddha offend you?"
Zhao Zhengli glanced at him and said disdainfully: "If you don't accept it, you can still curse me, the founder of Taoism!"
"...The poor monk wants to duel with you!" Monk Jueyan gritted his teeth angrily.
"Just you? I'm afraid you can't threaten me." Zhao Zhengli raised his eyes and said lightly.
"You... are bullying others too much!" Monk Jueyan was furious. If Yuantong hadn't pulled him, he would have rushed over and fought with Zhao Daochang.
Halasa felt that the situation was not good; he turned around and disappeared into the mist, leaving behind a group of confused people.
Song Maoling immediately chased in the direction where Halasha disappeared, and the others paused and followed closely. After all, they all understood the principle of unanimously speaking to the outside world.
