The Third Prince shook his head, then spread out his four hooves and trotted out of the bamboo forest.

The so-called "jog" of the Third Prince was the kind of "jog" that could cover "five hundred miles" in the time it takes to burn an incense stick. So after only a dozen breaths, the Third Prince had already appeared at the edge of a field not far from the village carrying Fang Jian.

Fang Jian dismounted, walked up to the Third Prince, patted his majestic face, and said, "You're running too fast. This is the mortal world. If you kill a mortal, I won't take the blame for you."

At this point, Fang Jian suddenly remembered that he was the God of Justice, so he added, "If you kill a mortal, I will send you to Lei Ze and imprison you for a thousand years."

'Sigh Lulu'

Hearing Fang Jian's ruthless words, the Third Prince immediately became very dissatisfied. He roared at Fang Jian, then turned his head away and sulked.

"Hahaha!" Fang Jian saw its aggrieved look and immediately patted its head and said, "Then why don't you just not hit anyone to death? I'm the God of Justice after all. You can't let me break the law knowingly, can you?"

"Puff puff" The Third Prince snorted twice, still ignoring Fang Jian.

Fang Jian had no choice but to take out a magic pill from his sleeve and said to the Third Prince, "This is a healing magic pill made by the Tiangong Academy. How about giving it to you as candy?"

The Third Prince smelled the medicinal fragrance of the elixir and immediately turned around and swallowed the elixir in one gulp. As the elixir entered his mouth, the Third Prince's eyes immediately narrowed comfortably, and then he rubbed his head against Fang Jian's chest.

After coaxing the Third Prince, Fang Jian took him by the hand and walked along the gravel towards the village entrance.

There was a big willow tree at the entrance of the village. Fang Jian only took a quick glance and judged that the tree was more than three hundred years old.

At this time, the willow tree hung down thousands of green willow branches, providing shade for the people in the village. Just at this moment, the men and women, old and young in the village were sitting under the willow tree to enjoy the cool air.

"This is merit." Fang Jian sighed as he looked at the willow tree. "If I had another three hundred years of its protection, I would have received divine grace, gained spiritual wisdom, and achieved enlightenment."

Fang Jian sighed as he reached the village entrance. The villagers who were enjoying the cool air under the willow trees all cast their eyes on Fang Jian.

"Where did this noble young man come from?" A clear child's voice sounded. Fang Jian looked up and saw a dozen children sitting on some branches of the big willow tree close to the ground.

The person who was talking to Fang Jian was a boy of eight or nine years old, with a pigtail hairstyle, cloth clothes, and a fair and lovely face.

As soon as the boy finished speaking, a little girl on another willow branch said, "Why are you coming here instead of enjoying the cool breeze in the bamboo forest ahead?"

At this moment, an elderly man in his seventies stood up from among the villagers beneath the willow tree. He leaned on a cane and approached Fang Jian, bowing and saying, "I am the village chief of Daliu Village. May I know your name and what brings you here?"

Fang Jian quickly reached out to support the old man and said, "My name is Fang Jian. I'm a traveling scholar. I'm passing by Baozhuang today and it's getting late, so I'd like to stay overnight."

Muramasa was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the sun in the sky with a puzzled look on his face, and then asked the villagers behind him uncertainly, "What time is it now?"

A woman in her thirties said, "It was just after noon."

"..." Muramasa turned around and said to Fang Jian, "Sir, it should still be early."

"..." Fang Jian said: "But it will be too late sooner or later."

Muramasa finally felt a hint of doubt in his heart and said, "Isn't the young master in a hurry?"

Fang Jian smiled and said, "Old Master, you have a keen eye. Actually, I would like to stay at the manor for a few days. Is that possible?"

Muramasa asked, "Sir, do you have a household registration in the Tang Dynasty? Do you have a travel permit issued by the government?"

Fang Jian asked, "Excuse me, sir, what kind of travel permit is this? I seldom travel far, so I wonder if it's among the documents I carry with me."

Muramasa looked at Fang Jian's young face and thought to himself that he must be a young man from a wealthy family, spoiled and rarely going out, otherwise it would be impossible for him not to even recognize the pass.

So Muramasa waved to the willow branch behind him, and the little boy who spoke to Fang Jian first jumped off the willow branch nimbly and ran behind Muramasa. "Grandpa," the little boy shouted.

Muramasa said to the little boy, "Go back and ask your father to find Grandpa's pass and give it to you. Then bring it back to me."

"Okay." The little boy responded and ran all the way into the village.

Not long after, the little boy ran back and handed a document to Muramasa.

Muramasa glanced at the document and handed it to Fang Jian, saying, "Sir, please take a look."

Fang Jian took the document and took a look at it. He saw that it contained the old man's name, native place, age of birth and other detailed information, and was also stamped with the official seal of Yanzhou Prefecture.

Fang Jian handed back the document and said with a smile, "Oh, this is the pass. I have it."

After saying this, Fang Jian reached into his left sleeve with his right hand and took out a document. "Father, take a look."

Muramasa took the document and looked at it. It was indeed a pass, and the official seal was exactly the same, without any difference.

Muramasa no longer had any doubts. After handing over the route, he smiled at Fang Jian and said, "Since you want to stay here, how can I refuse? However, there are no good inns in this small village, only mud houses and tile houses. I wonder if you are accustomed to living there?"

Fang Jian said, "I don't want to disturb the neighbors, but may I ask if there is a land temple in the village?"

Muramasa was startled when he heard this and said, "There is a land temple, but it's too small to be inhabited."

Fang Jian waved his hand and said, "That's all right, old man. Just allow me to stay in the village for a few days. I will set up a tent and a hut outside the land temple to keep the land god company."

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