A month and a half later, due to the light rain for two consecutive days, the post road from Fucheng to Guangning County in the north was muddy, and water accumulated in the low-lying places.

The first time Shi Jian came, he was unfamiliar with the place, and he couldn't perform the flying escape method for a long distance, holding an oil-paper umbrella, slowly walking on the muddy dirt road, the upper of his shoes was stained with a lot of yellow mud, and he flew away when no one was around, which was not embarrassing.

Wanquan Town, under the jurisdiction of Guangning County, is the farthest place on Shi Jian's trip, after separating from Bai Min'er, he went straight to Jindi Wutai Jinlun Temple, and the Quanzhen factions along the way also sent invitations one by one, stayed in Wutai Jinlun Temple for two days, and changed careers to Jidi.

Before, Xie Yuyuan told Shi Jian that the address was wrong, it was the old yellow calendar several decades ago, and from the mouth of a monk who had attained the Tao in Wutai Jinlun Temple, he knew the exact location of the Fantasy Gate, which was in Wanquan Town, Guangning County, Jidi Saicheng Prefecture.

According to the monk who attained the Tao said, the Fantasy Gate has a deep relationship with the Wutai Golden Wheel Temple, and there are two founding patriarchs of this school, one is the monk of the Wutai Golden Wheel Temple, and the other is the Xuanmen Wandering Dao. The confluence of Buddhism and Taoism in the Fantasy Gate is unique in the spiritual world, and it originates from this monk.

Speaking of which, the microwave school and the fax school are also models of the integration of Buddhism and Taoism, and there are many fusion formations between the two factions in the movie, but they are not as thorough and mysterious as the fantasy door.

After walking forward for about a quarter of an hour, the rain stopped, Shi Jian closed his umbrella, and saw five Taoist priests on the dirt road in front of him, one of them was wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe and a crown scarf, and the other four were wearing a cyan coat, with a bun on their heads, and a peachwood sword on their backs.

The backs of the five people are very familiar, the more they look at it, the more they look like the master and apprentice of the Thousand Crane Daoren, Shi Jian sped up his pace to catch up, and took a closer look, sure enough, it was them. At this time, the Thousand Crane Dao people also noticed Shi Jian, and they were surprised and delighted.

"Senior Brother Qianhe, I just saw the back and looked familiar, I didn't dare to admit it, take a closer look, it's really you!" Shi Jian laughed.

The Thousand Crane Daoist saluted happily: "Senior brother." ”

"Uncle Master!" The four people from the south, east, and northwest hurriedly saluted.

Shi Jian nodded with a smile, and asked Qianhe Daoren: "Senior Brother Qianhe, the north is not the territory of our Maoshan faction, and the land is farther, why did you come here?" ”

Qianhe Daoist replied: "Don't hide it from Senior Brother, I caught a few ghosts from my ancestral hometown in Lingnan, and I wanted to spend it on the spot, but they begged bitterly, saying that they wanted to go back to their hometown to see." I relented for a moment and agreed. ”

"Thousands of miles away to send ghosts back to their hometowns, the good deeds of the junior brother are getting bigger and bigger." Shi Jian quipped.

Qianhe Daoren said embarrassedly: "Senior brother, don't make fun of me, I'm just doing what I can." By the way, what is the senior brother doing here? ”

"I was ordered by the second master to come to the north to invite all sects and factions to participate in the Great Spirit Meeting in five years, and I just came from Wutai Jinlun Temple."

"I see." Qianhe Daoren smiled: "It's a coincidence, I'm going to Wanquan Town, I don't know if the senior brother is going along the way?" ”

"It's too good, I'll go to Wanquan Town too."

Qianhe Daoist said strangely: "There is a cultivation sect in Wanquan Town? ”

"There's a fantasy door, let's talk as we go."

Shi Jian has been out for several months, and he has been separated from Bai Min'er for a month and a half, and it is rare to meet the same junior disciple, and the conversation is strong. The Thousand Crane Daoists heard that Shi Jian had visited dozens of cultivation sects and families, and they were also quite interested, asking this and that. The two chatted vigorously, and the four people from the southeast, northwest, and northwest listened with relish, and before they knew it, they had arrived at their destination.

Standing at the entrance of Wanquan Town, Qianhe Dao saluted: "Senior brother, let's separate here, and when I overtake them, I will come to you again." ”

"You go about your business, I should be in town for a few days."

"Farewell!"

"Uncle Master, let's go."

Seeing the five people leave, Shi Jian walked towards the town, walked a few steps and suddenly stopped, and secretly said: There seems to be a ghost-hunting hair in the movie of people, ghosts and gods, when he overtook the ghost, the female ghost Suwen was pulled by the high heaven and earth yin and yang aura receiving net, and fell into the dry well in the backyard of Baofa Village, could it be that the Taoist priest is the junior brother of Qianhe?

Looking back, the five masters and apprentices of the Thousand Crane Daoist had already gone away, and Shi Jian was too lazy to catch up and ask, just to see if Yungao's invention was really that magical.

Wanquan Town is not big, nor is it as prosperous as Maxiangping, the streets are narrow, the shops on both sides are sparse, the buildings are low, and most of them are wooden houses. Baofazhuang is the largest paper shop in town, and it is very famous, so you will know it after a little inquiry.

Approaching the Yu Lan Festival, there are many villagers who buy incense, candles, paper money, and lanterns, and Baofa Zhuang has all the goods, and the business is very good. Shi Jian followed the crowd into the crowd and saw a fat man behind the counter collecting money, sweating profusely. A virtuous young woman in her thirties climbed up and down to help the villagers carry things.

"What are you going to buy?" An old man who was bald and had a mouthful of teeth came to Shi Jian and asked.

"I'm looking for someone ......"

The old man shouted, "What, your family is dead? Hello dead man, there are many things to buy, incense, candles, paper money, paper people, I'll get it for you. ”

Shi Jian's face darkened, and he secretly scolded your family for being dead, and he was too lazy to see him in general. Just as the young woman Mengmeng came down from the ladder and scolded: "Uncle Shou, what nonsense are you talking about, people are looking for people, not dead people in people's homes." Alright, go into the house, don't mess with me. ”

"Dead? Who's dead? ”

Mengmeng rolled her eyes and apologized to Shi Jian: "Shoubo is old, deaf and dizzy, if you say something wrong, please bear with me." ”

"It doesn't matter."

"You just said you were looking for someone, who are you looking for?"

Shi Jian saluted and said: "Shi Jian was sent in Xiamao Mountain, and he came to visit the heirs of the Fantasy Gate on the order of the master of the sect, and he just came from Wutai Jinlun Temple a few days ago. ”

"Maoshan faction?" Mengmeng looked surprised, and hurriedly said: "It's too chaotic here, there are many people, Shi Daoyou will go inside with me." ”

As she spoke, she shouted at the counter: "Dagui, you look at the shop, I will greet this fellow Taoist." ”

There was a circle of people around Dagui, and he didn't hear Mengmeng's words, he saw that Shi Jian was like a chicken, his spirit was smooth, and his divine rituals were outwardly proclaimed, countless times stronger than himself, and he secretly scolded a little white face and squeezed out of the crowd.

"Wife, you go to sell things, and I'll entertain guests."

Mengmeng said: "This Shi Daoyou is a disciple of the Maoshan faction, a fellow distinguished guest, you have been entertained." ”

"Maoshan disciple?" Dagui knew that he might have thought about it, so he hurriedly led Shi Jian into the house, served tea and entertained him, and asked about his intentions.

Shi Jian repeated what he had just said, and Dagui patted his head and said, "Yes, Master told us about this Great Spirit Meeting before, but I remember that the Great Spirit Society was hosted by Zixia Mountain, how did you send people from Maoshan here?" Could it be that Zixia Mountain merged Maoshan Mountain? ”