Oh, to guide people into the Tao.

It seems that Lu Chunyang's cultivation is just average.

The old pine tree looked at the young Taoist priest and understood what was going on. He calmed down, stroked his beard, and replied calmly:

"Okay, okay. I remember this person and I will find a way to find you later."

"I will help you find this person when the time comes."

He paused and emphasized: "I have lived for five hundred years."

“No falsehood!”

The spirits in the mountains also laughed.

The young man thanked them, and these spirits accompanied him all the way. They stopped only when he passed through the deep woods and could see the city shrouded in mist and rain from afar. Qi Wuhuo was not in a hurry to continue his journey. He waited until the spirits finished eating the pine nuts in his hand before leaving. The spirits in the mountains watched him go away from the top of the mountain, and the young Taoist nodded slightly to thank him.

There is a breath flowing in the body.

He also carried the mountain god seal from Helian Mountain, just as Tao Taigong had said.

The Mountain God Seal cannot mobilize the earth veins to display many magical powers and magic methods, but it can still use the earth veins to display the method of escaping underground. This place is still some distance away from the city. The young Taoist borrowed the power of this earth vein and walked step by step towards the city.

Behind him, a peony fairy with a bloated stomach and several pine nuts stuffed in her mouth finally swallowed the pine nuts. She was very satisfied and touched her stomach. She was too happy just now. Now she realized a very strange question. She looked at the old tree man who had "lived for more than 500 years and had seen a lot" and asked curiously:

"But speaking of which, I haven't asked yet, why can he see and hear us?"

"Isn't it said that even those Taoist priests with innate Qi need to cast a spell to do this?"

The old pine tree paused and was about to say something, perhaps there was a special method, or maybe someone had already performed a ritual, but we didn't see anything in the process; we already saw the young Taoist in a blue Taoist robe turn around and walk into the clouds, and when he took a step out, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It was immersed in the rain and fog and was difficult to see.

ha?!!!

The old pine tree strokes its beard hesitantly.

The words failed to come out.

Seeing in the rain and fog, all the spiritual beings in the mountain turned their heads and looked at him in unison.

The old pine tree held on to its pine bark and said, "What's the big deal? It's okay. I'll ask the mountain god when he comes back."

"He must know who the Pure Yang Master is!"

"You wait."

“Wait!”

"I'm five hundred years old. Five hundred years old!"

"What are those looks like?!"

"But I am..."

…

As Qi Wuhuo walked away, he heard the endless words behind him, such as "five hundred years old" and "knowledgeable", which slowly faded away.

There are mountain scenery on both sides, and the wind blows the mist, which is very cool and pleasant.

As the saying goes, "If you look at the mountain, you will die." The same is true in reverse. It is better to say that when you look out from the mountain, you can see very far. The provincial capital is actually very far away from here. Normally, you need to walk for about a day with dry food. If you enjoy the scenery on the way and are dazzled by it, you may have to spend the night in the mountains.

Qi Wuhuo relied on the underground escape abilities of the mountain gods and earth deities and finally arrived within the time of an incense stick.

I was a little surprised.

According to his original estimate, although he could use his spirit to drive the Mountain God Talisman, his spirit was weak and he could not walk such a long distance. He would definitely need to take a good rest in the middle. Just now, when he was flipping through the jade book, he was already looking at the map and thinking slowly about where to stop and where to rest.

Now it saves a lot of effort.

However, at this moment, there was a long queue in front of the city, and naturally there were armored soldiers checking the [pass]. Because of taxes and corvée labor, the court did not allow ordinary people to leave the place where they were. If they traveled by land, they would pass through the checkpoints, and if they traveled by water, they would cross the water, and there would be armored soldiers checking [the pass]. Those who did not pass the checkpoints would be considered to have broken through the checkpoints and would be arrested and punished. If they wanted to leave, they had to have a legitimate reason to be granted a pass.

Qi Wuhuo raised his eyes and saw the thing in the man's hand in the distance.

Because it was covered, only part of the text was visible.

【Yunshui Township Bali Village Zhengwufang Jiaqili, Ding, male. 】

【Going to Zhongzhou Prefecture to visit relatives and friends for funerals】

[I am afraid that you will be caught by the guards at the checkpoint, so I won’t practice. Please give me a pass.]

[The guarantors are Cen Shu, Wang Ergou, Zhao Shu, Zhang Liu, and Wu Qi. The items they brought are all their own, not stolen by robbers or bandits.]

[My younger brother Zhao Wuliu acts as a guarantor: After my elder brother passed away, all the household labor service and labor service matters above the one I have to guaranty. If the tax and labor service is not due when the deadline comes, I will make up for it.]

The young Taoist pursed his lips and felt that it would be difficult to enter the city.

If you want to pass the [pass], you have to report it to the village head layer by layer, you have to have five people guarantee that you will come back and not escape military service, and you also have to have a close relative guarantee you. If you can't come back after the deadline, when you encounter corvée and taxes, the guarantor will help you fill it. Even so, this [pass] is only valid for thirty days.

If it is expired, you need to renew it in the city where you are located, otherwise you will be caught by the soldiers and be beaten up.

Qi Wuhuo suddenly thought of the Journey to the West in his dream. Every time a monk passed a checkpoint, he would need a "Pass Document". But if you think about it, it would be supplemented in the city every thirty days, and the local officials would need to approve it and stamp it, all of which would be pasted at the end of the document. Every thirty days, a layer would be added, so the pass document would probably be a very thick roll in the end, and he would have to carry it on a shoulder pole.

Ah, the gift that Monk Sha was carrying, turned out to be a pass?

The young Taoist seemed to have thought of something interesting and couldn't help but smile.

Others didn't understand and just watched the handsome Taoist smiling to himself.

He immediately took two steps back and made some finger gestures.

The innate Qi can be circulated as desired, but now his energy cannot leave his body, so he can only use some ordinary methods.

He used a trick written in "Record of Becoming Immortal" and walked carefully in front of the soldier. He looked up and saw a bright Bagua mirror in the middle of the city gate, facing the gate. Perhaps it was aimed at evil practitioners and monsters. He practiced the orthodox Xuanmen and was the most upright. The Bagua mirror could not reflect him, so Qi Wuhuo walked in the city.

"It's a good thing. If we were caught, we would have to do forced labor..."

After entering the city, it was already dark.

A dull drumbeat could be heard in the distance.

This is the evening drum.

The big city was divided into "fang" (fang means "to live in the town" and "cun" (cun ​​means "village") in the countryside.

At three o'clock in the morning the evening drum was struck.

The bell will ring 600 times in total, and the person must return to his or her residence in the ward within 600 times.

The morning bell was rung at three o'clock in the morning.

Anyone who walks during this time period will be flogged forty times, and if he leaves before five o'clock in the morning, he will be flogged thirty times. Naturally, people can walk freely in case of childbirth, illness, or death. Qi Wuhuo has no "pass" now, so he can't stay in an inn. There are soldiers patrolling in this city at night, and it is really troublesome to use concealment and invisibility all the time. He had no choice but to find a dilapidated land temple in a marginal town.

When I pushed open the door, dust fell. This land temple seemed to have been in disrepair for a long time and creaked continuously.

The land temple was in a mess, with a strange smell. From all the looks, Qi Wuhuo saw many ragged beggars inside, with dust on their faces. They raised their heads and looked at the young Taoist priest. Their eyes were dark and dull, without any luster, which was inconsistent with the solemn and solemn atmosphere outside the big city.

They didn't seem to expect that such a neatly dressed Taoist would come here.

Qi Wuhuo said gently: "I am sorry to bother you all. I would like to stay here for one night. Is that ok?"

A beggar suddenly grumbled and said, "Little Taoist priest, if you want to stay, there are three Taoist temples in this city."

"Even if you go to the big monk's temple, they can't drive you out."

"Only the big monk who manages the account books feels uncomfortable."

"But this temple belongs to the God of Land. You can squeeze in with us beggars if you want. I'm just afraid your clothes will get dirty."

Qi Wuhuo thanked him and then sat on the haystack.

The beggars huddled together and fell asleep, but it was a very cold winter day after all. Even though the land temple blocked the strong wind, the temperature was still low. The wind was blowing from all directions, and the beggars huddled together, shivering constantly, enduring such days miserably. The young Taoist sat in front of the statue in the land temple, pinching his fingers together, raising his hand slightly, and reciting mysterious chapters silently.

The flow of one's own spirit blocked the wind.

The room gradually warmed up.

Those roommates who had no idea of ​​their past experiences and their future paths stopped trembling and fell into a rare sleep.

The young Taoist withdrew the spell, his expression gentle, and he just sat on the ground, the moonlight shining coldly on his body. Leaning against the statue, he took out the mountain god's practice scroll and looked at it slowly. It was quite peaceful. When he took the scroll, he touched the wooden box at his waist, and thought of the girl's last words, so he pinched his fingers, performed a breath-holding illusion, and then pointed to the surroundings, drew a circle, and covered himself.

Then he looked at the wooden box.

After opening it, it looked like an ordinary bronze mirror.

There are words flowing on it. I stroke it gently and recite the words silently:

"[Circular Light Manifestation Method]"

The cloud patterns on the mirror surface flowed and turned into words, which Qi Wuhuo could only see with his soul.

Recite silently in your heart.

"Look in the mirror to see your own shape. Open your eyes slightly, point to the light, then gradually close your eyes and think about your own shape. At first, you will see nothing. After a while, it will gradually become clearer and you will see your own face. Thinking about it, your mind will be bright and clear..."

I finished reading the entire article on spell training.

Face this mirror and practice according to the method recorded behind these words.

Qi Wuhuo felt that there seemed to be a faint glow between his eyebrows, as if he could find the girl's trace just like the method recorded in the mirror. There seemed to be some faint flowing lines on the mirror surface, and the light was changing. It was indeed different from the previous gray and foggy appearance.

Then suddenly a picture appeared.

The girl was holding her chin with one hand, leaning very close to the mirror, and seemed to be poking the mirror with her fingers out of boredom.

To Qi Wuhuo, it seemed as if the girl was reaching out her hand and poking him.

Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, her face was as white as jade, but her expression was full of boredom, completely different from her previous cheerful look.

It seemed that his mind was not here, and he did not notice the changes here. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Qi Wuhuo..."

The young Taoist replied gently:

"Yeah, I'm here."

“Huh? Huh?!!”