The Monk

Chapter 881 Going to Qin

Zhang Awe curled his lips and said: "Whether I love you or not, it has nothing to do with me. I just say one thing, toss it gently. If it harms the life of Hailing, I will never rely on it." Ghost Ancestor smiled: "With your little cultivation, you can rely on it or not." So what?"

Zhang Weijing looked into the darkness with disdain, took out a piece of cooked meat and threw it over, saying: "Let's go." and backed away.

When I came to Wugu this time, I originally wanted to discuss a way to break the formation with the Ghost Ancestor, but if I could find the magic of the divine formation, it would be better than just guessing behind closed doors, so I decided to go to Qin.

Speaking of which, it would be more convenient to go to Long Wu to ask for the magic formula, but Long Wu is alone and has a big hatred. He doesn't know where to hide. It seems that he can only go to the front door to ask for it, or steal?

Even if there is nothing to gain from the main gate, if the formation master once had a bunch of disciples, there will always be someone who will pass down the formation techniques, and other sects should know the techniques. The Monk's Cave is so attractive, who would be willing to give it up so easily? Who is willing not to learn the magic of divine formation?

After making up his mind, he played with Hai Ling for a few days, Xiaoyao left the palace and the valley, and flew to Qin.

Qin State is located in the southwest of Qi State, with a population of more than two million. It is located among mountains. There are few places for people to live. In terms of scope, it is much smaller than Yue State. Because it is surrounded by high mountains and difficult roads, ordinary people rarely go out of the forest to go to the outside world. Only cultivators will fly out from time to time to visit friends in the mountains and seek the road to immortality.

This mountainous country is surrounded by mountains. Going through the mountains and forests in the south is the sea. Going to the northeast is Qi State. Going to the northwest is the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Zhang Ping had been to Qin before and stayed briefly in a place called Kaoshan Town. There was a royal tomb in the jungle eight hundred miles south of Kaoshan Town. When the Ghost Emperor was still alive, he fled here from the Holy Kingdom and was seriously injured. He seized the corpses in the mausoleum and turned into zombies to regain his strength. Because Zhang was afraid of unintentional arrival, he forced the Ghost Emperor to run away, which saved Qin a huge life. Disaster.

When he comes back this time, he comes to Kaoshan Town. Long Wu said that the cave of their master, the formation monk, was in the mountains southwest of the town.

Not long after I arrived at Kaoshan Town, I found that the town had not changed much. It was the same as before, with about 300 families living in it, and there was only an inn at the entrance of the town. Seeing that the sky was already dark, Zhang was afraid that he would not go into the mountains in the dark, so he went to the inn to take a rest.

He could live in the mountains and forests, but it would be too boring to be alone all the time. It would be better to listen to and watch ordinary people's family stories, which can be a bit lively and gain insights into life.

It had been too long since the last time he came to the inn. The owner of the inn had been replaced and the store had been repaired. To his surprise, the inn was no longer as deserted as before. The six tables in the room were full, and there were two others. Guests add tables outside the house.

There was plenty of food and wine on the table, but the eight guests at the table only tasted light drinks, and it was obvious that they were not thinking about eating and drinking.

As soon as Zhang Pancai appeared on the small road at the entrance of the town, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. More than 30 people at eight tables turned to look at him. Zhang Ping smiled slightly. There were thirty-six people sitting in the inn, divided into eight groups. They were not in harmony with each other, and no one talked to them. There are three groups of people in the guest room upstairs, one man, one woman, and two women. These people are all monks. Most of the people sitting downstairs are junior and intermediate foundation-building monks, and the four people in the room upstairs are high-level foundation-building monks.

Judging from the cultivation of these people, the strength of Qin's cultivation world is probably not as good as that of Yue, which seems a bit pitiful.

Seeing that the inn was full, Zhang Wen had no choice but to walk up to the counter and said, "Sir, please come and have a room." The innkeeper respectfully replied, "Sir, it's unfortunate that you're here. There are eleven rooms in the hotel. Even my room is full. There is really no room available. I apologize for not being able to accommodate you. "

Eleven rooms? There were not enough people in the lobby at this time, so Zhang walked out to the town for fear of saying something.

There are more than 300 households in the town. Although there is only one inn, there is also a restaurant located in the middle of the town. When his consciousness swept over it, he saw that the store was smaller than an inn. It is precisely because of the small size that there are three tables of guests drinking old wine and gossiping. The food is very small and the wine is a little more. It is just for the sake of convenience and excitement.

Zhang was afraid that these monks would doubt him, so he lazily walked into a small restaurant in the center of the town and sat down, ordering something casually without eating, just sitting in a daze.

He refused to eat and said nothing, but the guests at the three tables around him were drinking and talking. One of them said to the shopkeeper: "Heizi, are you envious? Lao Qian's house has been full for several months in a row. I heard that counting money is too troublesome, so it has been changed." It’s like gold.”

Shopkeeper Heizi smiled and replied: "It's all fate. There are only a few people staying in that place a year. Who would have thought that so many guests would come all at once. We don't have that fate." As he said this, there was a look in his eyes. Revealing unwillingness.

They talked about theirs, but Zhang was afraid that he would just stare at the food and wine without talking. But everyone in the restaurant was familiar with him, so someone changed the topic to him, and someone asked: "Little brother, where are you from?"

Zhang Ain raised his head and looked at the speaker. At this time, dozens of people in the inn were paying attention to him, doubting his purpose of coming here. Zhang didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he casually replied: "I came around from the forest."

He didn't tell lies, so he replied vaguely. He didn't want anyone to smooth things over for him, so he answered: "Isn't this a detour? The road to Lincheng is blocked. If you want to go into the city to sell some mountain goods, you can't. If there is no road, I'm so hungry." Dead." The person at the table laughed at me: "How can you starve to death? Who in this town doesn't know that you are from a wealthy family, and the money for the drink is yours."

The man smiled and argued: "I don't come from a wealthy family. Be careful not to let Wang Laocai hear. I don't want to offend anyone."

"I'm afraid he will do something, but he can't eat you." Another person said contemptuously. This group of drinkers only said one thing about Zhang Wei, and then turned the conversation back to their own people and talked happily.

Everyone in the Zhenkou Inn searched for Zhang Awei for a long time, but found nothing. They decided that he was an ordinary person, so they gradually withdrew their consciousness and continued to sit around in boredom.

These people are disciples of the major cultivation sects in the Qin State. They are responsible for monitoring the surrounding environment, but if any abnormality is discovered, they must notify the teacher. As for their master, he was lurking somewhere in the mountains thinking about something that the lower-level disciples didn't understand.

Zhang Pingquan didn't care about them, nor did he care what the sect behind them was doing, whether it was breaking the Dongfu magic circle.

Thousands of years have passed, and these people have still not been able to understand the general guide of the divine formation outside the cave. Can they understand it in just a few days? What's more, he also doesn't care about the things in the cave. The first is someone else's, and the second is that a cultivator who has just advanced to the level of God, even if he has some magic weapons, how can he compare with Zhang Ai? What he wants is to master the magic of the divine formation.

Listening to the idle chatter around him, Zhang Wen asked the shopkeeper: "Is there any room available? Allow me to stay overnight." The shopkeeper replied: "It's such a big store, with a kitchen and a small living room behind it. There is really no spare room. "The shop is too small, there is no stable or woodshed, and there is no place to stay if you want to spend the night.

A table of idle men at the side heard Zhang Ain's question, and one of them said to another tall man: "Isn't your home a space room? Let's lend it out and collect some rent money, and exchange it for wine tomorrow."

The man was really tempted. He turned his head and came over and asked, "I have three rooms in my house, and I still have a spare room. Can you move in? It's only ten bucks." After he finished speaking, the man next to him who spoke first said, "Ten bucks." The money is enough for food and stuff.”

The shopkeeper interjected: "That's not a small tone. You can't even look down on ten big bucks? When have you ever spent twenty bucks on me?" He turned to Zhang Awei and said, "Don't listen to the nonsense of those drunkards, my dear." If Guanji really pays ten grand, I can run errands and ask questions for the guest. Don’t worry about it, I can always deal with it for one night, so I won’t sleep on the road.”

The shopkeeper's words excited the guests at the table. The man who had an empty room at home stood up and said: "Heizi, I'm telling you this, I don't want any money anymore. Brother, if you don't mind, come with me later and live for free. We won't." It’s a big deal, don’t say stay for one night, it’s okay for three to five days, you can stay there as you like.”

The shopkeeper glared and said, "Don't just drink some wine to get high. You're fine. How can you tell your mother-in-law when you go back? How dare you recruit people at home? You just feel uncomfortable."

Firstly, the man wanted to drink to get better, and secondly, he wanted to save face. He couldn't be said in public that he was afraid of his family, so he stopped drinking. He came over and picked up Zhang Awei and said, "Today you are staying at my house. You don't need any money." Let’s go, let’s go now.” Pull him out of the restaurant and walk towards the east path. The shopkeeper shouted hurriedly: "We haven't paid the bill yet," the man replied loudly: "I'll pay it tomorrow." Zhang Ai wanted to pay the bill, but after hearing what the man said, he thought it would be settled tomorrow, so he left without paying the bill. .

When things have developed to this point, the monks in the inn no longer have any doubts about Zhang Ai. As for themselves, they have no way of dealing with ordinary people, let alone staying in a countryman's home. How can any monk be willing to do this? Little did he know that Zhang Fear was the only exception among thousands of cultivators, so he allowed the man to drag him away without resisting.

The man lives a little far away, a thousand meters away. A man talks big words in front of everyone under the influence of alcohol. When he walks out of the restaurant, let the wind blow and wake up. If his heart is broken, what will he do when he returns home? The mother-in-law at home is more terrifying than a tiger. If she brings a stranger back, she won't want to sleep tonight.

With this thought in his mind, his pace naturally slowed down, hesitating whether to tell the truth to Zhang Afraid, or to refuse, or lead him to someone else's house to spend the night.

Zhang was afraid to see him worried, so he secretly laughed in his heart, took out a five-tael silver ingot with his backhand and said, "Thank you for taking me in. He is a man. We already know each other. This small amount of money can be used as housing expenses, so I'll keep it first." ”

"What's the point of this? It's too much." But the five taels of silver caught the man's eyes and made him reluctant to leave.

Zhang Fing said: "Just take it, is it too little?"

The man replied: "How can you think it's too little? I just said I won't charge you any money. It's free. It's free! What's the deal with you giving me money? It won't sound good if it spreads." Seeing that Zhang Wen was so generous, the man felt embarrassed. Driving him out, he gritted his teeth secretly and accepted it even if he was scolded by his mother-in-law. He said hello: "Go a few steps quickly. Turn right ahead and you will find my house."