Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 325
"Is there any fellow Taoist going to Shangyuan Immortal Mansion, get on the boat and go!"

"Yinwind Valley, is anyone going to Yinfeng Valley?"

"Fellow daoists who haven't boarded the boat, hurry up and set sail right away..."

The two monks with the word "boat" embroidered on their robes shouted loudly, holding a wooden sign in their hands.

This familiar scene made Zhao Lin feel dazed for a while, as if he had returned to the situation of riding a van in his previous life.

"Where is my friend?"

Seeing Zhao Lin look over, a dark-skinned monk asked.

"How much is it to go to Shadowwind Valley?"

Zhao Lin glanced at the spirit boat parked on the dock and asked.

"Three hundred spirit coins."

The black-faced monk stretched out three fingers.

"How many?"

Zhao Lin was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard wrongly, so he asked again.

The black-faced monk smiled, "Three hundred spirit coins each, the price is fair, no one will deceive you."

"A child without deceit?"

Zhao Lin was almost annoyed. Is Tongsouwuhu used in this way?

He said patiently: "I came from Shangyuan County, and I only received 1000 spirit coins for more than 200 miles. Now I go to Yinfeng Valley, only more than [-] miles, and I only charge [-] spirit coins?"

The black-faced monk still had a grin on his face, "Three hundred spirit coins are not much, and the Yinfeng Valley is too dark, and the spirit boat will cost a lot of spirit stones to fly, so it is naturally more expensive than other places."

"This is the first time I've heard of it."

Zhao Lin finally understood why the two monks were so angry. This boat house was too dark, and because of its scarcity, the prices were set on the ground.

It is said that troublesome people come out of poor mountains and evil waters, and it seems that the same is true in the world of cultivating immortals.

"Thirty to go?"

"Fellow Daoist, isn't it a pastime?"

The black-faced monk put away his smile, and his tone turned cold, "There is only one boathouse in a radius of three hundred miles. If you don't sit down, you can only walk."

Zhao Lin turned his head and left, thinking that it would be a problem for him to even go back after sitting in the spirit boat with three hundred spirit coins.

Although there are dozens of spiritual stones on him, they are used to replenish spiritual power in the small world and cannot be used at will.

Moreover, Zhouyi is clearly a slaughterer, and the rich will not sit.

The black-faced monk's complexion changed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he pointedly said: "Fellow Taoist, don't look at the fact that there are only more than 200 miles of land, and the road is not easy to travel along the way!"

"thanks for reminding."

Zhao Lin said without looking back.

If you don't take a spirit boat, you can only trek on foot.

He walked into the market and walked around, and saw a shop selling maps of Xiniuzhou, so he asked the clerk in the shop, "How much is a map?"

There was only one clerk in the store, leaning on the counter with his hands in a daze, when he saw Zhao Lin walking in, he quickly straightened up and replied, "Return to the guest officer, a spirit coin."

Zhao Lin took two spiritual coins to the other party, "I'm asking you something."

The clerk looked happy, put away the spirit coins and said, "Guest officer, tell me."

"There are really bandit cultivators in Yinfeng Valley?"

"Yes, several single monks have been robbed in the past six months."

Zhao Lin frowned, "Doesn't the county care?"

The buddy shook his head, "It's not that I don't care, there are only more than 200 monks in our Qiuyang County, and most of them make a living by raising yin scorpions. There are less than ten people in the patrol hall, which is not enough."

"Besides, these two bandit cultivators only rob and don't kill people, so it's inconvenient to mobilize guards from other counties. The patrol hall searched several times, but they still couldn't find anyone, so they posted a reward notice."

"I see."

Zhao Lin nodded, probably understood.

There are 10,000+ monks in Cheng Huazong, and it is inevitable that there will be criminals, and because of the vast area, there are also monks or casual cultivators from other sects who come to fight the autumn wind.

"Sure enough, there are bandit cultivators coming and going, but since you come out to do the mission, you can't be timid. If you want to be at ease, you might as well stay in the Lingdao Academy."

Zhao Lin left the shop and went straight to the northwest.

It's morning now, and if you travel fast, you can reach Yinfeng Valley before dark.

The two monks who were attracting guests in front of the spirit boat looked at Zhao Lin's back and watched him leave.

The monk on the left said: "This kid is quite stubborn, I thought he would come back."

The black-faced monk snorted, "A little third-level Qi Refining cultivator dares to go on the road alone. If he is not willing to give up three hundred spirit coins, he will only have to pay a greater price!"

The left-headed monk lowered his voice and said, "Are you going to..."

The black-faced monk nodded, "Stay here for a while, and I'll notify Song Laosan that a fat sheep is coming!"

After speaking, he left the boat post, went around to the other side of the hillside, looked around for a while, made sure that there was no one around, and took out a gray-white talisman from his arms.

The black-faced monk quickly wrote a line of words on it with a charcoal pen, then reached out and patted it, injecting mana into the talisman.

The talisman fluttered with the wind, and automatically rolled into a cylinder, like an arrow off the string, flying straight towards the Yinfeng Valley.

The black-faced monk smiled coldly, and said to himself, "I'd like to see if you want money or life!"

Zhao Lin is currently holding a map and rushing to Yinfeng Valley.

He was too thoughtful and didn't follow the route on the map completely. He would rather take a detour to avoid bandits.

"The two monks who left angrily just now must have been on foot. Do you want to catch up and go with them?"

This thought flashed in his mind and was immediately rejected by Zhao Lin.

I have just arrived here, I am not familiar with the place, and I don't know what kind of temperament those two people are.

If you think about the worst, if they are with bandit cultivators, wouldn't it be a trap to find them yourself?
Zhao Lin unfolded his body and walked through the mountains and forests while emitting ultrasonic waves to monitor the surroundings.

When the cultivation level has reached the third level of Qi Refining, the consciousness can reach thirty feet, but the echolocation detection distance is farther, more than one hundred feet, which is more reliable in comparison.

It's just that the high mountains and dense forests and complex terrain have some influence on ultrasonic waves, but they also hinder spiritual consciousness.

As the itinerary progressed, the mountains became steeper and the trees became taller and denser.

Zhao Lin didn't move forward at full speed to ensure that he could react in time if he encountered danger.

My own cultivation base is only the third level of Qi Refining, not to mention bandit cultivators, ordinary monks are easily distracted when they meet.

After turning over a hill and passing through a valley, Zhao Lin's face suddenly changed, he stopped, and took out the iron ruler around his waist to hold it in his hand.

The ultrasonic waves released just now seemed to hear subtle movements, and something was probing behind a big tree.

There was silence in the mountain forest, Zhao Lin observed for a moment, then suddenly ran in the opposite direction.

Regardless of whether there is anyone in front of him, dodge first, relying on his own speed, unless he encounters a master at the Foundation Establishment Realm, it is very difficult for anyone to catch up to him.

"Stop, just money, not life."

With Zhao Lin's movement, a person turned out behind a big tree in front of him, with protruding eyes and protruding teeth, his appearance was extremely ugly, and he was very similar to the portrait of the bandit cultivator on the arrest warrant.

The bully-eyed monk held half of the halberd tip in his hand, and threatened loudly, "If you run away again, I will have a magic weapon."

As if Zhao Lin had never heard of it, he quickly ran towards a bamboo forest, but stopped after only a dozen steps, and retreated slowly.

Out of the bamboo grove came a handsome-looking monk, wearing a blue satin robe and holding a folding fan.

The two stood in front of each other, blocking Zhao Lin in the middle.

(End of this chapter)