As the sun rises, the smooth official road has become extremely lively.
There were woodcutters and farmers pulling fresh fruits and vegetables and firewood in donkey carts, while there were hunters carrying animal skins and medicinal materials.
These people walked in the dark for more than ten or twenty miles just to sell the goods in their hands for even a few more copper coins in the county town.
Ji Yuan walked hurriedly on the official road. Although he had swallowed many pills, his face was still a little pale. It was estimated that he would need to rest for a long time before he could completely recover as before.
Along the way, the woodcutters, farmers, hunters, and herb gatherers all around looked at the little Taoist priest with kind eyes.
In the Dayu Dynasty, everyone from the nobles to the common people were very close to Taoism, and its state religion was even more famous as the most popular Taoist temple in the continent.
Looking at the outline of the city, Ji Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. He tightened the wrapping around his body and the ancient sword on his back, and then quickened his pace a little.
Walking all the way to the city gate, several officers and soldiers waved their hands to let him in without him taking out his identity card. In fact, he often went out of the city to collect herbs on weekdays, and he was already familiar with the people who defended the city.
"The Taoist priest looks a little bad, but he gained little from this trip?"
A soldier commander joked with a smile.
The officers and soldiers here all know that this is a little Taoist priest who is very obsessed with money. In the past, there were examples of people dragging people all the way from the mountains to the city for a medicinal herb.
So they may think that the only thing that can make this little Taoist priest look pale is that he is not making any money or even losing money.
Ji Yuan smiled and shook his head. He did not explain anything to the officers and soldiers. He just waved his hand to indicate that he should leave first.
From the wild mountains and forests to the official roads with few pedestrians, and then to the county towns filled with the smell of fireworks, the homesickness in the young Taoist priest's heart did not diminish at all, but became more intense.
Especially after what happened at Luohunpo, he wanted to go back to the Taoist temple immediately and lie down on that hard wooden bed.
So after walking through half of the county town and walking through an alley blocked from the sun by the old trees in the courtyard on both sides, the little Taoist priest stopped in his hurry.
Pushing the door in front of me, I found that the latch inside had not been removed. It was expected that the master and several senior brothers in the temple at this time would not have woken up from their sleep.
So Ji Yuan didn't knock on the door or call out, but stepped on the courtyard wall and climbed in easily.
The Taoist temple is called Xuantian Temple. It was once famous in the dynasty and even in the whole continent. However, it has been declining for hundreds of years and finally had to be moved to an inconspicuous and remote corner of the city.
In addition to the main hall, the entire Taoist temple only has a small courtyard on one side, with three or four simple huts in it, plus a stove for cooking. In the past, there was not much incense, and often only the elderly nearby would use it for several days.
fragrant.
Ji Yuan walked through the main hall where the statues were enshrined, kicked open the door of his own room, put the package and sword on his back, and lay down comfortably on the wooden bed.
Staying in a familiar environment, smelling the faint scent of medicine in the house, he couldn't help but recall what happened in Luohun Slope.
After he cut off Li Mufeng's life with a sword and exchanged a few words with Song He, the couple sent him away from Luo Hun Slope, which was shrouded by the formation.
During this period, the couple brought some gold, silver, and a few talismans, all of which were found from the bodies of Li Mufeng and his junior brothers and sisters.
It's just that he, who has always been scolded by his master for falling in the eyes of copper coins, shook his head and refused after pondering for a while. If he held this property in his hand, he would feel a little uncomfortable mentally.
As for those who practice Taoism, I think they pay the most attention to the maintenance of their state of mind.
As I thought about it, I couldn't help but think of the white jade flying sword, a precious spiritual treasure that even the powerful monks could not find in hiding.
He straightened up and sat up from the wooden bed, his index finger gently touched his eyebrows, and with a thought in his mind, a white jade flying sword flew out from the Zi Mansion.
Looking at the white jade flying sword spinning around him, Ji Yuan couldn't help but smile a little bitterly.
Originally, he did not intend to win this opportunity. After all, there were too many involved, including not only the great powers who instructed Mingyue Temple to take control of Luohunpo, but also the many great powers who fought in Qianyu City three hundred years ago.
Now he is just a monk in the early stage of enlightenment. Once such a huge cause and effect falls on him, at least he will die.
But in the end, Ji Yuan still obeyed his heart and responded to the closeness conveyed by the white jade flying sword.
"Sometimes, if you have too much luck, it may not be a good thing!"
The little Taoist priest glanced at the white jade flying sword spinning around him and couldn't help but sigh.
Suddenly, he slapped the flying sword out, hitting the wooden bed, and then pointed at the ancient sword on the tea table: "You said you want to live in my Zifu, why do you want to squeeze out the Yuanbao?
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When collecting the white jade flying sword last night, this little guy exuding a psychic aura, as soon as he entered the purple palace between his eyebrows, he forcefully squeezed out the ancient long sword.
It is strange to say that this sword, which is most likely the sword worn by the ancestor, and is now called Yuanbao by him, has honestly put away all the strange things, as if it was a coward who had taken over the house.
I didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction at all.
As Ji Yuan's accountability came to an end, before the white jade flying sword could fly up from the wooden bed, the long sword on the tea table made a soft sound, as if to say that he didn't care about this matter.
"Yuanbao, can you be of some use?"
He slapped his forehead, feeling a bit like he hated iron for not becoming steel.
Then he glanced at the cheerful white jade sword, and he couldn't help but look thoughtful. After a long time, he said quietly: "Since you have followed me, you must have a name."
"The sword owned by the ancestor is called Yuanbao, and the three treasures bought from the treasure are called copper coins, silver taels, and gold ingots..."
"Then you can call me Xiaobai!"
Ji Yuan chuckled and seemed very satisfied with his name. Only the White Jade Flying Sword seemed angry, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Finally, 'Xiao Bai' turned around in mid-air and stabbed the little Taoist between the eyebrows fiercely, then returned to the Zi Mansion to sulk alone.
Ji Yuan didn't care about this at all. Isn't this how Yuan Bao expressed his dissatisfaction when he got a new name?
But in the end it was not the same, and I chose to accept his name!
But then, as if he remembered something, he patted his eyebrows gently and called out the flying sword in Zifu: "By the way, leave that lantern for me."
The white jade flying sword trembled slightly, and the brilliance on the sword flickered, and a yellow paper lantern appeared out of thin air and landed on the wooden bed nearby. After doing this, it returned to the Zi Mansion angrily.
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Ji Yuan picked up the yellow paper lantern, and as soon as he picked it up, he could feel the few traces of spiritual energy remaining in it.
According to Song He, this is a magical artifact that is treasured in the Mingyue Temple Treasure House. It is in very good condition and has impressive power.
But the most important point is that this magical weapon not only has the ability to attack, but also ignites the spiritual energy in it on weekdays, and can also play a role in concentrating the mind. Whether it is for monks to meditate and breathe, or to refine weapons and elixirs, etc.
It can provide quite a bit of convenience.
But upon careful observation at this moment, he had a strange feeling, as if the things in his hands were not integrated.
Compared with the oil lamp inside, the material of the outer layer of the lantern is considered precious, but it is not something made by monks.
After thinking for a moment, Ji Yuan waved his hand, and the long sword on the tea table immediately unsheathed itself, and then fell steadily into his hand.
He held the long sword 'Yuan Bao' and slashed it down with one clean stroke, easily cutting off the outer lampshade, revealing a bronze oil lamp.
"As expected!"
Ji Yuan threw it away casually, and the sword returned to its sheath. He looked at the oil lamp in his hand, looking thoughtful.
He had noticed something wrong before. The lampshade and the oil lamp seemed to be a whole, but in fact they had no connection with each other. After cutting off the lampshade, the oil lamp inside was indeed not damaged at all.
This proves that the instrument itself has nothing to do with the lampshade, and its real body is one of the oil lamps. This chapter has been completed!
