Mr. Qi crouched down and patted him on the face with contempt. "I'm not afraid. We are all stupid ass of the master, the only difference is that you wear official uniforms, but we don't. I confess that the uniform gives you a noble status, and I don't have the courage to kill you. But do you think those big guys would care about a fight between on the street?

After saying this, Mr. Qi turned around and bowed to Ning Que, and left with unbridled arrogance, followed by behind his feet. After discussing for a while, Gu Xiaoqiong and the thugs came to help the two official girls, and they even glanced at Ning Que and Sang Sang before leaving. Now that Mr. Qi had made his attitude so strong, they knew very well that it was pointless to threaten Ning Que before they defeated Mr. Qi with overwhelming force or even killed him, and that doing so at the moment had no other function than to show their meanness.

This is how the chaos at Lin 47th Street ended, without any follow-up. As Mr. Qi said, the patrons behind both sides have no interest in interfering in the conflict between such gangsters. However, there is still one thing that Ning Que cannot understand.

Although these two government candidates did not have a high status, their official uniforms, as well as the official swords in their hands, represented the dignity of the government and the empire. No matter how powerful the man behind Mr. Qi — the middle-aged man who sheltered from the rain in the shop that day — the public whaling government runner on the street was too arrogant to incur death. What's more, Mr. Qi chose to fight the government of Chang'an, instead of those thugs in the southern district, which is very unreasonable.

Unless a deep animosity has just developed between them.

Then his eyebrows furrowed because of this conjecture and what had just happened. But it wasn't long before he breathed a sigh of relief, because the purpose of the day was to visit the House of the Red Sleeves and do some shopping at the same time to dispel the excitement of his revenge. As for that new, troublesome hatred, it does not need to be eliminated at the moment, and it remains unresolved until necessary.

There is a long distance between Lin 47th Street and the Red Sleeve House. Usually, Ning Que would take a carriage in exchange for two coins. Today, however, he chose to get there on foot, as Sangsang would be his companion along the way and would take away his boredom. Neither of them took this conflict to heart, because Ning Que was used to this bloody and deadly situation, and for Sangsang, her mind was occupied by important things, so there was no room for others. Therefore, both of them were in a good mood as they passed through those streets and alleys.

They visited prosperous clothing stores, smooth shopping streets, and bookstores. Later, they bought cheap lotus leaf rice and ran as fast as they could across Suzaku Avenue, and then found a lively place. Dozens of Chang'an residents were led by an elder in Taoist robes towards the altar. From bystanders, Ning Que realized that this was the prayer ceremony of the next Taoist temple of the southern sect of Haotian Taoism, hoping to transfer some of the spring rain in Chang'an to the drought on the northern border.

The old Taoist priest next to the altar had fair hair, a long beard, and his robe fluttered in the wind, giving people a sense of immortality. The wooden sword in his hand shook violently, and in the direction the sword pointed, several talismans were shaking, revealing faint scarlet handwriting. After a while, with a sharp thud, the wooden sword flew high into the yellow sand of the altar. And did not notice that those amulets had already burned to ashes in the wind and scattered on the surface of the sand.

The citizens who knelt down in front of the altar and worshiped reverently were still religious. The surrounding onlookers shouted in unison. The scene is like the case of jugglers performing at the scent workshop, during which they show something dangerous to grab the audience's attention.

The ceremony of praying for the rain is officially over. The little Taoist priests were about to move the altar and cultivate things into the Taoist temple, when the sky suddenly darkened, and then the spring rain began to fall. Sang Sang opened the big black umbrella with both hands, then raised his little black face and glanced at Ning Que smugly. The people in the crowd who did not have umbrellas quickly dispersed, hiding under the eaves of houses on the street, looking at and pointing at the embarrassed Taoist priests. Their ridicule and ridicule could be faintly heard......

Ning Que, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly, he thought of something, and then looked at the old Taoist priest who was still swaying in the rain. Ning Que's eyes were full of shock than sympathy.

He trusts his eyes. The wooden sword and the rune paper before were not tricks, it might just be ...... Cultivation means! Thinking about it with the knowledge imparted by Lu Qingchen, even if the old Taoist priest hadn't entered the third realm of cultivation called the Undoubtedly Realm, at least it had been a long time since he was in the second realm called the Perception Realm!

Aside from Xishan, Chang'an City is probably the city with the most cultivators in the world. But he never expected that he would be able to meet a cultivator, and he was just hanging out with Sangsang, and the Taoist priest who was about to enter the real realm relied on these means to behave, it was really pitiful.

It's a pity that the Taoist temple wants to recruit believers in this way. Master Haotian, whom they admired, couldn't help them. It's true. Even those saints who had been mentioned by Lu Qingchen and entered the country of Wugui and Tianqi could not summon wind and rain. What's more, it's an old Taoist priest who doesn't have enough cultivation.

Ning Que frowned slightly, watching the Taoist Gate gradually gather. He fell into deep thought.

Known as the only orthodox Taoism in the world, Haotian Taoism is respected in every country. The Taoist temple owns countless fields and never pays taxes. Officers of different departments are honorable. When the monarchs of the Great River Kingdom and the Southern Jin Kingdom ascended the throne, they even needed the blessings of the great gods and monks of the Xishan Taoist Sect to be recognized.

However, the previous ridicule and ridicule of bystanders could see that the status of Haotian Taoism in the Tang Empire could not be compared with those peers. Although the priest of the south gate of Haotian Dao was appointed as the lord of the country in the Tang Dynasty, the whole world knows that the relationship between the Haotian Southern School and the Xishan where the Haotian Taoist Temple of God is located has always been ambiguous. The power to grant the abbots of the Taoist temples in the Tang Dynasty was all in the hands of His Majesty. Nishiyama was completely unable to intervene.

There are even rumors that when the Tang Dynasty was first established, Haotian Taoism was forbidden to preach in the empire.

Logically speaking, Haotian Taoism, which is known as the world's first orthodox religion and has hundreds of millions of believers, cannot withstand this kind of pressure and humiliation. In fact, they did not endure. Everyone believed that the Xishan Divine Kingdom was behind the attack on the Tang Dynasty by the Seventeen Kingdoms many years ago.

In that year, the coalition forces of 17 countries, which claimed to have millions of soldiers, invaded the territory of the Tang Empire, and were directly and completely destroyed by the cavalry of the empire, as vigorous as the rising sun. Then, taking advantage of this, the troops of the Tang Empire rode out of Yanggu Pass on horseback in waves, fought in countless cities, and conquered the entire world. After this great battle, the so-called coalition forces disbanded like melting snow. The Tang Empire directly conquered three of these countries and now became counties of Hebei Province, which was most squeezed by Taizu (the founder of the Tang Dynasty) during the Northern Expedition.

What is incomprehensible is that the Xishan Divine Kingdom actually stayed out of the matter, but many hidden masters of the Haotian Taoist Sect never made a move. Perhaps because of this, the Tang Empire did not deliberately reconquer Haotian Taoism in the redivision of forces after the war. It finally qualified to preach in the Tang Empire.

After this war, the Tang Empire established itself as a dominant position in the world. Haotian Taoism still has the largest number of followers in the world. One is secular and the other is religious. There was a conflict within the sect. Since neither side has the confidence to defeat the other, they pretend that the other does not exist and gradually lose interest in attacking.

This continues for thousands of years to this day. Haotian Taoism is still high in other places, and the people are its followers. However, in the territory of the Tang Empire, even the smallest Taoist temples had to pay taxes, and even the Haotian Taoism in the south, although controlled by the imperial court, had to send cultivators to perform tricks in the streets in order to attract believers.

Walking under the big black umbrella in the rain, Ning Que thought of the previous scene. He couldn't help but smile and shook his head, and said, "The old Taoist priest is really pitiful. Maybe the lord of the palace is the same.

Sangsang held the big black umbrella in his right hand and shoulder, and in his left hand he held a biscuit bought from a stall. She ate the biscuits and said inarticulately: "Young master, it seems that you like Chang'an, hehe."