After Chai Fengju trotted for half a day, the soft rope blocking the road was replaced by a towering gate.
The soft ropes extending from the left and right are tied to the stone pillars on both sides of the gate. A floating rune pattern is drawn with golden light in the center of the gate, forming a hollow forbidden portal.
The outside of the gate is very lively, with simple and temporary buildings lined up in rows, and the bustling flow of people passing by, almost forming a small market.
Many monks gathered near the gate, squatting, sitting, or standing, whispering to each other, or talking loudly. From time to time, they cast vague glances into the interior of the gate, as if they were waiting for something.
Just as Jing Yingrong was about to go around Fangshi, the horse chasing the wind snorted, stopped slowly, and paved the ground with its front hooves.
Seeing this, Jing Yingrong looked around, then turned over and led Chai Fengju towards a spiritual drink restaurant on the outskirts of Fang City.
This shop, which specializes in all kinds of drinking products, only has a simple shed set up, which can be said to be ventilated from all sides, but there are still many people sitting in the shop.
"Fellow Taoist, what would you like to drink? Wine, tea, or some fruit juice?"
The store clerk came up to me and asked with a smile on his face.
The mirror reflects: "Natural dew."
"Do you like sour, sweet, cold or hot?"
"..."
Jing Yingrong blinked and said, "She has a lot of spiritual energy."
"It has a lot of spiritual energy?...Ah, how about milk and cinnamon honey? It is the signature of our store. It has enough spiritual energy and can also reduce mental fatigue. You can't drink it anywhere else."
"Okay, I want a bucket."
"Ah?" The store clerk was stunned, thinking he heard wrongly, "A bucket?"
Jing Yingrong nodded.
The store clerk scratched his head, wondering why: "We only make five pots of milk and cinnamon honey every day, and the total is just... half a bucket?"
"Okay, both."
Jing Yingrong paid the spirit stone first.
The store clerk got the spirit stone, said "Okay" without asking any more questions and walked over.
Jing Yingrong found a seat outside and sat down, while Zhui Fengju lay beside him.
Suddenly there was a commotion at the gate. A monk wearing the uniform of a Shijuefu disciple passed through the talisman. All the monks near the gate stood up and stared at the man with expectant eyes.
The disciples of the Shijue Mansion loudly shouted: "We are recruiting twenty people! Both men and women are welcome. There is no limit on cultivation. They are young to middle-aged in appearance. Those with experience will be given priority. They need to pass the preliminary test first! Five more people will be invited, and three will be able to make alchemy. You don’t need to be proficient in talisman, just a little knowledge is enough!”
Before she could finish her words, hundreds of monks had already spontaneously and skillfully formed a long queue, and a small number of monks rushed to say: "I can make alchemy, and I can make third-grade elixirs!", "I can make talismans." , choose me!”
The disciples of the Shijue Mansion casually ordered all the alchemists and talisman masters, and then temporarily closed the talisman patterns, allowing the team of monks to file in.
"Fellow Taoist, the milk cinnamon honey you requested is here."
The shop assistant brought five jade pots on a tray and placed them on Jing Yingrong's table. Jing Yingrong looked away, took out a small wooden bucket, and poured all the milk and cinnamon honey in the jade pot into the shop assistant's confused eyes. Keg.
The small bucket contained snow-white liquid, with a layer of goose-yellow crushed flowers floating on the surface, and a mouth-watering sweet fragrance filled the air.
Jing Yingrong placed the barrel in front of Zhui Fengju, who plunged his head into the barrel and drank.
The store clerk was stunned.
At this moment, a man rushed into the store out of breath, hurriedly slapped the table and said: "Quick! Give me a pot of milk and cinnamon honey!"
The store clerk came back to his senses, walked up to the front and said with a confused face: "Master He, the milk and cinnamon honey has just been sold out, would you like to drink something else?"
"Sold out?! When did it become sold out? Who was it sold to?"
The man asked repeatedly, then twitched his nose and sniffed the sweet fragrance in the air, and then said: "Isn't this still smelly? He hasn't left yet, let me see who it is -"
He followed the scent and looked over, and saw the horse chasing the wind pull out its head from the bucket, neighing happily with a white mouth.
"Who did this?! You got a spiritual stone in your head and gave it to your mount to drink this?"
The man jumped on his feet and said, cursing and looking around with his eyes, but when Jing Yingrong turned around to look, he felt as if someone had pinched his throat and was unable to make a sound, and his eyes suddenly widened.
He rushed over with a speed that was inconsistent with his short and fat body, got closer to Jing Yingrong, and looked at Jing Yingrong's entire face back and forth carefully, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.
"Wonderful, wonderful! Actually - ugh!"
Yun Luo slapped him on the face as he got closer and pushed him away.
He struggled on his hands and knees and said urgently: "Girl, no, fellow Taoist! Do you want to be famous? I have an idea and let's talk about it!"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't want to."
"You can earn a lot of spiritual stones!"
"No shortage."
“A rare opportunity to experience this, there is no shop like this in this village!”
"What experience?"
Yun Luo relaxed a little, and the man's fair and fat face had already been pressed with red marks.
"I'm telling you, there is a small role there. I have connections and can recommend you."
Jing Yingrong: "I have no experience."
"It doesn't matter if you have no experience. It's just a few words and someone will guide you. It's very simple! But don't underestimate it. Even for such a small role, there are countless people competing for your head. But if you meet me, then It’s different, I still have this little bit of privacy, hehe.”
The man said carelessly without caring about other customers in the store. Those who knew this person all cast admiring glances at Jing Yingrong.
Jing Yingrong thought for a while and asked, "What do I need to pay?"
"No need for anything, except..." The man rubbed his hands, "Let me be responsible for your styling and makeup."
Jing Yingrong looked at him, thought for a moment, and said, "Are you the makeup artist of Shijue Mansion?"
"Yes, my surname is He and my name is Zongtao. They all call me Master He."
He Zongtao puffed up his chest and said quite proudly.
Jing Yingrong nodded, stood up and put away the keg: "Let's go."
"ah?"
"Don't you want to go inside?" She pointed at the door.
Only then did He Zongtao realize that Jing Yingrong had agreed, and said happily: "Let's go - wait a minute, I haven't bought anything to drink yet."
He turned to the store clerk and asked for another kind of fruit juice that was particularly sweet, put it in a jar and carried it in his hand before leaving.
Just like the previous Shijuefu disciple, He Zongtao turned off the talisman and reopened it after Jing Yingrong and Zhui Fengju entered.
After walking for a while, a large building came into view. These buildings are also temporary structures, but they are much more spacious and regular than those outside, and several of them are even more impressive.
Jing Yingrong saw the monks who had come in before. They were lining up outside the door of a small house. They went in one by one and soon came out from the side door.
On the other side, a group of people formed a large circle, with two monks, a man and a woman, standing in the center. The male monk had an arrow stuck in his shoulder, blood stained half of his body, but he was still talking and laughing with the female monk calmly.
Jing Yingrong looked at the seemingly iconic leaf pattern on the male cultivator's clothes, was stunned for a moment, and said, "Master Chiye?"
