Jiang Wuji's reason for agreeing was very simple, they gave too much......

Of course, this accounts for only a small part of the reason, and most importantly, convenience.

Anyway, it's all about using each other, so why not do it?

……

The next day, early in the morning.

The sun is rising, and the sun is shining.

Jiang Wujian took the girl and went to the city gate to meet Cao Li and the others as promised.

The team was not huge, there were only three or four carriages in total, and the brother and sister had one of them alone.

As the coachman raised his whip, the horse's hooves clattered, and the wheels rolled and were very bumpy.

In the car, Jiang Wuxi was explaining to Xiaoyu about Qihai, and he couldn't understand the specifics, so he could only say some of his own personal feelings.

It just so happened that Xiaoyu could only vomit during the day, so after saying what he had learned, Jiang Wujian let Xiaoyu concentrate on vomiting.

"Da Da Da ......"

The procession rode the early sun, and the dust raised in the rear made the county smaller and smaller until it was out of sight.

"Little Daoist?"

Cao Li's voice came from outside.

Pulling back the curtain, Cao Li, who was riding a brown horse, was walking side by side with the carriage.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Wujian asked.

Cao Li pinched the reins with one hand and arranged the horse's mane with the other, dividing it evenly to the left and right.

"Although the epidemic has passed, there are still many refugees outside, and they can do whatever it takes to get a bite to eat. Cao Li seemed to be very talkative and took the initiative to open the conversation.

Seeing that Jiang Wujian didn't speak, Cao Li continued to take care of himself: "But let's take the official road, and we can't meet these people, unless they don't have long eyes." ”

"By the way, Xiao Daoye, are you from our Yongan County?"

"Those who cultivate the Tao have the four seas as their home." Jiang Wujian pretended to be profound.

Cao Li pursed his lips and nodded, and then said with envy: "It's still Dao Master, you are good, you are talented, and you can resonate with the Qi Yuan of Heaven and Earth, unlike our martial artists, vulgar." ”

Vulgar martial arts? So familiar...... Jiang Wujian took the opportunity to ask, "Can't martial artists practice Qi?" ”

Cao Li glanced at Jiang Wujian in some surprise, "Little Daoist, are you ...... Don't know this? ”

"I'm sorry, I haven't been in contact with Takefu." Jiang Wujian responded.

"......" The flesh on Cao Li's face twitched a few times.

"A martial artist is a martial artist, he has a body of strength, and then he learns some blades, unless he reaches the sixth grade, otherwise the martial artist will not be able to resonate with the Qi Yuan of Heaven and Earth."

"Liupin, don't think about it for my whole life."

Cao Li sighed for a long time, his face was full of sorrow, and Jiang Wujian was thinking about whether to comfort him a few words, but he said.

"We vulgar martial artists, that is, when we perform the courtesy of the Duke of Zhou, stand tall, day and night."

"But what's the use of this?"

"......" Jiang Wuji's expression stiffened suddenly.

Under Cao Hua's popular science, Jiang Wuji always had some understanding of the cultivation system of this world.

It is roughly divided into two classes, warrior and mage, except that a warrior is a single martial artist, while mages are varied.

Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, etc., all need to be able to resonate with Qi Yuan as a premise.

If you don't use martial arts, you'll be done with martial arts, and after entering the ninth grade, your blood and qi will be qualitatively improved.

But the pity is that most of the evil people like the flesh and blood......

On the other hand, the Nine Rank Martial Arts can only use physical attacks, which cannot cause damage to most of the evil spirits, and the real number reduces the dimensionality of the attack.

This is also one of the reasons why Cao Li envies Jiang Wuji, because he is a nine-rank martial artist.

As for the Daomen, the ninth grade refining Qi, the eighth grade refining god, the seventh grade Jin Dan, and the seventh grade Cao Li didn't know.

At the mention of Jin Dan, Jiang Wujian couldn't help but think of the black pill that was dug up from the village chief's corpse.

That thing can't be Jindan, right? Can this thing be dug up? I wanted to know, but I couldn't find anyone to confirm it.

In addition, there is another thing, this hire is not just because Jiang Wujian is a nine-rank practice qi, that is too hasty, what if he has other thoughts?

The most important thing is that Jiang Wujian has the identity of a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Temple.

Tiandaoguan is the first view of Leping County, and if you can become a disciple of Tiandaoguan, you must be a righteous person, which is the most important reason why the yamen hired Jiang Wuji.

At dusk, the team entered the barren mountains and mountains.

Although it is an official road, it is impossible to level the river, especially in Yongan County, a county town in the ravine, it is even more impossible.

The sunset stretched everyone's shadows for a long time, and it didn't take long for a ruined temple to appear in view.

"It's on the ground! Spend the night here tonight! ”

Under the arrangement of the leader Cao Li, everyone began to get busy.

Jiang Wujian got out of the car with Xiaoyu and came to the broken temple first.

This temple has no door, it is completely "open", and there are no clay statues in the temple, judging from the degree of dilapidation, it has been abandoned for a long time, and I don't know what it used to worship.

"It is rumored that this temple was dedicated to a Bodhisattva in the early years, when the incense was at its peak and there was an endless stream of pilgrims."

A gentle voice came from behind him, and Jiang Wujian could be regarded as seeing the biggest official in the team, the chief secretary of Yongan County, Qiu Weiliang.

Master Qiu was well-dressed, not at all like a person who had come out of the plague outbreak.

He pinched the folding fan with one hand and the other behind his back, without even looking at Jiang Wuji.

The official position is not big, and the shelf is not small.

When I saw several errand officers hurriedly moving a wicker chair from the carriage, laying out the futon, and even after ordering sandalwood to make tea.

Jiang Wuxi had a new perception of the yamen in Yongan County.

It's really a three-point person who hasn't learned it yet, and a seven-point official is lifelike.

Qiu Zhushu continued to take care of himself: "Later, more and more temples were built in various places, and there were fewer and fewer people who were willing to climb over the mountains and mountains to come here. ”

"On a stormy night, the mud statue collapsed, and no one cared about it."

At this time, an errand officer delivered the ordered three sticks of incense to the hands of Master Qiu.

Master Qiu offered three pillars of incense in his hand, bowed to the broken temple, and then looked at Jiang Wuji, "If there is a way, sincerity is the spirit, little Taoist, what do you say?" ”

"If you like, you can do it." Jiang Wujian replied casually.

"What? Could it be that the official is at fault? Master Qiu asked rhetorically.

Jiang Wuji pouted and said: "Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, can the master bookkeeper understand?" ”

Master Qiu frowned, "Why did the little Taoist say this?" ”

Jiang Wuji glanced at the other party and said: "People are divided into yin and yang, and the temple is the same, maybe this temple was a yang temple in the past, and it was dedicated to the righteous god, but now the clay statue is no longer traceable, and the main owner has long left, then this vacated temple is likely to become the home of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and it has become a yin temple." ”

"You're worshipping here, do you know if you're worshipping a god or a ghost?"

This is something that Jiang Wujian saw from the Internet, and now with the identity of a Taoist priest, everyone instantly got goosebumps.

Master Qiu, who had just looked calm and breezy, turned a little pale on his face.

He asked with some uncertainty: "You mean, this temple is a Yin Temple?!" ”

Jiang Wujian didn't answer, but said: "Lord Bookkeeper, it's been a long journey, you see that the bedding is all paved, why don't you go to rest first?" ”

Master Qiu swallowed his saliva and subconsciously looked at the rattan chair covered with futon.

That's when it happened.

"Squeak, squeak......"

The rattan chair swayed back and forth automatically.