Chapter 90 Visiting Immortals
A young man in green shirt came from Suluo City. He was dressed strangely and was carrying something covered with a long cloth. Judging from its appearance, it looked like a strange long sword.
This young man in green shirt likes to drink while standing outside the wine shop, and he only drinks one glass, never drinking too much. When he is free, he often chats and farts with the customers in the wine shop.
He didn't know where he came from, and he didn't know where he was going.
Suluo City is a small city, relying on the Huai River, most of the residents in the city live by fishing. The only famous place in the city is that there is a ferry in the city, which welcomes the ferry boats, bringing tourists to and from the city and increasing the economy.
Chen Jiu took the ferry and disembarked at this ferry. He sold the ferry for some money and bought some wine every day.
He has already planned the route of the long journey, all the way north, reaching the extreme north overseas, and then returning to the Taoist temple.
Chen Jiu was looking forward to passing through Goulan in Qingfeng City, but he was not in a hurry, just walk slowly.
After all, he still has some things to do on this trip.
The little money in Chen Jiu's body did not support him to travel far. All the money he earned in the secret realm of Kongtong was given to the little old man.
He still has some rat money on him, but it is the inheritance of the middle-aged man in the secret realm, and it is to be brought to his wife and children.
This money must not be used, so Chen Jiu had to earn it himself.
Fortunately, there have always been many ways to make money in Suluo City, and those ferries moored at the ferry are all business opportunities.
The bigger the ferry, the bigger the business opportunity and the bigger the risk.
Chen Jiu boarded a huge ferry, five stories high, and what he did was to guard the ferry.
The little consul took several monks including Chen Jiu to the fifth floor of the ferry and stopped outside the door.
A melodious and charming voice sounded from inside the house, "Come in."
The little consul smiled flatteringly at the monks, "Please invite some of you."
After finishing speaking, the little consul bowed his head and led a few monks into the house.
Several monks walked at a distance from each other, remained silent, and did not look at others.
There is a colorful tent in the room, and a woman's charming voice came from inside, "Five gentlemen, are you all here to serve as guards?"
Among the five monks, the thin, sharp-eyed monk was the first to speak: "If it wasn't for this, why would you come here to waste time?"
The woman chuckled lightly and asked, "I don't know how old Mr. is?"
The slender, sharp-eyed monk raised his head and said arrogantly: "Five realms."
The short consul's face was filled with joy. In this city of Suluo, monks of the five realms are hard to come by. He didn't expect to meet one who came to serve as a guard today, so he had to stay.
The woman was also surprised, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly asked: "But the "ghost hand" Cao Xie of Diancang Mountain, Mr. Cao?"
The slender, sharp-eyed monk nodded, "Exactly."
The little consul's face was even more surprised.
Diancang Mountain is a well-known sect within a radius of ten thousand miles. It is said that its suzerain master is at the peak of Jindan and is about to enter Yuanying, and his disciples are also born in large numbers.
This "ghost hand" Cao Xie counts as one, and it is rumored that he is good at extremely strange spells, killing dozens of monks in the same realm, and has made great achievements in battle.
If it can enter the Six Realms, then it is a certain sect offering.
Such a person must stay!
The rest of the monks also looked slightly surprised.
Only Chen Jiu was stunned, "Ghost Hand" in Diancang Mountain, what the hell, is my Taoist "Flower Hand" as good as it?
The woman asked again, "I don't know what the realm and background of the other gentlemen are. I would like to trouble you to give a brief introduction. After all, we need guards on the ferry, and we still know something. Please forgive me."
The second old man in coir raincoat showed his yellow teeth and said with a smile, "Huamen Xiaofu, five realms."
The third tall, pale-browed man clasped his fists and said: "Xuan Dangma wins the dragon, five realms."
The fourth young master in brocade clothes said calmly: "Sun Yunfu of Qianji Hall, five realms."
At the end, Chen Jiu imitated the others and said, "Taoist Chen Jiu, five realms."
The little consul looked shocked, and the five of them were all monks of the five realms. If Almighty stayed as a guard, the trip should be worry-free!
The woman's words were also full of joy, "The little girl has heard the names of several gentlemen before, and they are all gentlemen from the great sect, so the little girl can rest assured..."
The woman hesitated for a while, and then asked: "It's just that the last Mr. Chen, the little girl is ignorant and has never heard of it. Could Mr. Chen tell you which Taoist temple it is?"
There are tens of thousands of Taoist temples all over the world, and there are many Taoists among them. Some monks even said with a smile that if they offend someone and hide their names and pretend to be unknown, they should wear Taoist robes and just call them Taoist monks.
The other four monks also turned their heads to look at Chen Jiu. They had never heard of the name Chen Jiu of the Taoist Temple.
Chen Jiu was at a loss, and also forgot the name of his Taoist temple, and replied: "Forgot."
This answer left everyone speechless.
Can the name of the Taoist temple be forgotten?
This is obviously just not wanting to say.
Chen Jiu's origin is quite unclear, but it's okay, even if Chen Jiu can tell his origin fully, is it true?
There are many things in the world to pretend to be others and steal reputation.
As long as the realm is five realms is enough.
The woman didn't ask any more questions, and just said, "I will give each of you gentlemen a salary of ten ugly cow money, and you gentlemen will escort me back and forth, is that okay?"
Sun Yunfu, the brocade-clothed son of Qianji Palace, was the first to ask, "Where is the girl going?"
This is a big deal, and only after they have asked clearly will they decide whether to go or not, and whether the price is right.
The woman replied: "Go to Guqu Mountain to visit the immortals."
A few people frowned, the matter of visiting immortals in Lonely Mountain has been raised among monks in recent decades.
The Gufu Mountain is in the extreme south of Tianguang Prefecture, and it is already close to the sea. It is not far from Suluo City, and it is only a journey of more than ten days. There are some minor troubles along the way, and the monks of the five realms are not afraid.
This is something that Wang Xian has to think about carefully.
Is the visitor here a fairy?
In other words, what exactly is this "immortal"?
Cao Xie, the "Ghost Hand" of Diancang Mountain, said in a deep voice, "You can escort him, but you can't go to the Immortal Visitor."
The rest of the people all replied in this way, and Chen Jiuzhao followed suit.
The woman nodded and agreed, "Okay, then I will trouble the gentlemen next. Consul Zhu will take the gentlemen to settle down first."
The little consul nodded and bowed, "Sirs, come with me."
The group of them went out of the house, first received a prepaid salary of ugly cow money, then received nine, four when they arrived, and five when they returned, these were agreed, and both parties agreed.
Several people lived on the fourth floor of the ferry, each with a guest room.
The woman was wrapping the silk thread lightly in the tent, she wasn't afraid at all that these people were impostors to cheat money, because it was estimated that they would be used soon.
If it is just to make up for the number, at the bottom of the realm, there is only one death.
The woman gave a silly laugh, and suddenly raised her head, her cheeks were extremely old and wrinkled.
She had to visit Xian.
Even if she knew it was not a fairy.