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Walking out of the Chenghuang Mansion in Qingshan County, Wu Ming sighed that the world is impermanent, and what is the truth in life.

At the beginning, Wu Ming did everything possible to get rid of Hu Jiumei so that he could complete the task and get rewarded.

But now, he has become a Jiupin Yin official under Song Tao, but he is in a group with Hu Jiumei, and his life is really dramatic.

"Congratulations to the adults, congratulations to the little ones!" Seeing Wu Ming come out, the four little ghosts carrying the sedan chair smiled happily one by one.

At this time, Wu Ming was wearing a nine-grade green official uniform, and he was wearing a waist card with the word "inspection" on his waist, and he really looked like a yin official.

However, Wu Ming was a monk halfway through the end and did not go through formal training in the prefecture.

He only knew that he was a Jiupin Inspector, but what he should do, what rights and obligations he had, it was not clear at all.

"Do you four know what the duties of this Nine Rank Inspector are?" Wu Ming played with the waist card in his hand and asked the four little ghosts.

Hearing Wu Ming's question, a little ghost carrying a sedan chair explained with a smile: "My lord, the authority of this inspector is in the yang world, and he is responsible for inspecting the peace of the place. If you encounter ghosts and monsters, you can manage it, and if you can't manage it, you can report it, which is actually quite idle. ”

In the imp's explanation, the duties of this patrol envoy are similar to those of the patrol in later generations.

If you meet a dedicated person, you can be tired and half dead in this position, which is all endless little things.

On the other hand, this position is also the most idle, if you don't want to care about anything, you should not see what you see, and so-so will pass.

"This little sesame official is really shabby. I don't know, if there is a chance to be promoted and raised, if you become a city god or something, then it's a bit interesting! While thinking so, Wu Ming got on the sedan chair and returned to the yang world.

At this time, it was half past five in the morning, and the light had already tore through the night.

The dawn of the morning sun shone on the bodies of the four imps, and several of them only had disgust on their faces, but they did not have any special reflections.

Seeing that a few ghosts were not even afraid of the sun, Wu Ming was somewhat surprised and asked, "You ghosts, why aren't you afraid of the sun?" ”

"My lord, you really know how to laugh, we are serious ghosts, if you are still afraid of the sun, then the yang world is not chaotic." While explaining, the four little ghosts carried a sedan chair down from the sky and landed in the courtyard without a door.

Stabilizing the sedan chair, Wu Ming walked out of it.

Then, the four little ghosts bowed their hands together, and under Wu Ming's gaze, they carried the sedan chair and disappeared in place, returning to the underworld to resume their lives.

"Don't think about this mission, next, should I go directly to find the immortal Dao, or will I be in the middle of the door and wait for Yan Chixia to come back before leaving?" Wu Ming pondered for a while, and felt that Yan Chixia's whereabouts were uncertain, and it was not interesting to wait.

Instead of waiting for Yan Chixia to come back and leave, it is better to find your own immortal fate and come back to see it after it is completed.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming began to pack his things, planning to come once, and said that he would go.

As for the destination of the journey, Wu Ming had already thought about it.

Among them, the Qing Palace on Qingcheng Mountain, where there is the inheritance of Taishang Laojun, is a must-see.

If it goes well, in addition to Shangqing Palace, Laoshan Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Yuhua Mountain and other places, Wu Ming also wants to go around.

After packing up his things, Wu Ming took one last look at the courtyard and left without saying a word.

Not a word was left, and not a letter was left.

Just like everyone's gathering, Wu Minglai was breezy and walked neatly.

Out of the house, Wu Ming thought about it, but still didn't use magic to hurry.

After all, in the story of Xiandao, the most talked about place is sincerity and fate.

In the story of the flood famine, Sanqing and Hongjun had a fate, and as a result, the three of them were accepted by Hongjun as their own disciples.

The fate of the two saints in the West is not enough, but they have perseverance and sincerity, and they are reluctant to become the registered disciples of Daozu.

Qingcheng Mountain is more than 2,000 miles away from Jiuxiang Town, and if Wu Ming uses the flying spell, he can arrive in a day at most, which can be said to be easy and pleasant.

But in this way, it does not reflect his sincerity, but is suspected of cheating.

"The inheritance of the Shangqing Palace can make Zhou Sheng become an immortal in ten years, if there is no master here, I won't believe it if I am killed. And I practice magic, which is incompatible with Taoist magic, if I don't think about it carefully, I'm afraid I won't even be able to enter the other party's door! Well, since this is the case, I will walk these two thousand miles to see the customs and customs along the way, and also let the masters in the Shangqing Palace see my heart towards the Tao. ”

Wu Ming made a decision in his heart, he not only had to walk these two thousand miles, but also walked steadily like an ordinary person.

If possible, he didn't plan to use magic along the way, so as not to be suspected of cheating.

In this way, even if he arrived at Qingcheng Mountain, he was still rejected by the Shangqing Palace, and Wu Ming had nothing to regret, at least he had worked hard.

Jiuxiang Town...

"Brothers, we are optimistic about the goods, we will not enter the town until we enter Liuzhou!"

As soon as they entered the town, a caravan approached and there was a burst of shouting.

As soon as Wu Ming heard what the other party meant, he found that the direction of Liuzhou that the caravan was going to was exactly the same road as him.

"It's really a coincidence, I have to pass through Liuzhou to go to Qingcheng Mountain, and I can follow them." Wu Ming looked at this caravan with a smile on his face.

In these years, the world is not peaceful, and the merchants who dare to trade across continents are all powerful existences.

Not to mention anything else, the caravan in front of him is composed of dozens of carts. In addition to the coachman and the men who escorted the car, there were dozens of thugs who carried waist knives and escorted the caravan forward.

At a glance, the entire caravan has to say two or three hundred people, unless there is a big change, otherwise ordinary mountain bandits and rogues will have to walk around when they see such a caravan.

The caravan walked in front, and Wu Ming was more than ten meters apart, and he slowly followed behind.

The people who followed the caravan were not only Wu Ming.

In addition to Wu Ming, there are also two grandchildren who went to Liuzhou to join their relatives, plus a merchant who carries the burden, all of whom seem to be on the way.

"Brother, what is your surname? Also to Liuzhou? Wu Ming and his grandson were close to each other, chatting halfway to relieve boredom.

"Your surname is Liu, my son is in Liuzhou City, and he works as a big shopkeeper for a restaurant. No, I wrote a letter some time ago, asking me to bring my grandson over to enjoy the blessings! "Liu Laohan is fifty or sixty years old, his face is full of red, and he is very talkative.

Walking out of the road of seven or eight miles, although Wu Ming did not ask in detail, he almost knew about Liu Laohan's family situation.

On the other side, the merchant who carried the burden was a man who didn't like words.

Along the way, the merchant kept his head down and hurried, only occasionally looking at the caravan in front of him, showing a bit of yearning.

"Grandpa, there's a cart over there!" Just as he was chatting, Liu Laohan's grandson Xiaobao suddenly pointed to the fork in the road ahead.

Wu Ming and Liu Laohan raised their eyes and found that a strong man was coming with a cart at the fork in the road.

What is strange is that the clothes on this strong man's body are a little conspicuous, and they are actually wearing a pure white filial piety dress. I don't know what the strong man is wearing this outfit and can push it to.