After eating, Changqing followed Qin Huaibin to the "Dang Ke Dang" semicolon in the city.

Changqing didn't expect that there was such a big pawnshop in this city, and when Changqing came to this dreadnought city with Qin Huaibin as a semicolon, he actually had a feeling of trance.

It seems that this is the triangle city full of wind and sand, and here is the beautiful woman who likes to wear black clothes and hold a huqin.

Throwing off the things in his mind, Changqing looked for a place where there were few people, and looked at a few paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall.

At this time, there was a little beggar squatting outside the pawnshop, and Changqing glanced at it casually, but did not pay attention to it again.

It's just that after Changqing turned his head, the little beggar suddenly glanced back at Changqing, and after turning back, under the greasy green silk stained with some dead leaves, a trace of cunning rippled on the face of a beautiful face that was unique in the world.

After Qin Huaibin passed the news here through the pawnshop, he led Changqing to the temple of the Ming King Sect in the city.

Along the way, Changqing was very curious about the people and things in the North You, only to see a lot of vendors, often saw the sturdy Northern warriors along the street and people to compete with people, Changqing looked out of his mind, originally wanted to come to the mouth of the Nanzhao in the North You Demon People, should be everyone wearing black, walking silently, who knows that the place is another lively world.

However, the difference is that most of the women in the Northland are tall, and eight out of ten people love to wear the revealing tie-up clothes, and behave like men, Changqing saw women shouting along the street to compete with men.

Qin Huaibin has been leading the way unhurriedly in front, and seems to be intent on letting Changqing see more of these exotic customs.

And he can also leisurely take advantage of this time to breathe internal injuries, and the two walked out of the narrow streets and alleys and came to a place of sudden enlightenment.

Qin Huaibin slowed down and said with a smile:

"The dome and white brick in front of you is the temple of the Ming King Sect. ”

Changqing followed Qin Huaibin's gaze and looked at it from afar.

A yellow-roofed and white-brick building in front is not as grand as the Central Plains Taoist temple built on the mountain, and it is not as solemn as the Buddhist temple.

Instead, there is a lively and festive feeling, and the believers who come and go and the believers in white clothes are chatting with each other, so there are often horse-drawn carriages coming from afar, seeing that there are too many people in front of the temple, and they stop on the opposite street, and the master of the car gets out of the car and walks with the servants to the temple, and mingles with familiar people along the way.

At this time, there were not a hundred carriages parked at the intersection of the street, but dozens of them, and Changqing was a little stunned.

Qin Huaibin smiled and introduced:

"In Beiyou, this is just a priest temple, if there is a bigger temple in the county town, this Mingwang Sect is in Beiyou, it is really a highly respected status, and the people call this Mingwangjiao the state religion on weekdays, you say how much grace this can be named after the state religion. ”

Changqing shook his head and said: "I always feel that this Ming Wang Sect is too different from a sect, how can I find a famous mountain treasure land, why is it in this market." Not at all high, unfathomable. ”

Qin Huaibin stroked his forehead and smiled:

"But people are much more respected than the kind of religion you said, have you ever seen a character of a religion, but the emperor does not worship the emperor when he enters the palace, and even the emperor has to treat him with courtesy, I heard that the Northern Younu Emperor saw that the Ming King taught the elders, and they were all courteous, and even named the elder as the national teacher. ”

Changqing couldn't help but shake his head again when he heard this, he couldn't imagine that a woman would be the emperor, and this emperor would have to salute the god stick, so he couldn't say it.

Alas, it's better to be a god.

Changqing sighed in his heart, and a certain god stick thousands of miles away sneezed heavily.

At this time, Changqing and Qin Huaibin passed through the sea of people and came to a side gate of the Ming Wangjiao Temple.

This side door is specially opened for the masses who come to the temple to do business.

Qin Huaibin explained:

"There are two procedures for the road guide of the North Youguo, the first is that the government will lead the approved road to the Ming King Sect, and these road guides will stay under the altar of the Ming King for a night, even if it is a light, there is a meaning of retribution and retreat, that is to say, this road guide has been seen by the old man of the Ming King, there will be no small use of the road to be evil, in the final analysis, it is a form, we have come to this before, the government has reported the road lead, so let's just go and get it. ”

At this time, a white-clothed disciple led the two to continue inside, and Qin Huaibin didn't say more, rolled his hands in his sleeves, and followed the sect members inside.

Walking through a long corridor, you can see the white-clothed cultists coming and going outside the corridor, both men and women, most of them are not very old, and many cuffs are inlaid with a circle of black patterns, presumably representing some kind of position.

I thought that the temple with a magnificent appearance of the nouveau riche style, entering should also be such a style, but I didn't expect it to be surprisingly ordinary, the rockery is surprisingly small, the flowers and plants are surprisingly ordinary, Changqing even saw that those rockeries are used in the most ordinary mountain stones, flowers and plants except rhododendrons and daisies There is nothing else, and the floor gatehouse along the way is also the most ordinary style, and even many of them have lost paint.

The two of them followed the disciple to a side hall, which was not very spacious, and there were not many other ornaments except for a tall stone elephant in the center.

The white-clothed cultist walked directly to an elderly man in a white-clad gold-trimmed religious uniform under the statue and whispered a few times.

Soon the old priest turned slowly, as if he would lose his identity if he turned faster.

The congregation said:

"This is Mr. Wang Yan, the priest of this temple. ”

Qin Huaibin nodded, and slowly gestured, the elderly Wang Yan made a unique hand salute for the Ming King Sect, his arms were level with his chest, and he slowly placed them on his chest.

This Chang Qing stood a little far away from the two of them, so he was understood by the people in the audience as this scholarly servant beside Qin Huaibin.

Old Priest Wang Yan smiled slightly:

"Mr. Qin is very good, and King Ming will be blessed"

Qin Huaibin smiled slightly, their Wuji Gang will donate a lot of silver money to the Mingwang Temple in this city every year, otherwise, with the location of this Mingwang Temple, how could anyone donate such a large amount of incense money.

This is also what the Wuji Gang has to do in order to be able to act conveniently in Beiyou.

Changqing looked at Qin Huaibin and the old priest exchanging pleasantries.

I look at the Ming King with interest, the statue of the Ming King can not see men and women, there is a woman's gentleness and male heroism, the law is three feet high, there are auspicious clouds hanging above the head, the two hands are lifted, there is a slightly shiny pearl in the right hand, and the left hand is a carved crescent-shaped jade, which wants to imply that the sun and the moon are held in the hand, and a five-clawed golden dragon is stepped on under the feet, and the golden dragon is angry and lifelike.

At this time, Qin Huaibin was taking a stack of road guides from the priest's hand, Qin Huaibin thanked him again, and then the priest kindly led the way in person.

Changqing followed behind Qin Huaibin

Hurried footsteps could be heard in the corridor in the distance, and a white-clothed sect member hurried up to Priest Wang Yan and whispered twice in his ear.

Priest Wang Yan was slightly startled, and turned to Qin Huaibin and Changqing to complain that the matter needed to be dealt with urgently.

Qin Huaibin smiled and nodded, and took Changqing to another corridor, Changqing turned around and looked at the corridor over there, and saw that Priest Wang Yan was saluting another priest in white and gold, that priest was slightly younger, with a golden half-moon embroidered on his chest, and he might be a big man in the Ming King Sect.

Here, Changqing and Qin Huaibin left the temple.

Over there, Wang Yan put down the hand-raising salute of the Ming Wangjiao.

Slightly humble:

"I don't know why the High Priest came to our small town. ”

The middle-aged high priest sighed and said:

"It's not the beginning of the month. ”

Priest Wang Yan nodded, and said nervously:

"Could it be that the thief ......"

The High Priest nodded

......

Fearless City is the northern border city, but in the end it is also located in the north, legend has it that the heat of summer comes from the real dragon entrenched in the south, the real dragon spits out dragon breath in the summer, with the sea breeze of the innocent sea to this continent, first blows through the Nanzhao, and then slowly reaches the west cool and the north you, so the summer of the Nanzhao is the hottest, the west is the second, and the summer of the north is because the dragon is not strong enough, just like men sometimes, can only do things hastily.

The legend is just a legend after all, it happened to be ten o'clock at noon, most of the believers and white-clothed believers outside the temple were gone, Changqing stood alone outside the temple, feeling the burning sensation of the noon sun falling on the skin, but Changqing's body was different from ordinary people, so it would not feel very hot except for the heat accident.

The outside of the temple was indeed much more empty than when it came in the morning, but it could not be said that there was no one.

At this time, Changqing saw a little beggar begging for copper plates from two passers-by on the opposite street, but the two passers-by were facing the noon sun, obviously unwilling to be stopped by the beggar, and hurriedly pushed the little beggar away, scolding and scolding in his mouth, and his footsteps did not stop for a moment, leaving the pair of streets as if fleeing.

Changqing doesn't have a bad opinion of beggars, if the world is peaceful, who will be a beggar, but in the past, there were many beggars at the foot of Tianchu Mountain, who were dressed up in that area, and often deceived some visitors from other places, and some visitors found problems afterwards, and they were not very willing to say anything more with that kind of splashing.

Changqing frowned slightly, because many people deliberately avoided this area, not wanting to be targeted by the dirty little beggar, so from the opposite street to the temple, Changqing was the only one, standing stupidly, so the little beggar naturally came over.

Changqing looked at the long shiny hair, which still had fallen leaves from an unknown tree, sighed in his heart, took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket, and slowly handed it to the beggar.

The little beggar has a disheveled hair, and he can't tell his gender, but he doesn't think he's old.

Changqing saw that the little beggar was slow to accept the silver, his brows frowned even more, and he smiled:

"Why, isn't it enough. ”

The little beggar's little face, which was covered by his hair, could not see the expression clearly, but he shook his head slightly, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed the silver, as if he was afraid of remorse.

Changqing Wan'er, thinking that he had given too much, the child was a little scared.

The little beggar who had taken the silver did not leave, but lowered his head and put one hand into his arms......

Changqing didn't know what the kid was doing, and he was a little impatient.

Just as he was about to say something to send him away, the boy suddenly approached Changqing and reached out to hand him something.

Changqing looked at the little beggar's palm, and in his dirty hand, he was holding a ball of ribbons, which were pink and looked very clean.

Changqing was stunned and asked:

"This is for me?"

The beggar nodded, still unable to see his face or expression.

Changqing hesitated slightly, because he accepted my money, and he didn't want to go.

"It's okay, I just don't have any copper coins on me. ”

Before Changqing finished speaking, the child had already stuffed the ribbon into Changqing's hand.

Then the boy turned and ran away.

Changqing put a big question mark on his head, looked at the pink ribbon in his hand, felt the residual warmth on it, and thought that this might be the child's beloved thing.

At this time, Qin Huaibin had already finished talking to the disciples he was familiar with, and when he came out, he just saw Changqing holding a ribbon in a daze, and after asking a little, he smiled and said nothing.

Changqing suddenly realized that he might be in trouble.

......