Originally, this post station was an official post in the court, which only received officials and ordered soldiers. It was still peaceful for decades. Therefore, the postmasters and documents of these post stations all had a way to make money, and a private inn was openly opened in their own post stations.

Because the imperial court did not allocate much money to local inns, and with the exploitation of local officials, there were only a few small amounts of money in the hands of postmen, such local inns generally set off other ways of wealth, and the government also accused of this matter.

The inns opened by these station officials are mostly in barren mountains and ridges, but also on important roads that are connected to all directions, so the business is excellent and there are endless tourists who stay in the hotel.

The same is true for this Tiantai Post. The guest residence was built by the postmaster. The shopkeeper inside was a post station document, and accommodation was not expensive. Zhong Qi opened a room and only spent thirty cents.

The next morning, the sound of rooster crowing in the fifth hour of the Tiantai Post Office gradually woke up, awakening Zhong Qi who had fallen to the death for a night.

Looking out the window, it was getting whiter, Zhong Qi was not interested in sleeping. He got up, put on his clothes, fetched water and washed a little, then pulled the stick to open the door, stepped on the wooden staircase board on the second floor of the residence, and walked down the first floor.

The first floor is dozens of feet wide, with more than ten square tables placed, and several tables of merchants were sitting sparsely, eating breakfast and talking about their itinerary.

Zhong Qi walked straight to the counter with a peach wood stick, ordered a portion of porridge and two plates of pickles, sitting alone in the corner listening to everyone's conversation. After a while, the curtain of the corner corridor was lifted by the waiter, and the porridge was served to Zhong Qi.

It was just a bowl of corn porridge, served with a plate of sour cabbage and a plate of shredded radish, and Zhong Qi was also very sweet.

Looking at the sky getting brighter, I went up the counter to check out. I ate and drank last night, and collected a total of 70 cents. Zhong Qi paid the money and was about to turn around and walked, but the shopkeeper called me and said, "The Taoist priest should go with three or five friends and the passing merchants. This road is not very peaceful. I am alone, beware of being forced by the strong man who has been to the sword..."

But the shopkeeper was kind-hearted. Seeing that the sky was hazy, Zhong Qi was on the road alone, afraid that he would be attacked by bandits, so he invited him to wait for the follow-up merchants to gather some people and go there together.

Zhong Qi replied with a smile: "I have heard that those mountain lords and heroes of the green forest still have one that can't be robbed, no obstacles, no obstacles..."

After saying that, Zhong Qi turned around and pulled the stick away. The shopkeeper was not willing to say much, but just looked at Zhong Qi's back as he was leaving and shook his head silently.

The so-called ten not to rob is that some people claim to be heroes of the green forest and heroes of the rivers and lakes, but in fact they are several unwritten rules among the bandits, namely:

Don’t rob a car for funerals; monks, Taoists, nuns, Buddhists don’t rob a car; widows, widows, widows, orphans don’t rob a car; single night walkers don’t rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a rob a , etc.

The mountains were misty, and there were few pedestrians on the ancient Qinling Road. Zhong Qi walked with his staff for two or three miles, then took off the yellow gourd and drank two mouthfuls of strong wine.

The burning heat in the belly dispelled the coolness brought by the autumn wind in Xixi. After passing Tiantai Post, it was about forty miles away from Liangzhou.

Liangzhou belongs to the southern foot of the Qinling Mountains, with layers of mountains blocking it. After Tiantai Post, the mountains become increasingly steep and the mountains are stretching continuously.

Zhong Qi walked around the mountains and saw the towering Qinling Mountains, but he saw it: peaks and peaks, ancient roads, green pines and bamboos, green willows and green sakuras, strange rocks in the peaks and ridges, and birds singing among the cypresses and cypresses.

The winding road is divided into three forks here. One goes straight to the west, with a road of two or three wide, and the green cypresses on both sides. The other walks northward and the road of one goes straight to the depths of the Qinling Mountains, but it is the main road leading to Guanzhong.

The last one goes southwest, the road is 100,000 feet wide, and the mountains on both sides are smaller, but they are also tortuous and continuous. There are inscriptions on the side of the road leading to Liangzhou City.

Just as I was about to walk towards the southwest road, I suddenly realized that there were only a few pedestrians on the road, carrying bamboo baskets, carrying loads, or carrying bags, all surrounded them in all directions, and were looking at themselves with a cold look.

Seeing this, Zhong Qi felt a sank, and knew something was wrong. He hurriedly looked around the people with a stick and bowed, saying, "Are you good believers, block the road, what advice do you have..."

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight black shadows rushed out of the road around him. He was dressed as a warrior, wearing a short shirt, holding a knife and dancing a spear, and Yaya crossed and completely surrounded the surroundings.

Seeing that these people silently refused to answer, Zhong Qi was secretly alert, put one hand in his sleeve, clenched the Li stick with the other, and asked with a chuckling, "Good men, I am just a devastating Taoist who is a wandering begging for the sake of the wandering house and having no money on him. Please ask the mountain masters to be kind and let my Taoist live..."

After pondering for a while, the man in Ma-clothed clothes carrying the load in front of him dropped the load to the side of the road, bowed his hand to Zhong Qi and said in a deep voice: "Zhong Hongji, from Wushan Temple, our Master Maoshan is welcome, please follow us..."

"Maoshan Dharma Master... I have been practicing and learning Taoism in the mountains for many years. I have not followed the mortal world for a long time. I asked myself that I had not offended the nobles. Why is this so?" Zhong Qi was stunned when he heard this, and then replied with confusion. However, he had heard Maoshan as Maoshan, and was still in amazement and doubt in his heart.

The black-faced man in coarse linen did not answer when he heard this, but instead asked calmly: "You will go or not, just give me a message, so there is so much nonsense."

Seeing Zhong Qi nodding, everyone was sure of it, and they couldn't help but put down their weapons. Then they heard Zhong Qi reply with a smile: "Thank you all for your kind invitation, but I still have important things to do. Let's go and visit your master next time..."

When everyone heard this, they were furious, waved their weapons, and rushed up around Zhong Qi, with a chaotic cross, and the cold light shining.

Zhong Qi was neither yellow nor busy, but he just smiled and slapped his sleeves, and only heard a slight sound, a flash of fire on the ground, and then the whirlwind of clouds and smoke rose into the sky.

These eccles of the church themselves are just common people. Although they are holding swords and playing sticks, they are just mobs. How could they see such a formation of immortals? They immediately made everyone frightened and screamed.

The Yang Dao retreated, and after a moment the clouds and smoke dissipated. With a burst of laughter from the treetops on the roadside, the ground had already become empty, and there was no figure of Zhong Qi.

Everyone looked at each other, and the old man with a brown jacket carrying a bamboo basket said with some dissatisfaction: "Master Liu Xiang, why didn't you let me wait for a while? You have to have a first and then a guest. Now, we won't make a contribution, and we will be scolded in the altar..."

"The Master of Magic has long said that Zhong Hongji is able to kill the god general, and he must have extraordinary magical power. Now he is teaching him to escape by the clouds and smoke. How can he do anything?" The woman with a pleated skirt carrying a flower basket on the side also asked.

When the man in Mai heard the ridicule of everyone, he said with shame: "It's all my fault for not being able to make a mistake. If he had known that he had a strong magic power, he should have prepared more bow and arrow crossbowmen in the mountains. Oh... I'd better go to the master of the altar to report this matter first. What's the punishment? Just push it to me..."

All the people were speechless, but the old man carrying a bamboo basket comforted him: "It's time to come, so the incense master doesn't have to worry. In my opinion, this may be remedy..."

"What kind of tricks does Mr. Wang teach me..."

The old man said calmly: "I just saw that he wanted to go southwest, so I should not go to Guanzhong. I must go to Liangzhou. Hehe... Have you forgotten that our Maoshan altar is in Tiantai Mountain. As long as the Feige sends a letter, it means that the Taoist has been successfully driven to the direction of Tiantai Mountain by us..."

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However, Zhong Qi was surrounded by these people. Seeing that the enemy was full of power and possessed weapons, he did not dare to fight hard, so he was prepared during the conversation.

He reached into his sleeve and rubbed a wax ball, and flew out his sleeves. He immediately burst into flames and clouds and mists. Taking advantage of the chaos of the crowd, Zhong Qi had already used his body to lighten his body and flew up the willow treetops on the side of the road and fled along the forest several times.

The wax sealing ball is also a type of thunder ball. It only adds some Glauber's salt, Feiluo powder, etc., rub it and open the wax seal. When the gunpowder is burned, thick smoke can rise and the wind cannot dissipate.
Chapter completed!