There is a Baektu Castle at the foot of Mt. Baekdu.

The city of Baektu is also called the city of children. More than half of the monks in the city were surnamed Tong. The remaining small and half monks also have a more or less disconnected relationship with the Tong family.

It was said. Baitou City was established by the Tong family, so it has the nickname of Tong City. Some people also say that the reason why Baitou City is called Tongcheng is because the Tong family migrated here and gradually got its name. But in any case, there is no doubt that Baitou City is now the big city of the Tong family.

Since Baitou City is already the Tong family's own city, it is naturally not easy for strangers to enter it. The Tong family in Baitou City is not comparable to the Wu family in Rhino Ridge, and it is said that the Tong family has a great elder who has reached the Yuan infant stage of cultivation. The Tong family has such a senior master, although I don't know if he is in the city now, Mo Chong doesn't dare to break through like the last time he dealt with the Wu family. However, if you don't break in, you don't necessarily have no way to enter.

Not everyone in the Tong family has the foundation building period to cultivate, and they can clear the valley without eating and drinking. During the Qi cultivation period and those mortals who do not have spiritual roots, they have to eat and drink every day. If they are not able to support themselves in the city, they can only obtain their daily needs from the outside world. Therefore, Mo Chong believes that as long as he is a little patient, he will definitely be able to wait for the opportunity to enter the city.

Waited outside the city for two days. It was early in the morning of the third day. Dozens of large vehicles appeared from all directions and drove towards Baekdu Castle. These carts had ox carts, horse-drawn carts, and donkey carts. The car is loaded with rice and noodles, melons, fruits and vegetables, daily utensils and so on. Among them, there are even people driving herds of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep.

As soon as Mo Chong saw these people and the cart, he immediately knew that his opportunity had come. Immediately, Mo Chong walked out of his hiding place. At this time. A convoy of grain trucks was passing in front of Mo Chong. A short and fat middle-aged man next to the convoy was shouting: "Hey, hey, hey, what are you all doing! See if I don't skin you!"

Mo Chong walked to the side of the short and fat middle-aged man. He smiled and arched his hand and said, "Hello uncle." ”

The short and fat middle-aged man was in a lively spirit, and when he heard someone talking beside him, he was slightly startled, turned his head to see Mo Chong, couldn't help frowning, and said coldly: "What are you doing!?"

Mo Chong smiled: "Uncle, is your convoy going to Baitou City?"

The short and fat middle-aged man frowned and said, "You're not talking nonsense!?en!?I can warn you, don't think about beating me up on the idea of these fragrant stalks in the car." None of these are for sale. All of them have to be paid tribute to the immortal masters, so stay where you can stay cool!"

Mo Chong smiled: "Don't get me wrong. I'm not here to buy rice. As he spoke, he flipped his palm and took out a small ingot of silver, which was stuffed into the hand of the short and fat middle-aged man.

The short and fat middle-aged man pinched the silver, his face suddenly softened, and he said: "Alas, you also know that there is little rain this year, and the harvest is not good." It's already hard for us to provide the amount that the Immortal Master needs is going on. Naturally, I can't bring it to you. Otherwise, if you are willing to ask for rice bran. Just waiting here. When we deliver the goods, we can take you back. Although rice bran is not good, it is better than wild herbs and grass roots. Some time ago, someone in Dongxiang bought more than 1,000 catties of rice bran from us. ”

When Mo Chong heard this, he was stunned for a moment, what is going on? I only heard the short and fat middle-aged man sigh and said, "Well, it's not easy for everyone." However, we can do things for the Immortal Master, and we finally have a light on our faces, and after this year, we will be fine!" As he spoke, he patted Mo Chong's shoulder vigorously.

The convoy passed in front of Mo Chong's eyes. Mo Chong's ears were heard at this time, and at this time, he heard the whispers of others: "Alas. It's not easy for them. We can still take care of our stomachs when we farm and grow rice, and we can still sell them to others in exchange for some oil and salt. As for them, what herbs are planted according to the instructions of the Immortal Master, they can't eat or sell them, only the Immortal Master will ask for them. Now that the rain is not good, we have no extra food to sell to them, they can only go hungry!"

"Come on, you care about them, when the year is good, don't they earn more than us?"

"I'm a little weird. Immortal Master is not able to fly to the sky and the earth, calling for wind and rain, why don't you give us a timely rain?"

"You're stupid. Calling for wind and rain is not something that ordinary immortal masters can do. How can an immortal master who really has that ability care about the life and death of us mortals? I wish I could leave this place and save myself from being driven like cattle and horses by others. It's a pity that I have a wife, children and mother, and I can't go far!"

"Hey, what are you talking about? You can't die without saying a word!"

It turns out that immortal cultivators are like this in the eyes of mortals? It turns out that immortal cultivators treat ordinary mortals like this? But think about it, high-level monks never pay attention to low-level monks. What is the difference between this and the attitude of low-ranking monks towards mortals? The hardships of improving one's cultivation and the tribulations experienced in the middle, if one has to treat a monk with a low cultivation level equally after cultivating to a high level, probably no one can do it. Is this helpless, or is it the inevitability of the world?

Mo Chong shook his head, shaking out the strange thoughts that popped up out of his mind. He can neither change the status quo nor be able to change it. Let's do our own thing. Immediately, Mo Chong walked up to an old man with a goatee who was driving a herd of goats. This time, Mo Chong was very crisp. He directly took out a small ingot of silver and said, "I heard that there is an immortal master living in Baitou City, I want to go in and take a look." ”

The old man with the goatee was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted, grabbed the silver in Mo Chong's hand, stuffed it into his mouth and bit it twice, verified the authenticity, and then smiled: "No problem, no problem! When I entered the city, I answered someone's question. ”

However, in order to enter the city, Mo Chong had no choice but to endure it.

"Hey, Lao Dong, who is this kid? Don't you know the rules? Don't bring outsiders into the city casually. ”

The old man with the goatee and Mo Chong soon arrived at the gate of Baitou City. A young strong man stretched out his hand and stopped the two of them, while constantly looking at Mo Chong. This strong man's cultivation is only the fourth layer of the Qi cultivation period, but his memory is excellent. Mo Chong was watching from a distance from behind just now. The brawny man recognized almost every mortal who brought goods into the city by name. Right now, he naturally recognized Mo Chong at a glance.

The old man with the goatee smiled, "Oh. Returning to the words of the Immortal Master. This is my grandson Dong Fa Cai. I don't know how many years I can last. In the future, maybe he will drive sheep for the immortals. (To be continued......)