Win to King Kong, live forever in King Kong, and vigorously King Kong.

At the foot of the mountain, where Li Hongru didn't know what the name was, Li Hongru entangled these three monks.

It was originally very good, I knew which direction was east, but I was swept away by the scorpion spirit for a while, and Li Hongru couldn't figure out the direction at this time.

"We can't fly with you!"

"Then you're better than a youkai."

"Oh, don't look at me for my great appearance, but we don't have a physical body, we can't afford to carry people, you come and poke me, there is a difference between our body and our physical body."

"We'll only cast spells, the kind that slaps the dead."

"At least one magic weapon is needed to tie people up, so that we can drag mortals to fly for a long time."

"This place is called Abi Country, it is our Buddha country, everyone is kind, the country is peaceful, you can go to Abi Country for help."

"I don't speak the language of the country."

"The country of Abi is sandwiched between the Khanate and the Tang Kingdom, they can speak some Sanskrit, and they can also speak the Chinese and Tang languages, so there is no need to worry about the language."

"Datang should go over there, that is the home of Taoism, and it was easy for us to get into trouble in the past."

"I'm afraid that the scorpion spirit has gone to the Tang Kingdom!"

"Then you can't chase it."

There is Li Hongru's muttering for help, and there are also headaches for the three monks.

After getting rid of Li Hongru's trouble and showing Li Hongru the way, the three monks nodded slightly, and their bodies immediately turned into golden light and fled.

"Genshin casting spells is really amazing!"

Watching the three monks turn into a ray of light and fly, Li Hongru understood in his heart why some great cultivators chose to give up their physical bodies.

This is the body imprisoning strength.

If the primordial god can survive alone and exert greater power, it is not surprising that he will give up his body.

As for not being able to fly with mortals, this is not a disadvantage.

In this kind of social circle of great cultivators, there is already very little probability of meeting mortal friends.

Seeing that the scorpion essence and the monk were all gone, Li Hongru breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked up for a moment before pulling out the paper donkey.

When he could blow his breath, he suddenly rode on the little donkey and swayed down the mountain.

It seems that because he used the spell-casting altar in the battle in Baidao City, Li Hongru noticed that his strength had increased to a certain extent.

The little donkey called for nearly an hour, and then with a pop, it turned back into a piece of paper.

Looking at the city visible in the distance, Li Hongru did not want to use the paper man paper donkey technique anymore.

Killing Li Hongru didn't expect that he would be thrown abroad by the woman in the Khanate Legion who unleashed the Ice Storm spell.

At the beginning, he dared to rely on the spell casting altar to come and not be rude, Li Hongru felt that it was really fateful that he did not die.

He trotted for a while, and was already at the gate.

"Welcome guests from afar!"

The two guards at the city gate greeted enthusiastically, which made Li Hongru believe that everyone in the country of Abi was doing good.

At the normal city gate of Datang, the guards will also carefully inspect them, and they will do important investigations for strangers and visitors from afar.

Not to mention that in a military center like Bingzhou City, it is almost a body search, except for a few people who hold orders.

But the guards of the country are too enthusiastic.

At a glance, he saw that Li Hongru was a Tang person, and he also communicated in half-baked Tang Chinese.

Li Hongru entered the city without the slightest hindrance.

The streets are peaceful, with many people busy with some things from time to time, and there are low-level communicators.

Li Hongru touched the Bigu Pill in his pocket, and then touched the broken silver and copper coins.

He looked closely, and the money they summoned was also silver taels, but the copper coins were markedly different.

Broken silver can also be popular abroad.

This made Li Hongru relieved.

"How do you sell this cake?"

Walking to a stall selling cakes, Li Hongru didn't care whether the other party understood Tang Dynasty or not, so he asked casually.

"One"

The old man who sold the bread held up a finger.

The other party's language skills are really limited.

Li Hongru took out a small piece of broken silver, and then saw the old man hand over all the hundreds of cakes on the stall.

After receiving Li Hongru's broken silver, the old man seemed to feel a little too much, and he was working hard there to scald the cakes, and hurriedly handed them over after each one.

"I can't eat so much, forget it, you continue."

Li Hongru also continued to burn the cakes by the old man who sold cakes, and the way back to Bingzhou was far away, and it obviously didn't hurt to store some dry food.

The atmosphere of the city is quite relaxed, and Li Hongru also found a spare stool to eat dry cakes here.

The old man handed over some clear spring water, and Li Hongru suddenly felt comfortable in life.

The stomach is full of fullness.

The cake is made of a certain type of grain, and with some vegetables, the taste is much better than the steamed cake of the Bingzhou Military Region.

Li Hongru also ran "Iron Bull Strength" to refine his blood a little.

The old man's number of hot cakes is a bit large, weighing more than a dozen catties.

When the fabric was empty, he broke the silver there again, thinking about returning the overcollected silver taels to Li Hongru.

"No need to break it, I'll give you the rest!"

This is the smallest denomination in the armbag, and if you want to divide it into smaller ones, you have to bite it with your teeth.

Li Hongru didn't mind, he wrapped it in oiled paper, tied it with a rope and tied it to the cake, and then got up.

"To pay it back, to pay it back!"

"It's okay if you take it!"

When the old man was entangled with Li Hongru, he only heard a Sanskrit musical instrument playing in the distance, and the sound of chanting came, and the noise on the street was suddenly silent, and everyone bowed their heads with their hands folded.

The old man's face suddenly showed a hint of liver pain, but then his face calmed down again.

A little farther away, a carriage drove slowly.

The four monks kept playing their instruments and chanting sutras.

As they pass through the streets, many people put money into the wagons from time to time.

When he arrived at the old man's stall, Li Hongru suddenly saw that the old man had put the piece of broken silver he had just received into it.

"Myovida Vishnu will protect you!"

Perhaps because the old man gave more money, the monk turned back slightly and splashed the water in the ritual vessel.

"Don't mess around!"

Li Hongru muttered.

How did he know that the other party would splash a scoop of water, and now he is wet.

Although the Abi country did not have the goose feather snow of the Tang Dynasty and the Khanate, it was also a light snow, and the climate was quite cold.

was splashed with a scoop of water by the monk, and Li Hongru only felt that he was cold.

"Myovi Devishnu bless you."

The monk frowned and said, and then he walked one step at a time to the front.

In the rear, where the carriage passed, everything began to return to normal.

After the old man's face was pious, his face trembled for a while, obviously extremely sad about his money.

Seeing that Li Hongru was puzzled, he gestured and pondered for a while before he reluctantly described it.

"This is the venerated monk's tax, which is paid once in the morning and once in the afternoon."

"And this tax!"

Li Hongru was surprised.

The old man took over a small business from him, but in the blink of an eye he gained nothing, and he went out with respect.

There seems to be a rule for this kind of tax that is empty of water.

In the distance, Li Hongru had already seen that the monks had begun to use magic tools to draw people.

After seeing this comparison, the old man's heart was more comfortable.

"A small stall like mine, no matter how much you buy and sell every day, can only leave ten coppers in the end, and if you keep too much, you will have to whip it hard."

As soon as the old man explained this, Li Hongru immediately understood.

No wonder there was no one shouting on the street, and everyone was peaceful.

This is a specified income standard, and no matter how diligent you are, you can't get rich.

After the old man said a few more words, this kind of monk tax covers all walks of life, but the time of tax collection is different, Li Hongru suddenly took a breath of cold air.

If the monk tax is paid in this way, it is difficult for anyone to realize the possibility of crossing the class.

When freedom and progress are stifled, everyone lives without pursuit.

As a hawker all your life, it is difficult to open a shop.

Guarding the gates of the city has been guarding the gates all their lives.

And the monarch and ministers are also passed down from generation to generation, and it is difficult to change.

"Although we have had a hard time in this life, we have received the blessing of Myovi Vishnu, and we will be reborn in a rich family in the next life and enjoy a lifetime of wealth and glory."

After the old man complained lowly, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

The class of the country is so constant, and under the peace on the surface, Li Hongru only feels that life at the bottom will be very difficult, and he has no ability to resist risks at all.

The pure Buddha kingdom is really very harmful, and fortunately Datang is not like this.

If you know the truth, for many people, it is not beautiful, but hell.