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Youzhou has been an important place for soldiers since ancient times, the city is very large, the city wall is also high, there are more than 100,000 residents in the city, there are many shops, pedestrians rub shoulders, and it is very lively.

The two of them settled down from the inn in the city, and inquired about the path by the way.

Eighty miles north of Youzhou is where Huguo Temple is located, and sixty miles to the west is Qilin Town.

At this time, the news that the tiger skin cicada is about to be born has been known to the world, and a large number of people in the rivers and lakes have gathered in the city, of which Taoist priests account for fifty percent, and green ** people account for fifty percent.

Due to the hurry, there were still more than ten days before June at this time, and Nanfeng brought up the old things again, "You can think about it, Pudu Cihang is more powerful than that kind of miraculous skill, if you want to learn, let's go to Huguo Temple to go around." ”

"Don't learn, don't learn. The fat man shook his head repeatedly.

"Don't you really want to learn?" confirmed Nanfeng.

"I don't want to learn great kung fu, but we always steal, I'm afraid that the Buddha will take a blame. The fat man grinned.

Nanfeng didn't force the fat man, "Let's eat, go to Qilin Town after eating." ”

The two had lunch in Youzhou City, and then set off in the afternoon and headed west to Qilin Town.

Not far from the west, many officers and soldiers appeared on the road ahead, and the officers and men set up roadblocks to block the westbound road and conduct a close inventory of passers-by.

"Where?" asked the officer, who had said the same thing many times, and the voice of the soldier who shouted was tired.

"Kirin Town. Nanfeng said.

"Forbidden, go back. The officers and soldiers waved their hands and drove away.

On the way to come, the south wind once heard the wind, and Yan Feixue, the real person who protected the country in the Eastern Wei Dynasty, also intervened in the tiger skin cicada, these officers and soldiers set up cards here to block the road, presumably sent by her, but these officers and soldiers could not stop the powerful characters, so they could only stop some people who watched the excitement.

"We live in Kirin Town. Nanfeng said.

"Your tone is clearly not your ......"

"I'm a Taoist from Yuantian Palace, and I've just returned from my travels. "Nanfeng said with full confidence, the more he lies, the more confidence must be sufficient, and the more his eyes can't be wandering.

At this time, the status of the Taoist was very high, and the soldier was too lazy to investigate and did not want to offend people, so he waved his hand and let them pass.

Another soldier asked, "Where are you going, monk?"

The soldier who had questioned him earlier said to the man, "Forget it, let them in, two and a half children, what can they do?"

The two passed smoothly and continued westward.

When walking, the south wind looked left and right from time to time, although the officers and soldiers blocked the road, but could not block the mountains and fields on both sides, when traveling west, from time to time you could see all kinds of breath galloping through the mountains and fields on both sides of the road, the complexion was red and blue, and the purple gas was only one.

After walking dozens of miles, a big man caught up from behind and stopped the two of them with shouts.

"Have you brought water?" asked the big man in a loud voice.

Nanfeng didn't answer, and the fat man shook his head.

"Fuck, dumb. Seeing that there was no cowardice in Nanfeng's eyes, Dahan felt that he had fallen into majesty, and raised his hand to give Nanfeng a slap.

When this man made his hand, his palm was filled with aura, and the south wind staggered and almost fell.

"How do you hit someone?" the fat man came up to theorize.

"What are you going to do? Damn, take out the food. The big man raised his right palm and knocked the fat man to the ground.

Nanfeng can see this person's temperament, this person is a blue aura, three orders higher than him, he can't beat him, he can only eat with him, so as not to anger him and kill the two of them.

Nanfeng took out dry food from the fat man's baggage, and the big man snatched the fat man's bits and pieces of silver in the baggage.

This kick was very strong, and the fat man's face was pale, and he had not been angry for a long time.

In the early years, when Nanfeng went to Taiqing Sect alone, he encountered similar things many times, but he didn't expect to encounter such things at this time, although he was resentful in his heart, he was helpless.

"This man has a scar in the corner of his eye, and if he practices kung fu in the future, he will definitely seek revenge on him. The fat man covered his lower abdomen with his hands and walked by the south wind.

Nanfeng didn't answer, walking the rivers and lakes relied on cultivation, Wang Fa couldn't control the people in the rivers and lakes, and some people wouldn't reason with you, whoever is powerful is the uncle, whoever is weak is the grandson, and the bullying is quite light, and even life and death are between the thoughts of others.

It is precisely because of the sinister rivers and lakes that he will unscrupulously help the fat man seek stunts in order to settle down, everyone knows that stealing things is wrong, but what if you don't steal?

The fat man did not walk as long as the south wind, and he was bullied, and he was angry, and he kept cursing the robber.

Similar things Nanfeng has encountered more than fat people, and his cultivation is not enough, it is common to be beaten and angry, and he is bullied, and he doesn't even dare to fight back.

Walking the rivers and lakes, relying on martial arts cultivation, the mind is still secondary, even if the mind is smart, the life is very embarrassing, there is no kung fu, you can only steal. I can't beat people, and I don't dare to fight back even if I am beaten.

"Do you still have any money on you?" asked the fat man.

"Yes, don't worry. Nanfeng replied.

When I arrived at Qilin Town, it was already the third watch in the middle of the night, and what Nanfeng didn't expect was that there were not too many people in Qilin Town, and most of the rooms in the only inn were empty.

After thinking about it, Nanfeng understood the reason, Qilin Town is now a whirlpool of storms, if it appears from here, its whereabouts will be exposed, and most of the people in the rivers and lakes who covet tiger skin cicadas are hidden in the shadows.

At this time, it is not suitable to move at night, and after staying, Nanfeng did not go out, but lay down to rest. In the second half of the night, the fat man's stomach hurt so much that he could only get up and go out to ask for a doctor.

Sent the doctor away, and borrowed a jar to start boiling medicine, the herbs all smelled, and the other guests in the inn were also from the rivers and lakes, disgusted with the smell, so they scolded loudly, and Nanfeng could only move the medicine jar to the street to boil.

The medicine was boiled, the sky was bright, the fat man stayed in the inn to rest, and Nanfeng inquired about the location of the Yuan Tiangong and went alone.

Yuantian Palace is in the Yanglu of Qilin Mountain, there are more than 20 miles away from the back mountain, Yuantian Palace was built two hundred years ago, the scale is naturally not comparable to the ancestral court of the Sanqing Dynasty, the Yuantian Palace is just a two-entry courtyard, the main hall is located in the front yard, the backyard is where the Taoist people live, when the south wind comes, a main Taoist is gathering in the main hall to conduct morning classes.

Previously, he had inquired about the situation of the Yuantian Palace, according to the Taoist priest who walked the foot, there were more than 100 Taoists in the Yuantian Palace, but at this time, there were only some old, weak, sick and disabled people gathered in the main hall, and the number was not large, only twenty or thirty.

After the morning class, the Taoist people started to gather, and before eating, six or seven Taoist people carried rice buckets from the canteen to the north to the back mountain.

Seeing this situation, Nanfeng knew in his heart that most of the Daoists of Yuantian Palace had gone to the back mountain, and had already begun to guard it closely from the hiding place of the tiger skin cicada.

The most important thing at the moment is to determine whether there is a person in the Yuan Tiangong Palace who has added to the temple this year, and to find out this, it is necessary to contact the Taoists in the Taoist temple.

After the sun rises, the south wind enters the Yuantian Palace from the main gate, and the Zhike Taoist is an old and dizzy old man, who walks with the south wind, and the pilgrims cannot go to the backyard, only in the front yard.

Different from the fat man's tall horse, Nanfeng is not tall, Lao Dao saw that he was young, so he did not guard against him, there may be few outsiders here, and Lao Dao drank water and talked to him from the concierge after incense.

Lao Dao said most of the history of Yuantian Palace and Taoist allusions, and Nanfeng didn't dare to ask the Taoist situation in the temple directly, so he could only knock on the side and lead him to take the initiative to narrate.

The biggest role of the conferral is the practice, to lead the topic to the conferral, you must show curiosity about the gods and ghosts, and this is what the world likes to listen to and ask the most, the old Tao did not have much heart, and soon talked about the conferral, but he did not elaborate on the details of the conferral.

Nanfeng had the heart to ask who had the most powerful spells in the Taoist temple, but it was not normal at this time, and if he asked this question, the other party would probably think that he was here to find out the situation.

Just when Nanfeng was secretly worried, a few pilgrims came outside, and Lao Dao went out to greet them.

As soon as the old man left, a little Taoist boy came in, carrying a kettle, and came to deliver water.

Nanfeng didn't turn around, pretending to talk to Lao Dao, and asked directly, "Xiaodao Chief, has someone in your palace awarded the urn this year?"

"Yes, Master said, report to me next month to confer ......"