Mo Chuan rode a dragon horse, and just passed through the deep city gate, when the noise of boiling against the sky suddenly came to his face.

At first glance, a familiar and grotesque lively scene comes into view.

It was a building in Middle-earth, and the streets were full of Hu people, carrying horses and camels one after another, walking with their tails on, flicking their tails from time to time to drive away flies, and pulling down lumps of dung.

The wide streets are turned into muddy, and the stench of feces and urine is disgusting.

Thanks to Mo Chuan riding the dragon horse, otherwise I am afraid it will be difficult to move an inch.

Further down, as the crowd diverted, the streets gradually became cleaner, similar to the guise of the Central Plains, hanging on both sides of the street.

The wine shop and the inn are opposite the door;

Tick bar and casino solicitation.

Suddenly, a herdsman rushed to Mo Chuan, looked at the dragon horse under Mo Chuan's seat with a fanatical face, and muttered something like "the bones are thick and thick, the mane is high and broad, the eyes are like hanging mirrors, and the head is like a side brick" and other Soma words, as if Bole saw a thousand horses.

Seeing this, Fu Meng was anxious, and hurriedly shouted to drive away.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan smiled and said: "Walking with you, there will be a farewell in the end, and I will be taken care of all the way, and the dragon horse will be given to you, and we will meet again." ”

With that, he turned over and dismounted, chose a random street, and drove away.

"Fu Meng Gong sends the immortal chief!"

Seeing this, Fu Meng gave his hand to him.

……

Leaving the caravan's Mo Chuan, he wandered around the city slowly and experienced the exotic customs.

Probably because of the blowing of the paper-cuts.

This city is exquisite, but it lacks a lot of fireworks.

cookie-cutter shops;

clean deep alleys;

It was reduced to a temporary residence for merchants.

There are too many details that prove that this place is special.

It wasn't until Mo Chuan walked into the bulk commodity trading distribution center that the indescribable fireworks came to his face.

This is an open space in the middle of the city, where countless caravans gather.

Porcelain, lacquerware, silk, herbs, gold, silver, copper, and iron from Middle-earth......

Furs, bones, cheese, Daigo, and ...... from the grasslands

Pegasus, camels, zebu oxen, parrots, dried fruits, wine, spices, and ...... from the farther west. Wait a minute.

and all sorts of weird things that can't be named.

Among them, there is even a variety of magic weapons.

Human skin drums, hand bone flutes, ring grass, golden conch, seven holy knives...... Endless.

Most of them are talismans who walk the rivers and lakes and ask for talismans, but for some reason, they appear in the market to trade.

However, in Mo Chuan's eyes, most of them are fakes.

Even if it's genuine, it's not precious.

He wandered among them, and bought a Zoroastrian Seven Holy Sword.

This is one of the leather knives of the Seven Holy Knives, narrow and sharp, the material is very ordinary, it looks like it is just an ordinary wrought iron forging, and the surface is even covered with a layer of rust, but there is an indescribable force lingering on it.

I think this is the power that is unique to Zoroastrianism.

Mo Chuan played for a long time, but he didn't notice a clue, and he had to admit that Zoroastrianism can be in Lamaism and shamanism...... and many other grassland sects spread under the suppression, and it really has its own uniqueness.

"There's a chance to get this exercise and take a look."

Mo Chuan put away the Seven Holy Knives and muttered secretly in his heart.

This visit is a day, and the sacrificial furnace is full of fresh goods from the grasslands of the Western Regions, thinking about bringing them to open the eyes of the beanis.

Before you know it, night falls.

Mo Chuan was about to enter a wine shop, when a young lama wearing a purple monk hat stopped Mo Chuan and saluted the Buddha with his palms: "Nan Wu Ganlu King Rulai, the Taoist chief stays, Yuan Wei Zhenren is invited!" ”

Mo Chuan stopped, his face a little surprised.

- It is interesting that a monastic man sends a lama here.

"Please lead the way!"

"Please!"

The young lama clapped his hands, and eight serfs came over carrying a sedan chair and bowed down.

What's more, prostrate in front of the sedan chair as a human stool.

Mo Chuan's face was expressionless, he stepped on the void and got into the sedan chair.

"Get up!"

With a shout, the serf carried the sedan chair and walked like a fly, running towards the depths of the city.

Along the way, the caravan retreated, and it was not surprising that it was not surprising.

After about a stick of incense, the sedan chair went straight into a long halberd gate and stopped in front of an elegant hall.

"Wandering Void Dao Chief, to-"

With the sedan chair lama singing roll call, several Taoist lamas came out and gave their hands accordingly.

"I have heard the name of the immortal of Mingchen Dao for a long time, and I can see it today, and it is really outstanding, and the instrument is extraordinary!"

One of the old dragon bells, looking at the old Taoist priest who was old enough to have a cane, broke the Mochuan Dao number with a word, and his cloudy eyes were full of scouting,

"False praise, Daoyou wants to be a real person of Yuanwei?"

Mo Chuan asked tentatively in return, not surprised by the exposure of his identity.

"It's the poor road!"

"Paper-cut city, Taoist friendship and magical powers."

"Awards, awards." Yuan Wei Zhenren greeted him slightly, and then took the initiative to introduce the speaker next to Mo Chuan: "This is the master of Zhagan Temple." ”

"Long admiration!"

The two sides exchanged pleasantries and then sat down in the house.

"Poor Dao suddenly heard that a high-grade dragon horse came to the city today, after many inquiries, I learned that it was a Taoist friend who came to the wild land, and I was very surprised, as far as Poor Dao knew, Daoyou should be in Guangling Dragon City at this time, right, why did you suddenly arrive in the vast grassland?"

Entering the room, Yuan Wei Zhenren asked politely.

"The heart of the Tao moved, and suddenly there was a feeling, so it followed the trace." Mo Chuan snorted.

Yuanwei Zhenren and Bulje Lama glanced at each other.

"Aren't you afraid that Daolu will be punished for dereliction of duty?" Yuan Wei Dao people said again.

"Instead of caring about the poor Dao, you should care about yourself, as a member of the Xuanmen, you actually joined the grassland, so you are not afraid that the poor Dao is here to kill you?"

Mo Chuan's words are hidden.

Regardless of whether Yuan Wei Daoren was sent by the Daolu Division or not, there was nothing wrong with what he said.

The steppe is not a fool.

Since he can accept Yuan Weidao people, there must be a reason, so he will never change his position because of one or two sentences.

"Helping the world and saving people is the righteousness of my Xuanmen! What is wrong with giving up light and darkness to purify all sentient beings? It's a Taoist friend, who doesn't cultivate the Dao Law, but instead becomes a private weapon of the authority of the Daolu Division, how sad is it? It is better to set things right and follow the poor path to purify all sentient beings, this is a great merit and deserves the favor of heaven. ”

Yuan Wei Zhenren was not sad or happy when he heard this, and retorted with righteous words, and even wooed Mo Chuan.

"Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha! The act of Yuanwei Taoist friends is the Bodhisattva's holy line, and Taoist friends also practice Buddhism, how can they not know? Lama Balie, who had never spoken, said with a solemn face.

"Daoyou's strategy to save the country is also novel." Mo Chuan sneered.

"The battle of Taoism and unification, let's not talk about it!"

Yuanwei Zhenren obviously didn't understand, and waved his hand to interrupt the topic: "Poor Dao heard that Daoyou raised a real dragon, and now when I see Daoist friend dragon foal, I know that it is better to see it than to hear it!" Poor Dao is willing to pour the financial resources of the grassland, seek to buy dragon grass, and hope that Taoist friends will be fulfilled! ”

Mo Chuan's expression was like a smile: "Poor Dao opened a academy in the wilderness, wanting to exhaust the world's Taoism, and there is no class in teaching." Nowadays, all the Taoist Buddhas and demons are included, except for Zoroastrianism, lamas, and shamans...... and other exercises in the Western Regions, has never been collected, has always been regretted, if the Taoist friends can make up for the poor Dao regrets, the dragon grass is naturally easy to say. ”

"This ......"

Yuan Wei Zhenren and Ballje Lama looked at each other, Mingchen Lao Dao has a great appetite?

(End of chapter)