After all, Ye Xiaocheng is in the foundation building stage of physical cultivation. Even if he is injured now and can only jump on one leg, he can still walk much faster than ordinary people.
While he was talking, he had already arrived in front of the Taoist temple.
The Taoist temple in front of him has been abandoned for a long time, with only fragments of walls left. Fortunately, there is a house with a roof. Although it is leaking from everywhere, it can give him a temporary rest.
He tiptoed into the room and found that it was the remnants of a large hall, with a shabby altar at the end that should have been used by Taoist temples to worship gods.
"Great God, my disciple is being framed by traitors and being hunted by others, so I have to protect you. Please protect my disciple. When I get rich in the future, I will build a Taoist temple again and cast a golden body for you."
Ye Xiaocheng prayed devoutly.
What does he need most at this moment? Of course it's good luck.
If a miracle hadn't happened, with his little ability, he would have been unable to escape the joint pursuit of the three factions.
He is now a deer that all three factions want to catch first.
Who will win? Thinking of this, I could only let out a bitter smile.
I was really at the end of my rope, so I came to ask an unknown god for blessing.
If the gods are really spiritual, how can they let their incense be cut off and Taoist temples abandoned?
Alas, I can’t think about it anymore.
Ye Xiaocheng found a corner sheltered from the wind, took out a dust-removing talisman, and swept away all the dirt and dust on the ground. Then he took out a futon and sat down cross-legged.
Perhaps his prayers came true. Not only did no pursuers arrive throughout the night, but there were no ghosts to disturb him, allowing him to spend the night peacefully. By the next morning, his foot injury was healed.
He jumped up and down on the spot and made a few more kicks, but nothing happened.
So he immediately set off on the road. At noon, he had arrived ten miles away from Lingxiaofang City. For a monk, this distance is equivalent to a short distance.
With no one around, Ye Xiaocheng took out a cyan mask and put it on. His appearance immediately changed, and his age doubled, from a teenager to a plain-looking man in his thirties.
At this time, his body exuded the spiritual energy fluctuations of a monk: the third level of Qi training.
These changes are all brought about by that mask.
This mask is a relic of his father, and it was also a personal belonging to his father when he entered the world of cultivation.
There are two magical functions of the mask. One is that it stores thirty-six looks. The user can transform into any look, and can switch between the thirty-six looks at any time.
The second function is that it can arbitrarily simulate the state from the perfection of the golden elixir to the first level of Qi training.
Ye Xiaocheng simulated himself as a monk on the third level of Qi training, mainly because Lingxiaofang City is a place where monks gather and mortals are not allowed to enter. If he wants to enter Lingxiaofang City to avoid trouble, he must first shape himself into a standard monk. .
His true appearance has now been spread throughout the surrounding area. Most of the monks know what the person wanted by the three sects looks like. If he does not change his appearance, he will be trapped in Lingxiaofang City.
Thanks to his father for leaving him such a rare treasure, otherwise he would not be able to enter Lingxiaofang City and would have to avoid being hunted in the wild.
He changed into a very ordinary legal uniform, and hung a more ordinary storage bag on his waist. There was only a first-level low-grade magic weapon, several hundred low-grade spiritual stones, and dozens of first-order low-grade talismans. It fits the personality of a low-level casual cultivator.
There was a long queue in front of Lingxiaofang City. People entering Lingxiaofang City had to undergo inspection, mainly to compare their appearance.
Each of the several guards guarding Fang City held a portrait, compared the appearance of those entering Fang City one by one, and then let them go one by one.
Ye Xiaocheng knew what the person in the portrait looked like without looking at it, but he didn't expect that the three sects were so anxious that they would not even let him go, knowing that he, a mortal, could not enter the city.
That's not OK!
The three factions jointly decided not to give him any chance to fish in troubled waters.
A hundred secrets and a sparseness. The leaders of Lingxiao Sword Sect, Huangquan Demon Sect, and Blood Demon Sect have forgotten one thing. Ye Xiaocheng's parents are both Jindan masters. How could they not leave some good things and various means of self-defense to their son?
Ye Xiaocheng's entry into Fangshi went smoothly.
The two guards first sensed his spiritual energy fluctuations and determined that he was at the third level of Qi training. Then they looked at his appearance. One guard waved his hand impatiently and let him in.
Although everything went smoothly, Ye Xiaocheng was still sweating. If his mask failed and he was recognized, he would have no choice but to kill the guards and flee.
The two guards who were close to him never imagined that they escaped due to their poor abilities.
The two guards were only monks at the sixth level of Qi training. Ye Xiaocheng only needed two punches to kill them.
"stop!"
As Ye Xiaocheng was walking away, he heard two guards behind him calling him.
"What's up?"
Ye Xiaocheng was a little panicked. He had already held two talismans in his hands, ready to strike out and kill the opponent at any time.
"Are you coming to Fangshi temporarily for business, or are you planning to stay in Fangshi for a while?" a guard asked.
"Does this matter? Of course I am planning to stay for a few days." Ye Xiaocheng was a little confused.
"If you stay in Fang City for more than one day, you must register at the Fangzhu Mansion, otherwise you won't even be able to stay in the inn. Don't say we didn't tell you!" Another guard said arrogantly.
"Oh, that's right. I understand. Thank you both."
Ye Xiaocheng's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he felt relieved after hearing this explanation.
I have never heard of such a rule before. It seems that the boss's mansion has received a very strict order.
Normally, monks who enter the market come here to buy things. They come in the morning and leave in the afternoon. If they have something to do, they can stay at the inn for one night and just register under any name.
Comprehensive implementation of the check-in registration system, and the need to go to the village master's office to register, this is equivalent to martial law in the city.
Of course he came here to seek refuge, not to shop. He planned to stay here until the news passed, which meant that he had to pass the registration process.
He still remembered where the boss's mansion was.
In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know. Just ask a random person on the street and you’ll find out.
He came to the boss's mansion based on his memory. The place was already dark and crowded with people who needed to stay overnight to check in.
Ye Xiaocheng was lining up at the back and listening to the people in front talking about it, he realized that something was not going well.
It turns out that the three-party war between the Lingxiao Sword Sect, the Huangquan Demon Sect and the Blood Demon Sect has unlucky not only the mortals, but also the peaceful days of casual cultivators.
Casual cultivators from all over the country have entered Fangshi to seek refuge. Some of them are because their places of residence have been destroyed, and some of them are afraid that the three sects will force them to round up a "wanted criminal".
The city simply cannot accommodate so many people. Not to mention that there are no vacant single-family houses. The inns are also overcrowded and there is not even a room to be found.
"What should we do?" Ye Xiaocheng panicked again.
Fangshi is like no other place where people are not allowed to sleep on the streets. When Fangshi is closed at night, people who have no place to live must go out, otherwise they will be forcibly evicted.
"Hey, so many people came in today. It seems it's impossible to find a place to live." An elderly casual cultivator sighed.
"Old Huang, what kind of dream have you been dreaming about all your life? Are you still looking for a place to live? Don't even think about this kind of thing. Just set up a tent outside Fangshi at night." Another middle-aged casual cultivator said with a bitter smile.
"With so many of us setting up tents outside, it's actually safe, right?" the old casual cultivator comforted himself.
"Security sucks. It was reported that two people were missing last night. Who knows how many were missing?" Another person continued.
Listening to the discussions of these people, Ye Xiaocheng felt a little bad. It seemed that Fangshi was not a safe haven. Should he turn around and leave and find another place to take refuge?
While he was hesitating, someone touched him lightly.
"What's going on?!" Ye Xiaocheng asked deliberately pretending to be vicious.
"Wanting to find a place to live?" The person who struck up a conversation with him was a monk in his twenties who was on the second level of qi training. He looked sneaky.
"Do you have any way to find a place to live?" Ye Xiaocheng asked.
"Of course, one room, ten spirit stones per night." The man said in a low voice.
"Ten spiritual stones in one night, why don't you go grab them!"
Before Ye Xiaocheng could answer, the person in front of him shouted.
Ye Xiaocheng didn't know how many spiritual stones a room in the inn required for one night. If there was a room, he could afford not to mention ten spiritual stones a night, but even twenty.
"If you can't afford it, just say you can't afford it. How come there's so much nonsense!" This man was not someone to be trifled with, so he countered.
"I said I keep seeing you inviting people to stay these days. Which inn still has rooms left?" the old monk asked with hot eyes.
