I walked two or three miles east along the road, but this time I was indeed taking the right path. There were gradually people going to the market on the rural road.

Passers-by in groups of three or three saw Zhong Qiyi wearing a torn robe, his left arm was covered in blood and his face showed curiosity.

But they all avoided Zhong Qi's journey, for fear that he was a murderous man who was traveling around the world and was being hunted down, so they did not dare to get close to him, so they would not cause trouble.

Zhong Qi pulled his sleeves to wrap his wounds, and saw an old man carrying firewood on the rural road slowly walking, his hair and beard were white, he was wearing a brown dress, a scarf, four knots of cherry blossoms, black strips on his waist, and thatched ear shoes. He was carrying a load of firewood and firewood, and he came singing:

"The hut was covered by several rafters under the mountain, and the pine, bamboo, plum and orchid were so cute. I went through the forest and the ridge to find dry firewood. No one was surprised. I sold it from me, and it was less or more to the world.

I buy money and wine as I like, and I am free to buy tiles and bowls. I lie in the pine shade with no worries or benefits. I don’t care whether the prosperity or failure of the world is…”

After hearing the sound, Zhong Qi hurriedly walked to the old man a few steps, bowed and bowed, "My father-in-law, I am polite here..."

"The Taoist is so polite. Is there any difficulty in calling the old man? But please tell me..." This old man is different from the ordinary old man in the countryside. His eyes are clear and his mouth is clear. He looked at Zhong Qi for a while after hearing this, put down the Chai Firm and bowed back to the courtesy.

"I wonder if my father-in-law, where is the area here? How far is it to Erlang Town and Wushan Temple? Is there a way to get there?"

The old man stroked his black beard and replied with a smile, "This is Jiulizhi, which is under the jurisdiction of Gucheng County. Is it from Erlang Town... It should be 14 or 5 miles away?"

After the old man said that, he pointed to Zhong Qi in the direction he came, "Walk along this road for three miles, there is a small path, walk in and walk through the edge of the small west mountain, walk five or six miles, cross a stone bridge, and walk three or five miles east, and it is Erlang Town..."

Zhong Qi was so angry that he heard this. When would he go back so many twists and turns? He touched his left arm with a stiff and numb wound and asked the old man: "Brother-in-law...what are there any villages or village markets nearby?"

The old man glanced at Zhong Qi's tightly wrapped left arm, his face showed a sudden look, and he pondered for a moment:

"From here two or three miles forward, it's Jiuli Road. That side is a patrol post. Today is the market. I also carry firewood to sell the old man. If the Taoist priest doesn't dislike the clumsy man, let's go with him..."

Zhong Qi was happy when he heard this, and nodded quickly. The old man smiled and said, "The Taoist priest, let's go with the old man."

After the old man said that, he squatted down and placed the shoulder pole on his shoulder. Zhong Qi helped lift the firewood and followed the old man to the market.

The old man couldn't walk fast even with the firewood. Zhong Qi and he were behind him and walked forward along the rural road. The two also chatted and talked, and told each other about their names and names. The old man claimed his surname was Peng, and Zhong Qi called him Mr. Peng.

"Old Peng, what song you sang just now? It seems to have a free and unrestrained meaning, which is also in line with my Taoist thoughts..." Zhong Qi followed behind and walked forward with deep and shallow feet, asking tentatively.

At this time, most people in the countryside have different logics and ignorant people. There are few such poems as Mr. Peng, who have clear eyes, straight back and straight back, and who can sing such literary and upright poems.

Mr. Peng picked up Chai in front and replied without looking back: "Master, are you talking about the song "The Fairy of Heaven" just now?"

"Celestial Immortal? Oh... It turns out that it is called Tianxian..." Zhong Qi was shocked when he heard the word Tianxian. He was shocked. Tianxian is the supreme Mahayana of the immortal family. He was called Daluo Immortal in the Tao and was called Dajue Immortal in the Buddha, which is extraordinary for ordinary people.

Mr. Peng also turned around at this time, pointed to the inspection department that was faintly visible in front of him, and showed off with some pride: "It's just that Jiuli Road, there is a Mr. Zhou, who is Wenquxing, who has descended to earth."

Zhong Qi was stunned, just wondering what it had to do with Mr. Zhou Da. As for the so-called stars descending to earth, he should be laughing at him.

After all, in ancient times, there were many people who followed the crowd and were ignorant and superstitious. However, some people in the countryside showed a little extraordinary. They were either beaten to be reincarnated as a monster and burned to death with fire, or they were said to be a certain god descending to earth.

Besides, Wenquxing’s reincarnation must be the top scholar. Zhong Qi has lived in Gucheng for a long time, but he has never heard of a top scholar in this county.

Seeing that he looked disbelief, Old Man Peng stroked his beard and said, "It is rumored that he can speak at the age of three and write poetry at the age of seven. He has been literary since he was a child. He was a child at the age of twelve, and was a scholar at the age of fifteen..."

"It was only later that the court was stupid and he failed many times. Later, he settled in Gucheng and became a hermit. This poem was taught by him. He said that I was full of tricks and ignorance, so he asked me to recite it every day, understand my own meaning, and be pure and less troubles..."

Zhong Qihan laughed and said nothing, just signaling the old man to leave quickly. When the old man saw this, he shook his head and carried the load of firewood and continued to go to the market ahead.

Although the nine-li path is not big, there are hundreds of families within a radius of dozens of miles. The imperial inspection department is here. People go to the market every day.

Today is the day to go to the market. The crowds of people in the village were full of farmers and common people in the nearby villages. Zhong Qi was not in a penny. When he saw the banners hanging in several taverns, he couldn't feel the greed aroused.

But I had no money to pay, and the poisonous wounds were sour and itchy, so I had to give up and follow Peng Laojiao and enter the yard.

After passing a few small stalls, a row of green tiled houses stood in the yard, the middle one was the most gorgeous, with a plaque written on it: Jiulizhi Inspection Department, two stone squatting outside, standing at the door, a soap-coat man wearing a purplish head, a flower feather, holding an iron ruler and a waist knife, a majestic.

Old man Peng ordered Zhong Qi to wait for a moment, so he went forward to say hello to the official at the door and walked in with firewood.

After a cup of tea, Old Man Peng counted a handful of green money in his hand and smiled and left the inspection office.

"Master Hongji, this place is Jiulijie Market. Does the Taoist priest have any instructions? If not, the old man will say goodbye first." Old man Peng bowed to Zhong Qi and said.

Zhong Qi bowed his head and returned the greeting, and replied: "If you have a hard time, I will be grateful. I don't know where the old man lives. I will be able to repay you in the future."

"What a small matter, what's the point? There is a Wutongli area in the east of Jiuli Road. It's just an old man's room. If Mr. Hongji doesn't dislike it, he can come and rest and drink tea when he returns."

Old Man Peng smiled and waved his hand, took two steps and stopped again, and said meaningfully, "Master Hongji, if you have any difficulties, just go to the fangzhong to find the scholar Zhou, and mention the old man, my name is, they are all fellow passers-by, don't be polite..."

Zhong Qi was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Old Man Peng gradually coming into the crowd, and said to himself: "This old man is definitely not an ordinary rural old man, what do you mean by his fellow travelers..."

I thought I couldn't get the idea for a while, so I had to put it aside. It was important to think about how to treat the injury. I was thinking about it, but a yamen runner came out on the steps of the inspection department and called Zhong Qi, saying, "That Taoist can stay, please stay..."

"Immortal Life Blessing, I'm calling me to stop me, what advice do you have?" Zhong Qi's heart trembled when he saw a large and thick inspector in leather armor running out of the yamen.

"Dao you dare to ask the Taoist, can you transform into Jiulong Water?" The bowman asked anxiously with a fist.

When he heard the Nine Dragon Water, Zhong Qi felt relieved. As long as he didn't check his household registration, he learned the Dharma teachings, the teachings of the secrets in his previous life, and could not draw the Nine Dragon Water. He replied seriously: "I can draw Nine Dragon Water, the Snow Mountain Water, I just dare to ask what the use of Nine Dragon Water is for?"

The so-called Nine Dragon Water, also known as Nine Dragon Bone Water, is a magical art that also requires a certain degree of real skill, with internal and external differences.

The outer Nine Dragon Water is mixed with secret medicine and talisman paper. The talisman is drawn with cinnabar. It is burned into talisman ashes and mixed into clear water. Ordinary mermaid bones, bone spurs and other bones are stuck in the throat. As long as you drink the talisman water, it can be transformed in a short while.

The inner nine dragon water is used by the mage Duan Gong's fighting technique, so it requires real kung fu practice since childhood. Zhong Qi's previous life used the inner nine dragon water because he treated foreigners' illnesses, because Duan Gong's Yin and Yang movement has its own set of rules.

If each disciple of a monk does not open a mountain to set up a cabinet, he can only wait for the master to die and inherit the territory of believers, or the capable disciples, who inherit the true Dharma Seal, the territory of believers, or the ability to set up a cabinet on their own, so the monks have territories, either a village, a town, or a town.

The rituals of believers in other mages in the township are broken, but in fact they are robbing business. If an alien mage angers the local mages, they will start a fight.

The mage naturally won’t fight against some tricks and other things that fool fool the fools. They fight hard since childhood, such as climbing a knife ladder, going down a carbon pool, boiling oil pan, stepping on a fire plow, swallowing chopsticks, or cutting hands, cutting heads, cutting off your belly and immortality to determine the outcome.

The winner cheers for the people and has a large number of believers, while the loser loses his face and can only retreat in shame and find another territory. Therefore, the two methods will set up the altar in public and invite the people to watch. The most used method is the inner Jiulong Bone Transformation Method.

The mage cut the chopsticks, bamboo sticks and other items into three pieces in public, and used a bowl of water to put three pieces of bamboo sticks with pointed ends, burned them into the water, and mixed water to swallow the bamboo sticks into the belly.

This is actually true kung fu, which is very dangerous. You must practice sword swallowing, elixir and other magic since childhood to keep your head raising your head in a straight line (so you must hold your head up to swallow your sword, and you cannot swallow it flat). The bamboo stick will not scratch the throat and intestines, and it will directly enter the stomach with water, and then use secret medicine to dissolve it.

Without talking about it, the bowman heard Zhong Qi's words and said happily: "It was my inspector who was stuck in the throat with a fish bone. The doctor in the clinic had no choice but to condemn me to come out and find a Taoist who can draw the Jiulong Water to rescue him."

"Oh... I don't know where the inspector is now..." Zhong Qi was also happy. This was really sleepy and someone gave him a pillow. He was worried that there was no place to show his holy place to make some money or glutinous rice to treat corpse poison. The inspector's fish bones were stuck.

"The master is in Guancheng Village, please ask the Taoist priest to come with me..." The bowman bowed.
Chapter completed!