The scholar chattered for a while, and seeing that Bai Ze had not spoken, he said worriedly:

"Childe, are you okay, if you still have a bad headache, there is a town nearby, we can go to the town to find Lang Zhong and take a look." ”

Bai Ze wiped the oil from his mouth, waved his hand and said:

"It's not in the way, we've been delayed for a long time, and it's the right way to enter Beijing as soon as possible. ”

The scholar's eyes were very pleased, and he sighed that his son-in-law finally remembered that there was such a thing as an exam. He was full of enthusiasm and carried the box on his back and led Bai Ze to the official road.

The weather in this world is relatively warm, and it is only early spring, and the trees on the roadside are pulling out their buds. Bai Ze watched the customs all the way and found that people in this world behaved more unrestrainedly, and the defense of men and women was not particularly serious.

In the evening, the master and servant arrived at an inn.

Although this inn is located near the official road, it is not good because it is surrounded by relatively barren land and there are not many pedestrians and merchants on the road.

The innkeeper is a smiling middle-aged fat man, leading his wife and daughter to run here, and he works part-time as a shopkeeper, and his daughter runs the hall part-time, which also saves a sum of money for employment.

Finally, two guests came to the door, and the boss was very enthusiastic, leading the two to enter the door and serving two large bowls of tea for free. Bai Ze was afraid that he would say too much, so he said that his tongue hurt, and he kept silent.

The scholar naturally took on the important task of communication, he was familiar with the fat boss to talk, booked a room and a table of meals, and revealed Bai Ze's identity as a scholar who entered Beijing to take the exam, because he saw a horse ring behind the inn, and asked the boss if he had a rented carriage and horse.

The boss smiled bitterly, although he is a stronghold of the carriage and horse dealer here, but a carriage was rented by a Taoist priest yesterday, and he doesn't know how many days he will return.

However, the social status of the scholar is still very high, and the fat boss thought about it for a while, and told the two that they continued to walk more than 30 miles along the official road, and there was a mansion compound, where the rich man Zhang had thousands of hectares of fertile land, and he was a very famous local gentry.

Although the rich man himself was uneducated, he admired the sages very much, liked to associate with the literate literati and scholars, and also provided a lot of financial support to the down-and-out scholars around him. If Bai Ze and the others had a skill in poetry, calligraphy and painting, it would not be difficult to get his help.

Seeing Bai Ze and the two eating and drinking at the table, the middle-aged fat boss came up to talk with a plate of side dishes. It turned out that he heard that Bai Ze and the others had entered Beijing, and wanted to ask them to send a letter to his son who was studying spells at home.

The fat boss said that his daughter was at the age of marriage, and his husband and wife were also old, and there was no one to help him in the inn at home, so he wanted his son to give up those deceitful things and go home to marry a wife and have children.

The scholar obviously seemed to be surprised by the matter of spells, and after obtaining Bai Ze's consent, he responded to the request of the fat boss.

Bai Ze quietly pricked up his ears and deliberately led the topic to spells. Under his intentional guidance, the fat boss and the scholar told a lot of anecdotes about those "cultivators", and everyone chatted excitedly, and the fat boss also gave Bai Ze an extra room for them, which can be regarded as a reward for sending a letter.

In the evening, the wine worm lay on the table in a clump and looked listless, because there was no silver, and it was starved for another day.

Bai Ze and the mirror whispered on the bed, discussing the spells and cultivation of this world according to the experience of the mirror Dao method.

This is a world of the Dharma, and there are many practitioners, but it is not a prominent and enviable profession. Not to mention comparing with scholars, even if they are street people, as long as they have a mouthful of food, they will spit on them.

There are two reasons for this, one of which is the imperfection of the cultivation method. Because of the abundant spiritual energy, the cultivators in this world did not have the patience or the method to refine the qi, but took another path, guided by the teacher, and directly comprehended the first ray of spiritual energy in the refining outside world.

Although this is convenient and quick without having to forge the body to suffer, it will inevitably make the practitioners' bodies weak. Coupled with the fact that they did not have the method to practice the gods, these cultivators walked out of a slightly deformed path, with no spiritual power but no immortality.

The second reason is the Black Tribulation Thunder, originally a cultivator should only survive the Heavenly Tribulation when he is married, but in this world, as long as the enlightenment is completed, the thirty-six acupoints of the whole body are opened, and the spiritual power flows and gathers in the dantian, it will attract the Black Tribulation Thunder. So far, no cultivator has been able to survive the Black Tribulation.

Since there is no method of immortality and no path to progress, the cultivators of this world naturally study the "technique" with limited spiritual power.

However, without the support of gods and spirits, they would not be able to cast some normal spells at all, not to mention the magical powers of burning mountains and boiling seas, and instantaneously traveling thousands of miles, even killing someone and cutting down a tree is a problem.

The spells are not powerful, and the body is not strong, and the cultivators are becoming more and more unsatisfactory, and three or five big men can subdue them at will, not to mention that under the restrictions of the dragon qi and official qi of the imperial court, they are in a vein of their own.

Therefore, in order to survive, most Taoists rely on tricks and tricks to train beasts to become liars, jugglers, thieves and other professions, and their social status is naturally not high.

Of course, there are also a few masters of true magic, who play the world in a limited life and write a lot of interesting things.

The fat boss told a story about a nearby town where a countryman brought pears to sell on the street, and his pears were sweet and fragrant, but they were sold at a very high price.

A ragged Taoist priest begged him for pears to eat, and the pear seller, believing that the Taoist priest was a trickster, shouted and scolded him, and beat him with his hands.

A guy who admired Taoism in the shop next to him saw that it was too noisy, so he paid for a pear and gave it to the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest gnawed on the pear, said that he wanted to repay the man, came to the backyard of the shop, pinched the leftover pear core in his hand, took a shovel, dug a hole a few inches deep in the ground, buried the nucleus, covered it with soil, and asked the man for water to water.

After a while, young shoots grew on the ground, and gradually grew, and soon became a tree with dense foliage.

With the practice of the Taoist priest, flowers suddenly bloomed on the tree, and in a blink of an eye, the fruit bore again, and the pears were big and fragrant, and they were hung all over the tree. The Taoist priest wiped the sweat on his forehead, plucked one from the tree and ate it, the sweet pear juice overflowed, and the Taoist priest actually planted a real pear tree in a moment.

After the Taoist priest finished eating the pears, he ignored the man's retention and walked slowly and calmly.

Not long after the Taoist priest left, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard door, and the man opened the door, it turned out to be a countryman selling pears, and he shouted and scolded loudly to let the Taoist priest come out.

It turned out that the countrymen sent the Taoist priest to push the cart and continue to walk the streets and alleys to sell pears. But when a woman was buying pears, the countryman fished them with his hands, only to find that the car was empty, and all the pears were gone, and in their place were two stumps with green shoots.

The popularity of the countryside was ruined, and he came back the same way to inquire about the whereabouts of the Taoist priest. Following the guidance of passers-by, there was a knock on the man's door.

He entered the door and took a closer look, and saw that the pears on the pear tree were not the ones he had lost. But the pear thing has no characteristics, not to mention that the people still grow on the trees, and the countrymen have to scold, but they can't take any of the pears.

Later, the Taoist priest never appeared again, and the pear tree in the man's yard had two more years of pears before they withered overnight. The people around who knew the news were amazed, and the story spread.

The fat boss's son was nearby at the time, and after seeing the pear tree and the troublesome countryman with his own eyes, he ran to the capital alone despite his parents' obstruction, and worshiped the very famous painting fairy Zhai, wanting to learn spells.