ninety thousand miles

Chapter 99

Wen Guying also said: "The injuries on the spirits of the public junior brother and the other junior brothers have almost been relieved after listening to the sound of the Tianyin pot. When their cultivation base improves, they will be completely fine."

This is good news, Li Chuan heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "I should have let Brother Jin stay for a while longer." He raised his eyes to Wen Guying, "Then I'll knock on the Tianyin pot for him later, will it be useful?"

"Of course it works." Wen Guying affirmed Li Chuan's guess.

"That's good." Li Chuan decided that when he returned to Xiushan County and finished the matter, he would take a trip to the capital and knock on the pot.He calculated the time in his mind, and then he had to go to the Xuantai Spiritual Light Association. The time was a little tight, and he probably couldn't go back to Yunqiao Township to rest for a few days in the middle.

Think a little bit.

Before going to the capital, let's go back and rest for a few days.

So he asked Wen Guying: "Does the fairy boat of the Four Gods Palace have a base in or near the capital?"

Wen Guying understood Li Chuan's plan as soon as he heard it. He said: "Of course you can't go directly to the capital, but I can take you to Feiyang County, which is about two or three days away from the capital by horse-drawn carriage. Junior brother Gong and Junior Brother Pang You all know the location, and then you can just show the Skylark Knot."

As he spoke, Wen Guying took out another package from his sleeve, opened it, and shook out a dusty cloak from inside.

He said: "This magic weapon was originally made by the Dragon King of the North Sea for his little daughter, and his little daughter is a mortal..."

"How could the Dragon King's daughter be a mortal?" Li Chuan was a little puzzled.

"Reincarnated." Wen Guying explained.

"so……"

Wen Guying continued to say: "This cloak can hide the breath. From the perspective of defense, the immortal can't block it with a single blow, and I can't penetrate it with a full blow."

Although Li Chuan doesn't know exactly what kind of strength Wen Guying is, but judging from the praise of Yaoxiu and the disciples of Sishen Palace, he should be ranked in the Taoist sect.

He immediately felt the full sense of security brought by the cloak.

Wen Guying also said: "It can also avoid water and dust, but it has no other functions. Therefore, although many precious materials are used and the refining techniques are very clever, it can only be regarded as a top-grade magic weapon."

On the contrary, Li Chuan thought it was very suitable and said, "For me, it is a fairy product."

Every time he used the "Jing Jing" to block it, he was actually quite guilty.

Wen Guying said with a smile: "Brother Li thinks it's good. It's a few days late because I found a refiner to refine it again and changed its style. After all, it was originally worn by girls. It's bright red, and the top is red." It is embroidered with many flowers and adorned with colorful gems..."

"Good modification, good modification..." Li Chuan hurriedly said, "The current style is just right for me."

Li Chuan took the cloak and put it on immediately.

The second and third looked at it, and said yes in unison.

A few days later, after Wen Gu had finished with the matter at hand, they returned to Xiushan County together.

Li Chuan and Wen Guying divided into two groups. Wen Guying went to get the Wuxiang Ring, and then thoroughly purified Xialin Mountain; while Li Chuan went to the Yamen to find Liu Canjun, and closed the case.

When Liu Canjun saw Li Chuan, he kept saying: "Brother Li, you are finally back! Why are you alone? Where is Lord Jin? Where are Guan Zhongqiu and Daoist Wen? By the way, Xialinshan disappeared for more than a month. What? Rumors have spread, and the county guard has come to me several times to ask what is going on with this matter. I don’t know, so I can only deal with it reluctantly.”

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's settled," Li Chuan reassured Liu Canjun, and said, "Brother Jin is going back to Qin Tianjian first. Daoist Wen is in Xiushan County right now. It is estimated that today will be tomorrow at the latest. Lin Shan will be able to see the light of day again."

Hearing this, Liu Canjun heaved a sigh of relief.

He asked again: "What about the Mid-Autumn Festival crown?"

"Crafter Guan is dead." After saying this, Li Chuan told Liu Canjun the nonsense he made up.

"It turns out that it's all caused by strange ghosts..." Liu Canjun nodded and said, "Anyway, this matter involves Taoism. If there is an explanation, it is enough to stop the rumors. Now there are Qin Tianjian and several sects of Taoist masters Guaranteed, I can explain it when I am at the county guard." He sighed, and said with a wry smile: "Chao Bing County has always been quite peaceful, but there was a demon disaster last year, and this year there were strange ghosts killing people. The world is going to be chaotic again."

"It's good if the case can be closed anyway," Li Chuan said.

"You're right." Liu Canjun is also a free and easy person, he said: "Since the case is closed, I'll be the host today. We'll go to the boat for dinner, and we won't go home until we're drunk."

"Okay, when Daoist Wen comes, let's go together."

In the evening, Wen Guying appeared and said, "It's okay to go down to the forest mountain."

Liu Canjun also got the news of the reappearance of Xialin Mountain, so he was relieved.

eat, drink.

Li Chuan asked the Magistrate Wu, "Has the Magistrate visited the county again?"

Liu Canjun smiled wryly, "Master Wu never liked to deal with monks. He...he thought that monks were not good at giving birth, causing trouble everywhere, and no one could cure them...he didn't mean you, but..."

"I understand, I understand." Li Chuan toasted Liu Canjun with a glass of wine.

The boat is shaking and the water is swaying, and the stars are dotted.

Listening to Liu Canjun talking about the anecdotes in the yamen, Wen Guying telling stories about Taoism, and watching the women singing and dancing outside the box, eating and drinking freely, my heart is peaceful and peaceful.

Suddenly there was a plop, and then a chicken flew up from the lake, flapping its wings vigorously while screaming, and the water droplets on the wings splashed on Li Chuan's face.

It was Gong Er who was drunk and wanted to fish for the moon, but fell down.

Wen Guying stretched out his hand and took Gong Er back, his corns were hazy, obviously he was still drunk.

He patted the chicken head, "Brother Gong, wake up."

Gong Er shuddered, came to his senses, and immediately felt ashamed, "Brother..."

"Nothing, nothing." Wen Guying put him on the chair, looked at the moon in the sky, and said, "Let's stop here today. Brother Li, Brother Liu, two seniors, we will meet again in the future. "

Without waiting for brother Li Chuan to speak, he walked to the bow of the boat and walked away.

"Taoist Wen is really a god." Seeing Wen Guying's back disappear into the shadow of the moon, Liu Canjun sighed with emotion.

"Well, Wenshen." Li Chuan said.

……

In the morning of the second day, after breakfast, Li Chuan also bid farewell to Liu Canjun, and rushed to Yunqiao Township with his father and son.

On the way, he took out the Tianyin jug and carefully inspected the body of the bottle. He gently touched the leaves on the mouth of the bottle with his fingers, and there was a soft sound coming from the jug, gentle and gentle.

Little mouse, little mouse, little mouse.

Li Chuan muttered in his heart.

After a while, a little gray-haired mouse squatted on the small table. He rubbed his eyes with his paws, as if he had just woken up. When he saw the Tianyin Pot, his eyes lit up, "You mended it? Is it really mended?"

The little mouse jumped onto Li Chuan's hand and looked around the Tianyin Pot, "The quality has improved? No... Well, this is a rune? I don't understand it." The little mouse shook his head, "You are still a bit powerful !"

"Don't you know when it's mended?" Li Chuan asked tentatively.

He was very curious whether the little mouse could perceive the outside world in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The little mouse rested its head, frowning, "I fell asleep and didn't know it at all, why didn't you call me?"

"Then, can you copy it?"

"That's no problem." The little mouse arched forward happily, closed its eyes, hugged its front paws together, and shone a little light on its forehead, shining on the Tianyin Pot.

Li Chuan felt that the Tianyin Pot seemed to "resist" a bit, but he didn't resist very much.Afterwards, a phantom of a jug appeared in front of a little mouse, and the phantom gradually became solid. After a while, an identical Tianyin jug appeared in Li Chuan's vision.

Both Gong Er and Pang San came over to have a look.

"Two Tianyin pots?" Gong Er exclaimed.

The little mouse opened his eyes, and said in a smug tone, "How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I?" He moved closer to Zhen again.Tianyin Pot, "I also don't understand this pot, Li Chuan, what's the function of it now?"

Li Chuan replied: "I'm also groping."

Although the replica is exactly the same, there is no sense of spiritual connection.

Holding the replica, the little mouse sighed, "It would be nice if there were a few more. Li Chuan, why don't you open a shop to repair magic weapons?"

"There's nothing wrong with cultivating, but what if you recognize the Lord after cultivating?"

"Acknowledging the owner means that you are destined for the magic weapon; when the time comes, we can make a copy and return it to the original owner?"

"I remember you said that the duplicate can only be used three times, right?"

"Not everyone will find out. We can go to the black market to set up stalls and trade anonymously. No one knows anyone, so we can make a one-off sale."

"You still know about the black market?"

"Is there no black market?" The little mouse was shocked.

Li Chuan really didn't know.

"Be safe," Li Chuan opened the curtains and looked at the gradually familiar scenery, "You are so timid, you dare not say this, you dare not mention that, and you dare to deceive others?"

"Who said I was timid?" The little mouse was not convinced.

"Then tell me, what's wrong with Sishen Palace?" Li Chuan looked out the window.

"This..." The mouse's body faded away, but when Li Chuan only looked at the scenery and didn't care about it, he became solid again, "I didn't say this, it was said by Master Yingfeng."

"Great, you don't know anything, it's just a repeater?" Li Chuan still didn't turn his head.

"Who said... I, I..."

"Do you know Wen Guying?"

"I haven't heard of it, it's just a nobody."

"Where is Gong Wuguang?"

"Have not heard."

Li Chuan said a few more famous names in Taoism now, but the little mouse commented that they had never heard of them, and they were unknown.

Suddenly, the little mouse said: "I remembered. Daoist Yingfeng said that the Sishen Palace had no eyes and no eyes, and drove the most talented disciple out of the sect and sent it to the Shuangye sect for nothing. When he was five hundred years old, he died. After enlightenment and becoming immortal, his disciples also ascended one after another... Looking back at the Four Gods Palace, no one has ascended for thousands of years. Isn't it ominous."

"What's the name of this disciple?"

"I think about it, it seems to be called Mid-Autumn Festival."

Li Chuan counted the time. In the world in the little mouse's memory, it seemed that the Shuangyemen hadn't been wiped out, and Guan Zhongqiu hadn't been seen through as a strange ghost.

What will happen after the other ghost parasitizes the monk?These words flashed in Li Chuan's mind.

History has been changed.

This change may have been traced back to tens of thousands of years or even 10,000+ years ago. At that time, there was no Tiansu creation of "The Classic of Patterns", there was no Tiansu Ran Huanshuo, and there was no destruction of Shuangyemen and Xialin Village.

There must be many, many changes that he doesn't know about.

History has long changed, and it has nothing to do with him, Li Chuan.

"Crown Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Ah, that's right!"

"Just died not long ago."

"what?"

"Maybe you slept too much," Li Chuan finally turned his head, looked at the little mouse and said, "What you remember is just a dream."

"Impossible!" After finishing speaking, the little mouse stomped its feet, looked at Li Chuan, and seemed to want to say something, but finally said nothing.

Then he disappeared.

Li Chuan looked out the window again. Not far away, many women were washing clothes by the river, and they vaguely saw Pan Xiaohua.

The smoke from the kitchen is curling up, it is the arrival of Yunqiao Township.

(End of this chapter)