Yanmen Pass is an important town in the north, more than 40 passes in Shanxi, with Yanmen being the most majestic, dozens of miles outside the pass, it is the land of Liao.

The yellow sand outside the gate is long, but the inside of the gate is very lively.

It was a transit station for long-distance merchants, and all kinds of goods purchased from Jin, Liao, Western Xia, Mongolia, and the Central Plains were transported here for trading or supplies.

It is also a place of great soldiers, with soldiers standing guard day and night on the majestic city walls, and teams of cavalry also taking turns to scout and patrol, and the sound of the friction of armor and the sound of the hooves of healthy horses is incessant, adding to the lively atmosphere.

Hao Fei changed back into the monk's clothes, in this kind of mixed place, except for the monks, no matter which tribe's clothes he wears, he will get into trouble. Trouble this kind of thing, when he had nothing to do before, he hoped that the more the better, but now, if he can save it, he can save it.

Today, the wind is strong, the loess is flying on the road, and the small wine shop closest to the exit in the town has to pull up a large leather canopy to resist the yellow sand.

Although the wine shop is small, the wine is good, and the snacks are even more attentive, so the five tables are full of guests.

Hao Fei came early, took a sheet, and enjoyed the most sumptuous breakfast before leaving the customs.

"Da Liao Da Liao, the kamikaze escort is about to set off! The last ten minutes! ”

A middle-aged man dressed as a business traveler shouted on the road at the top of his voice.

Hao Fei smiled helplessly and took a shallow sip of wine. The voice had been going on for an hour, and it had been shouting for the last ten minutes. If the owner of the liquor store hadn't told him that he would have to leave until at least noon, he would have been like those players, squatting in the camel pile and drinking the wind and eating sand and basking in the sun.

There were a lot of caravans going from all directions, so there were more bandits outside the gates, and such things as escorts came into being. Of course, many caravans themselves are very good in force, they are caravans and escorts, and recruiting a few more scattered people can not only make money, but also strengthen their own momentum, so that the robbers will retreat.

This kamikaze convoy is of this type.

"Boss, another plate of fried peanuts." There are too many troubles to walk outside the gate alone, Hao Fei has decided to set off with this caravan, just spend some silver taels, but it can save a lot of time.

As soon as the peanuts were served, on the street outside, two healthy horses came running quickly, and the big man on the horse, with thick eyebrows and heavy locks, seemed to have a big twist in his heart. When they reached the door of the liquor store, people found that behind one of them was a thin young man tied up.

This tie was not the same as for the prisoner, but was secured with a rope to prevent him from falling off his horse. Because the young man was pale, and his eyes were sunken and yellow, he looked like a man who was seriously ill.

"Kamikaze, we are going to Liaoguo to see a doctor, how much is it for three people?" One of the big men shouted at the top of his voice, and the other carefully carried the young man off his horse.

The middle-aged man of the kamikaze looked at the three of them, and then said, "All three of them go?" Look at you like this, you need a separate carriage, not two prices, five thousand taels! ”

Five thousand taels heard that there was a suspicion of killing people, and in just a day or two, he dared to ask for so much money, which was even more powerful than a robber. But Hao Fei had already inquired with the shopkeeper, and it cost a hundred taels of protection fee to follow the caravan, and if you want to take a big car, you need a seat fee of five hundred taels, and if you want to sit in a more comfortable carriage, one thousand taels is the market price. Because don't underestimate these dozens of miles, there are not only robbers and bandits, but also various armies and beasts, and the road is covered with yellow sand and easy to get lost.

"10,000 taels, set off immediately, my boss is sick, and he can't delay." This group of people was richer than they imagined, and a silver ticket exchanged by Huaxia flew out of the hands of the big man in a whirlwind.

The silver ticket is a soft and fluttering paper, and the kung fu of this hand is very good. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man was more skilled, and with a wave of his arm, the silver ticket that flew in front of him disappeared.

"If you are rich, you are an uncle, and whatever you say is what you say." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he suddenly held his breath and shouted up to the sky: "The kamikaze escort is ready to set off, the target is Daliao, the last ten minutes!" ”

This shout resounded through the sky, an authentic lion's roar.

The owner of the wine shop covered his ears and came to Hao Fei and said, "Guest officer, this time I am really on the road, I am afraid of delaying you, so I will come to talk about it." ”

"Thank you." Needless to say, Hao Fei also knows.

After counting the money, he came to the middle-aged man, handed over a hundred taels of silver, and said, "Just do it." ”

The middle-aged man looked Hao Fei up and down, and said with a smile, "I don't know which temple the master is from?" ”

Hao Fei was embarrassed, and the big man over there urged: "Boss, hurry up, take us to the carriage first." ”

"Okay, no problem." After the middle-aged man answered, he slapped one hundred taels back into Hao Fei's hand, and said, "It's not easy for monks to make money." I'm from Shaolin, everyone is a monk, this trip someone is willing to bleed, it won't be your money, get a good fate. After he finished speaking, he turned around and went to Zhang Luo's three people, and deliberately took off his hat and scratched his head, and sure enough, it was a bald scoop.

Hao Fei couldn't cry or laugh with the silver ticket, this fake monk deceived the real monk, although he didn't mean it. However, depending on the way he dresses and behaves, his fake is more real than the real one, and in terms of Buddhism, it is also comparable to the elder level, as long as he wears a monk's robe and declares the Buddha's name, he has the temperament of a virtuous monk from the inside out.

There is nothing to explain so far, it will only increase the trouble, and both sides will be embarrassed by the time.

A total of fifty-three people set out from the caravan, and all but twenty belonged to the caravan, and the others were actually customers. Moreover, of the twenty people in the caravan, only eight were really master guards, and the rest were just hired coachmen.

How did Hao Fei know?

The middle-aged monk walked with him.

This person is very talkative, he doesn't have the dull appearance of a monk at all, and it has been an hour since he left the customs, and he talks endlessly. However, people who talk a lot generally have a lot of knowledge, and they still know a little bit about everything in Shannan, Haibei, from the five poisonous Gu techniques to the swordsmanship of Huashan, they can also say that they are the way.

Hao Fei was actually quite poor in the past, but with the growth of strength and status, he somehow spoke less, and now he prefers to be a listener.

The middle-aged monk's name is Jingzhi, but according to him, since he came down the mountain to practice, he should use his original name, Zhang Dabai.

Hao Fei actually has a Dharma name, and he also followed Ganga as a monk in Myanmar for a month, and Ganga gave him the Dharma name of pure virtue, hoping that he would be a pure and virtuous person.

The real monk wants to use the common name, and the fake monk wants to use the legal name, and the two of them are so unclear and unclear, and they are not cold along the way.