Chu Qing'er, who was fleeing, hurriedly landed in the backyard of a farmer. When she climbed over the wall and came out, she had changed her appearance.
Wearing a dusty black suit, with a lot of padding on both sides of the shoulders, he has a fierce middle-aged man with a dirty face, a full beard, messy hair tied up in a bun casually, wearing a straw hat, and hanging around his waist.
A wine gourd that was shiny with rubbing, and wearing a pair of men's cloth shoes with worn-out heels, with wood chips added inside to make them fit.
Holding a sword in his hand on his shoulder, he walked on the official road and headed towards the town in a swagger.
Several waves of monks flew through the air, and some glanced at them, but she bravely pretended as if nothing had happened.
Entering the town, she found three tourists shouting in front of the notice wall on the roadside. She went over and took a look, which almost made her break into a cold sweat. Suddenly, there was an ink portrait of her posted on it, which was absolutely like her.
The passers-by onlookers commented and laughed loudly, all gearing up to catch this female thief with a huge bounty.
The action was so fast, even her sea fishing portrait was posted.
Fortunately, Master helped her prepare a human skin mask and some outfits in her storage bag, otherwise she would have been unable to move.
"Come here and show the road sign! Where are you coming from and where are you going?"
A bearded wanderer didn't like the bearded man passing by and scolded him, trying to find some trouble.
Chu Qing'er took out the road guide she had prepared in advance from her sleeve, handed it over, and used some tricks to successfully pass the test. She gave ten copper coins as a benefit and asked You Xi to come forward to help her find a horse and carriage dealer in the town to rent a car.
A simple donkey cart is driven by the driver to the nearest pier.
Master helped her plan the next journey.
She wanted to take the water route first to the Confucian territory of Daying in the east, then go in the opposite direction, and then make a long circle back to Daliang in the west.
It took half a year longer, but it was safe on the road, so it was just an experience.
Zhang Wenfeng, who was in charge of Baihuling, was not idle. He offered to paint a batch of portraits and post them all over the nearby counties. However, three days passed and there was no news about the sorcerer nun.
Even an expert can't deduce his whereabouts.
Three more days later, everyone who expanded the search area countless times, each with their own things to do and couldn't spend too much time on a witch nun, went back one after another. They could only tighten up internally and loosen up externally, and mobilize various places to continue to strengthen the investigation of strangers.
Zhang Wenfeng said goodbye to Shi Huaian, who was responsible for the matter, and set out on his way home with Mo Ye.
He has already read and signed the application file, and Shi Huaian will submit it when the time comes.
After crossing the Yaxi River and arriving at Xihezhou Town, Zhang Wenfeng strolled around the simple and old town streets for a while, bought some stuffed toys for Mo Yesin, and said, "I'm going to visit a friend at Qingshui Temple in Xitou, and I'll be delayed for two days."
In an hour, Mo Ye, will you go with me or play in the town?"
He knew that Mo Ye had no interest in Taoist temples and would not go up the mountain even if he went there.
Mo Ye played with the doll, glanced in the direction of the river embankment, and said, "I'll wait for you in the town."
The two went their separate ways. Zhang Wenfeng deliberately went around to the center of the town. The Red Courtyard, which had been destroyed by the wizards last winter, was rebuilt on the original ruins. Traces of sorrow and suffering were carved on a piece of land to the west of the town office.
The densely packed names on the high stone tablet represent the lives that have passed away.
Zhang Wenfeng walked around the stone tablet that was smoked black and yellow by incense, and then walked towards the west alley.
I heard an old man's confused voice coming from behind, "...it seems to be Taoist Zhang who did the work last year?"
He quickened his pace and left, asking Chen Qingqiao to borrow a bamboo hat to cover himself later.
Mo Ye walked eastward along the river embankment. The Yaxi River in front of him was actually less than a hundred miles away from Baihu Ridge.
As far as her eyes could see, she saw various fishing boats and ferries on hundreds of miles of water, most of which were worshiping different styles of river god Hebo. The incense of one of them was dedicated to the Earth God who was thrown into the underworld, accounting for about 30% of it.
Most of the other incense has become rootless wild duckweed, wandering without knowing where to go.
People on the water believe in the river god and water god. This is an old rule passed down from ancestors and will not be eliminated just because the imperial court prohibits it.
Over time, local officials turned a blind eye.
Mo Ye walked to a deserted place under the shade of an uninhabited tree, reached out his hand and grabbed it into the void, and photographed a group of ghost figures.
Under the shade of a small tree, another world was formed, and the ghostly figure bowed to the ground and saluted: "I bow to His Highness the Night King!"
"A few days ago, I threw a remnant soul from the earth into the underworld. You personally led him to the fifth hall and let him reincarnate as a human being without special care. Go!"
"Subordinates take orders! Subordinates bow down!"
The ghost disappeared into the ground.
Mo Ye looked up at the sky, frowned slightly, took off the hairpin on his head and threw it in the direction of Guizailing in the southwest.
The "giant eye" that looks toward the sky leads to Guizailing.
The next moment, Mo Ye disappeared, and the cold air that covered the trees was completely dissipated.
Zhang Wenfeng, who had just finished burning incense and sat down to drink tea at Qingshui Temple, looked slightly startled, then stood up and clasped his fists apologetically: "Master Chen, please forgive me, I have to take a step forward today if I have something to do. I will come back to visit you when I have free time next time!"
"Ah, are you in such a hurry? You can leave after lunch. You haven't even said a few words."
"There is indeed something going on today, Guanzhu Chen, take care!"
Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the side hall door and hurried down the mountain. Chen Qingqiao, who followed behind him, was puzzled. He hugged his fists and said goodbye, but it was inconvenient to ask more questions.
At the foot of the mountain, Zhang Wenfeng felt that the shadow color deepened slightly, and then returned to normal.
"I hid in your shadow for a few days and was almost discovered."
Mo Ye's voice came, but she didn't explain in detail what happened.
Zhang Wenfeng walked to the country road with a calm and calm expression. He would not ask too much about what happened. Mo Ye had his own reasons for doing this. After getting along for such a long time, the two of them had a somewhat tacit understanding and harmony with each other.
During the harvest season, there are many busy men, women and children in the fields.
There is an attractive fruity aroma floating in the air, and the heavy ears of rice are gradually turning yellow. It is very joyful to look at the large tracts.
When we returned to Xianling Temple, the sun was tilted towards the south, and it was not yet time for school to end at Qingzheng Villa.
After not coming back for six or seven days, Zhang Wenfeng first inspected the fields of spiritual grass and the growth of spiritual rice. He heard the braying of a donkey, and the donkey was running across the water from the forest to the west carrying Hu Qiang'er.
The donkey talked a lot and barked from afar: "Guanzhu, you have to go back. If you don't come back, I will break through and be promoted. A few days ago, I heard from the second senior brother that you went to Xiahe County next door to handle a case.
How is it? Are you still going?"
"I'm not going. Are you sure you can break through? How about you spend more time stabilizing and honing your skills?"
Zhang Wenfeng greeted the little demon who jumped off the donkey's back and saluted, then patted the donkey's back and asked.
"I've been waiting for you to come back, haven't I? As long as you help me, Master, it shouldn't be a big problem to break through. If I break through on my own, I'll definitely have to wait half a year before it's safe."
"Oh, how can I help you?"
Zhang Wenfeng is quite curious. He can also help the donkey break through the situation. This is a new discovery.
"Isn't the corn plant about to be harvested? Then the leaves and straw will be chopped into pieces and mixed with ingredients so that I can eat two more meals. Isn't it a strenuous job to break through the realm..."
"Bah!"
Zhang Wenfeng slapped the foodie on the butt, interrupted his squawk, and said, "Speak to the important point, don't talk nonsense!"
"Okay, okay, let's get to the point. I found that a certain kind of sutra that you recited, Guanzhu, can make me especially calm down. What I mean is that when I was in trouble, Guanzhu, you were there to recite sutras and pray for me.
"
The donkey's eyes shone with light. He thought about it for several days and felt that this method was feasible.