Three days later, the two arrived at the boundary of Youzhou.
Youzhou has been a stronghold of military strategists since ancient times. The city is very large and the city walls are high. There are more than 100,000 residents in the city. There are many shops and pedestrians passing by each other, making it very lively.
The two of them stopped at an inn in the city and inquired about the route.
Eighty miles north of Youzhou is where Huguo Temple is located, and sixty miles west is Qilin Town.
At this time, the news that the tiger-skinned cicada was about to be born was already known to the world, and a large number of people from the world gathered in the city, of which 50% were Taoist priests and 50% were green forest warriors.
Because he was walking in a hurry, there were still more than ten days before June, so Nanfeng brought up the old matter again, "You have to think about it, Pudu Cihang is more powerful than the Prajna magic skill. If you want to learn it, let's go to Huguo Temple." Turn around.”
"Don't learn, don't learn." The fat man shook his head repeatedly.
"You really don't want to learn?" Nanfeng confirmed.
"Who doesn't want to learn powerful kung fu, but we always steal, fearing that the Buddha will remember it as a crime." The fat man said with a grin.
Nanfeng did not force the fat man, "Let's eat. After dinner, go to Qilin Town."
The two had lunch in Youzhou City and set off in the afternoon, heading west to Qilin Town.
Not far westbound, many officers and soldiers appeared on the road ahead. The officers and soldiers set up roadblocks to block the westbound route and conducted strict checks on the passers-by.
"Where to go?" the officer and soldier asked. The same words may have been said many times, and the voice of the soldier shouting was full of fatigue.
"Qilin Town." Nanfeng said.
"It's forbidden to go back." The officers and soldiers waved their hands to drive them away.
On the way here, Nanfeng had heard the news, and Yan Feixue, the real protector of the Eastern Wei Dynasty, also intervened in the tiger-skinned cicada. These officers and soldiers set up a blockade to block the road. They must have been sent by her, but these officers and soldiers could not stop the powerful characters. , I can only stop some people to watch the fun.
"We live in Qilin Town." Nanfeng said.
"Your tone of voice is clearly not your own..."
"I am a Taoist from Yuantian Palace, and I have just returned from traveling." Nanfeng said with full confidence. The more he lied, the more confident he had to be, and the less likely his eyes were to wander.
At this time, the Taoist's status was very high. The soldier was too lazy to investigate further and did not want to offend anyone, so he waved his hand and let them pass.
Another soldier asked from the side, "Monk, where are you going?"
The soldier who had asked the question earlier said to the man, "Forget it, let them in. What can two and a half-year-old children do?"
The two passed smoothly and continued westward.
While walking, Nan Feng looked around from time to time. Although the officers and soldiers blocked the road, they could not seal off the mountains and fields on both sides. As we walked westward, we could see various scents rushing past from the mountains and fields on both sides of the road. Most of them were red and blue, and purple. Only one was seen.
After walking a few dozen miles, a burly man caught up from behind and stopped the two of them while shouting.
"Did you bring water?" the big man asked loudly.
Nanfeng didn't answer, and the fat man shook his head.
"Damn, you're mute." Seeing that there was no timidity in Nanfeng's eyes, the big man felt that he had lost his authority and raised his hand to slap Nanfeng.
When this man made his move, spiritual energy was poured into his palm. Nanfeng staggered and almost fell.
"How do you hit someone?" The fat man came up and argued.
"Why are I beating you? Mother, take out the food." The big man raised his right palm and knocked the fat man to the ground.
Nanfeng could see this man's complexion. He had blue aura, three levels higher than him. He was absolutely invincible. He could only fight with him to avoid making him angry and killing the two of them.
Nanfeng took out the dry food from the fat man's bag, and the big man snatched away the small coins that the fat man had put in the bag. The fat man didn't give up the money and chased after him to beg for it, but he kicked him down.
The force of this kick was so strong that the fat man's face turned pale and he had not been able to regain his breath for a long time.
In the early years, when Nanfeng went to Taiqing Sect alone, he encountered similar things many times. He did not expect to encounter such a thing again. Although he was resentful, he was helpless.
"This man has a scar at the corner of his eye. If he practices kung fu well in the future, he will definitely seek revenge on him." The fat man covered his lower abdomen with Nanfeng's arm and walked away.
Nanfeng didn't answer. Walking in the world depends on cultivation. King's law can't control the people in the world, and some people won't reason with you. Whoever is powerful is the uncle, and whoever is weak is the grandson. Being bullied is relatively easy. Yes, even life and death depend on other people's thoughts.
It is precisely because of the dangers of the world that he will do whatever it takes to help the fat man find special skills in order to live in peace. Everyone knows that stealing is wrong, but what if he doesn't steal
The fat man had not been able to travel as long as Nanfeng. He was bullied and was very angry. He kept cursing the person who robbed him.
Nanfeng has encountered similar things more than Fatty. He is not cultivated enough, and being beaten and insulted is a common occurrence. When he is bullied, he does not even dare to fight back. Those gangsters are so cruel that they will kill and chop at every whim.
Traveling in the world relies on martial arts cultivation, and mind is secondary. Even if you are smart, you will live in a mess. If you don't have the skills, you can only steal. I can't beat others, and I don't dare to fight back even if I get beaten.
"Do you still have money on you?" the fat man asked.
"Yes, don't worry." Nanfeng replied.
It was already midnight when we arrived at Qilin Town. What Nanfeng didn't expect was that there weren't many people in the world in Qilin Town, and most of the rooms in the only inn were empty.
After thinking about it carefully, Nanfeng understood the reason. Qilin Town was now a whirlpool of storms. If he appeared from here, his whereabouts would be exposed. Most of the people in the world who coveted the tiger-skinned cicada were hiding in the dark.
It was not suitable to move at night at this time. After settling in, Nanfeng did not go out, but lay down and rested. In the middle of the night, the fat man suffered from unbearable stomach pain. He had to get up and go out to call a doctor.
After sending the doctor away, he borrowed a pot and started boiling medicine. The herbs all had a smell. The other guests in the inn were also people from the world, and they were disgusted by the smell, so they scolded loudly. Nanfeng could only move the medicine pot to the street and cook it.
After the medicine was boiled and it was dawn, the fat man stayed in the inn to rest. Nanfeng found out where Yuantian Palace was and went there alone.
Yuantian Palace is located at the foot of Qilin Mountain, more than 20 miles away from the back mountain. Yuantian Palace was built two hundred years ago, and its scale is naturally inferior to the Ancestral Court of the Three Qing Dynasties. Yuantian Palace is only a two-entry courtyard, and the main hall is located in the front yard. , the backyard is where Taoists live. When the south wind came, a group of Taoists were gathering in the main hall to perform morning classes.
He had inquired about the situation of Yuantian Palace before. According to the Taoist priest who was walking around, there were more than a hundred Taoists in Yuantian Palace. But at this time, there were only some old, weak, sick and disabled people gathered in the hall. There were not many people, only two or three. ten.
After the morning class, the Taoist priests started to eat. Before eating, six or seven Taoist priests carried rice buckets from the canteen to the north to the back mountain.
Seeing this situation, Nanfeng knew what was going on. Most of the Taoists from Yuantian Palace went to the back mountain and began to closely guard the tiger-skinned cicada's hiding place.
The most important thing at the moment is to determine whether Yuantian Palace has more people to confer urn this year. To find out this, we must contact the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple.
After the sun rose, Nanfeng entered Yuantian Palace from the main entrance. Zhike Taoist was a dim-sighted old Taoist who took Nanfeng on a tour. Pilgrims were not allowed to go to the backyard, so they only walked around the front yard.
Unlike Fatty, who is tall and tall, Nanfeng is not tall. Seeing that he is young, the old Taoist is not very wary of him. There may be few outsiders here. After offering incense, the old Taoist drinks water and talks with him in the concierge.
The old Taoist talked mostly about the history of Yuantian Palace and Taoist allusions. Nanfeng did not dare to directly ask about the situation of the Taoists in the temple. He could only make insinuations and go round and round to induce him to take the initiative to talk.
The biggest function of the teaching is the practice. To bring the topic to the teaching, you must show your curiosity about the gods and ghosts, and this is what the world likes to listen and ask the most. The old Taoist didn't worry too much, and soon He talked about the conferment, but he did not elaborate on the details of the conferment.
Nanfeng wanted to ask who had the most powerful magic in the Taoist temple, but it was unusual at this time. If he asked this question, the other party would probably think that he was here to inquire about the situation.
Just when Nanfeng was secretly worried, a few more pilgrims came outside, and the old Taoist went out to greet them.
As soon as the old Taoist left, a little Taoist boy came in, carrying a kettle, and came to deliver water.
Nan Feng did not turn around, pretending to be still enjoying the conversation with the old Taoist, and asked directly, "Little Taoist, is there anyone in your palace who will consecrate the urn this year?"
"Yes, Master said, he will report to me next month..."