Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 359
"Tsk tsk..."

Xin Ziqiu sucked his teeth and felt a bit of a headache. He didn't expect to encounter a big problem just after arriving in the capital.

According to the old man in front of him, this road guide from the Ming Dynasty actually had its own anti-counterfeit protection. It seems that if you want to rely on silver dollars to open the way, it is impossible to fool around.

And looking at the fully armed posture of the defenders at the Yongdingmen Pass, one can imagine that the management of Yanjing City must be very strict.

This problem must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise, the movement in this dangerous place will be restricted, and it will be almost like waiting for death.

Of course, he didn't have other options.

For example, using the rule of "forget" to make the guards of the city gate forget his existence, or using the rule of "robbing" to snatch the identity of a good citizen can make him pass through Yongding Gate smoothly.

However, Xin Ziqiu only had three powers of rules left in his hands, and he had to stay to deal with other walkers. The cost of doing so was too high, and the gain outweighed the loss.

"I'm sorry, young man, this money... hehe... You should take it back. The world is not peaceful, so don't reveal your money. Besides, you are too reckless, and you don't even provide a guide when you go out. If you let the inspector The people from the procuratorate have made random checks, why don't they arrest you and beat you to death? I advise you, where did you come from and where do you go back? Although the Supervising Division meeting is lively, it's not worth your life."

Hearing the old man's naive voice, Xin Ziqiu came back to his senses. He raised his eyebrows, and instead of taking back the silver dollar in his hand, he pushed it away and said with a smile:

"Brother, there is no reason to take back the money that was taken out. You take it, don't be polite, let's make friends. Tell me, what is this supervisory conference..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of Taoist priests in blue robes, golden hairpins, and water and fire silk belts walking past him.

They did not line up in order like ordinary people, but walked straight towards Yongdingmen with solemn expressions.

Xin Ziqiu was deeply curious, swallowed the last part of his words, and paid them a salute, only to see the Taoist priests enter the Yongding Gate swaggeringly, and the soldiers stationed there respectfully let them go without even asking. past.

"Hey, let me tell you, brother, how did those Taoist priests enter the city without a guide?"

The old man poked his neck to look around, and replied naturally:

"Hey, didn't you see, they are real people who have become monks, all of them are living gods, of course they don't need guides. According to my guess, these mages probably came to participate in the Tiansi Conference. There are many in the capital."

Xin Ziqiu's eyes lit up:
"Strange person? So there are really people who don't need a guide when they go out?"

The old man smiled and said:

"Of course, all the gods and aliens are great figures. If it weren't for them back then, the people of our Ming Dynasty would have become subjugated slaves long ago. Let alone guides, no matter where they go, there will always be country gentry and rich lords queuing up For enshrining, even the relatives of the emperor and the relatives of the country should respect them three points, they are truly superior..."

The old man's eyes were filled with admiration and admiration from the bottom of his heart, but in the middle of his words, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He glanced at Xin Ziqiu, coughed, and reminded him:
"Hey, boy, don't make a wrong idea. Those are all great masters, and they all have magic weapons. You are an ordinary person, don't just pretend to be them to cheat by changing clothes. Lie to drink, if you are caught, you will be beheaded."

Xin Ziqiu smiled awkwardly:
"Where can it be? Brother, what is this Tiansi Conference? Can you tell me about it?"

The old man raised Lao Gao's eyebrows and widened his eyes. He looked at Xin Ziqiu warily, and said:

"You don't know about the Tiansi Conference? Young man, I think you are dressed in a strange way. Could it be that you are not a citizen of my Ming Dynasty, but come from an overseas island country?"

Xin Ziqiu grinned noncommittally, pushed his hand, and quickly stuffed the silver dollar into the opponent's hand.

Although I can't buy a guide, but I have just arrived, my eyes are darkened, and I just need to find someone to find out the truth.

As for the money, he didn't care about it.

For the sake of the shiny silver, the old man didn't ask any more questions, but with a swipe of his hand, he put the silver dollar in his sleeve without a trace, and then patiently explained to him:

"Jiantiansi is the yamen of our Ming court to manage all kinds of aliens. Every five years, they will hold a grand meeting in the capital, inviting all sects and factions from all over the world to participate. At that time, the new leader of the aliens will be selected. , and select people with both ability and political integrity from among them, and add them to the Supervision Department to serve the country."

"For us ordinary people, it is also a rare opportunity to open our eyes. Old man, I also want to take advantage of this opportunity to do some small business, make a small fortune, and subsidize the family."

He pointed to the long queue in front of him:

"Look at the people who push the carts, they probably have the same idea as me. They want to set up a stall to make money when the capital is crowded with people."

Xin Ziqiu glanced at it mentally, and then noticed that the package on the old man's back was full of handmade gadgets. It is estimated that this Jiantiansi meeting is about the same as the temple fairs in the past.

He went on to ask:

"Brother, do you know what organizations and sects these aliens have? How do the government distinguish them? According to what you said, it shouldn't be possible for anyone to shave their head and wear a Taoist robe to call themselves an alien. "

The old man grinned and shook his head like a rattle:
"We are ordinary people, how can we know this?"

Then, he blinked Xiao Baozi's eyes, then leaned into Xin Ziqiu's ear and whispered:

"However, I heard that there are not only monks and Taoist priests among the aliens, but also some special sects. We don't understand if there are too many. It's quite evil anyway."

"Evil door? What kind of evil method?"

The old man took a breath, and said a little embarrassedly:
"Hey... how do you say this? I haven't seen it with my own eyes. It is said that some aliens don't worship Sanqing or Buddha, but specialize in some weird gods. Some people in our village have seen them hold ceremonies. Look Just listen to the scary..."

Xin Ziqiu frowned, remembering the Faceless Immortal he had seen in the ghost market, and wondered if it had anything to do with the so-called "foreigner".

While the two were talking, the line was also advancing, and seeing that it was almost at the gate of the city, Xin Ziqiu suddenly held his stomach and said:

"Brother, I'm in a hurry, find a place to make it easier, let's talk later."

As he said that, he turned around and left, and disappeared in a trot.

Until the sun was high, the people in the long line at the city gate changed one after another, but the fat man with the yellow hair never appeared again.

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(End of this chapter)