Go up along the stone stairs, the Taoist temple sits on the top of the mountain between a large piece of jungle, the trees are luxuriant, there are ancient trees on both sides of the mountain road, the thick shade covers the ground, after walking through the tall archway, you can see the mountain gate made of white bricks, although the time to come is very early, but there are a lot of sedan chairs parked in front of the mountain gate, and several gorgeously dressed noblewomen walk into the view under the support of the next person.

There are many halls in the view, each hall is enshrined with different Taoist patriarchs, in the middle of the square surrounded by the hall, there is a bronze tripod several meters high, the big incense candle of several meters high is inserted on the tripod, the smoke and dust rise leisurely, there is quite a bit of mysterious feeling.

Fang Ling saw that the time was still early, so he asked Song Ying'er to guard in the mountain gate, and he quickly walked to the Ming'an Temple, and had a general understanding of the terrain, and found that the whole Taoist Temple was divided into three parts, the square was near the palace community, mainly the place where believers burned incense and worshiped Buddha, and behind the palace group, there were two large private houses, one side was the place where the Taoist priests lived and lived, and on the other side was a row of small rooms, which could provide temporary accommodation for believers, and it was also a place for believers to retreat and eat.

Fang Ling found that the location of this small box for eating fast was very good, the front could lead to the mountain gate, and the back could lead to the mountain road, so he donated some sesame oil money and borrowed two small rooms.

At the same time, he didn't forget to observe the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple, it seems that because they are all based on alchemy, so their cultivation is not very high, and after doing all this, he returned to the mountain gate.

The two stood in front of the mountain gate and waited, especially Song Ying'er stood there, attracting many onlookers from the young masters, and the men whispered, but due to the solemnity of the occasion, no one came up to talk.

When it was just over the morning, a sedan chair came in front of the mountain gate, which immediately attracted the attention of Fang Ling.

The four men carrying the sedan chair are sturdy, although they are wearing civilian clothes, but they all have a rigorous expression, they are not ordinary sedan chair men at first glance, and there are four guards with knives behind the sedan chair, and on the other side is a maid dressed as a palace maid, who is only 17 or 8 years old, and looks smart, with a pair of big eyes revealing a little cunning.

After the sedan chair fell, the palace maid opened the roller blinds and helped the woman inside to walk out, this woman was only 23 or 4 years old, wearing a goose-yellow palace dress, her hair was coiled high into a palace bun, tied with a crested hairpin, and on the goose-egg-shaped face, the facial features were marked and exquisite, and there was an extraordinary extravagance.

As soon as she saw this woman, Song Ying'er showed a little surprise and whispered, "It's Sister Yan." ”

"Is it familiar?" Fang Ling asked, frowning slightly, this dress did not look like a female official in the palace, it was very likely to be the concubine of the king of Yizhou! Although he had thought about such a possibility, he thought that it was not very likely.

Of course, the king of Yizhou will not go to Tsing Yi Fang to buy a dancing girl, as the monarch of the princely state, even if he is greedy for beauty, it is impossible to find a dancing girl from Cai to be a concubine, that is to say, it is likely that an official bought it back and dedicated it to the king of Yizhou, but he may not even know it, but the dancing girl still has the mission of transmitting information to Tsing Yi Fang.