I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 99 We are all Taoist priests, please show some respect

"Yes, everyone in the world knows that the prince has been living in Shudu for a long time and has not returned to Chang'an for several years!"

Hearing this, Jin Chan stopped the two horses that were about to take a detour and looked up at this magnificent city.

"Golden Cicada."

Li Yingtai called out softly. She knew what Jin Chan was thinking. Entering Chang'an and killing the prince, it seemed that there was no need to rush to Chang'an now.

"Enter the city!"

Jin Chan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then turned his horse's head and strode towards the entrance of the city.

When we arrived at the huge city gate, we saw that it was already surrounded by refugees who were exhausted from the long journey.

Their skin was covered with dirt and sweat from exhaustion, and they were not properly clothed.

Fortunately, it is not winter yet, otherwise at least half of the people would die on the road.

"Stop arguing, you bastards!"

At the gate, a man who looked like the chief of garrison ordered his men to stab the crowd with spears to prevent them from squeezing into the city.

Although he was just stabbing randomly with no intention to take the lives of these refugees, the blade was sharp after all, and in just a moment, several old men had no time to dodge and were pierced through the body.

Some died instantly, while others bled to death.

But looking at this situation, if the medicine is not taken in time, it is estimated that he will not survive for a few more days.

"Shudu Governor Lai Changqing said that if you want to enter the city, you only need 200 strings of copper coins or 15 dou of grain per person!"

The garrison commander sat on a chair, waving a folding fan in his hand and shouting loudly to the crowd.

There was also a small table next to him, on which were roast chicken and fine wine.

Although the food was not top quality, it was enough to make the hungry refugees' eyes turn red.

"Sir! My family's fields have been taken away long ago, so where can we get food from? We all come to Shudu to beg for food."

An elderly man, dark and skinny, begged pitifully to the garrison commander who was at least thirty years younger than him.

His clothes were full of holes, and one of his shoes was missing, so he could only step on the ground with his dirty black feet.

"Sir, can the court give us a bite to eat? Even a bowl of bean soup will do!"

The old man continued.

"Bean soup? Do you think you deserve it? But I have a lot of pig food. Do you want to eat it?"

The garrison commander said with a smile, and after finishing, he did not forget to take a bite of the chicken leg to satisfy the refugees in front of him.

"Pig food. I am willing to do so. I will be satisfied as long as I can survive!"

"I'm willing to do that. I haven't eaten for seven days!"

"I would like that too."

Unexpectedly, this pig food for livestock caused a rush of looting at the city gate of the mighty Shu capital.

"Haha, we have them all, no one needs to squeeze!"

The garrison commander held his stomach with both hands and laughed so hard that his head was raised.

Not a moment.

The rest of the garrison officers brought in basins of pig food from the city gate.

Although it is disgusting and smelly, at least it has not been eaten by animals.

The refugees started snatching the basins before they even put them on the ground.

"The Tang Dynasty has become like this. What happened to the King of Tang?"

Li Yingtai bit his lower lip tightly and looked at everything in front of him with red eyes.

"Why do you care so much? Isn't it enough to have enough food and drink?"

Tang Qianyan had already put on the red chrysanthemum Taoist robe that he had thrown away before, and took out Zhao Guizhen's copper bell from the car.

"What are you going to do?"

Jin Chan opened his mouth and asked.

"What else can we do? Let's go into the city. You don't really think you can get in just by paying money!"

Tang Qianyan raised his eyebrows, raised his chin slightly, shook the copper bell with one hand, and pinched the Taoist spell with the other.

This bluffing look, coupled with his righteous face, really makes him look a bit like a monk.

"Everyone, get out of my way!" The bronze bell rang, and the refugees who were still looting in front of them instantly collapsed to the ground, making way for Tang Qianyan to move forward.

"Oh, the Infinite Heavenly Lord! Oh, the Three Pure Ones who save the suffering."

While muttering to himself, he walked towards the city gate.

"Who are you?"

The garrison commander was obviously frightened by this situation, and the finger pointing forward was shaking constantly.

"I am the last disciple of Zhao Guizhen, the Tang Dynasty's Imperial Master and the Hermit of Zhuyang. You laymen can just call me Hermit of Zhongnan!"

Tang Qianyan was unhurried, not even looking at the other person, his eyes full of mystery.

"National Master. National Master's disciple?"

The garrison commander stammered something in a low voice, then turned his head uncertainly and asked his men, "Hey, have you ever heard of the national master accepting a disciple?"

Everyone shook their heads, but they didn't dare to say they had never heard of it.

If the little Taoist priest in front of him is really the disciple of the national master, then he will definitely be the one who is in trouble.

"This brass bell is the master's life-saving magic weapon, and this red robe with chrysanthemums, I dare to ask if there is anyone in the Tang Dynasty who dares to wear it?"

Tang Qianyan shouted angrily, then gently shook the brass bell in his hand.

Instantly.

The dust on the ground was blown up by the strong wind, surrounding the garrison troops tightly.

The gravel and dead branches hit their faces hard, and soon their cheeks were covered with blood.

Jin Chan, who was standing by, watched all this in silence.

Although Tang Qianyan behaved very cowardly during this period and was even occasionally bullied by Li Yingtai.

But Jin Chan knew that the guy in front of him was by no means a simple person.

As for why he had been following him, Jin Chan didn't want to ask. Anyway, everyone got what they wanted, and as long as he didn't reveal the truth, let him continue pretending until they arrived in Chang'an safely.

"Master, we are wrong. Please take back your magical powers!"

The garrison commander had been tortured to the point of being unrecognizable.

His already uneven face became even more bumpy and even filled with small stones.

"Do you recognize my identity now?"

After putting away the brass bell, Tang Qianyan wanted to stroke his beard in a pretentious manner.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he found that his chin was empty.

"Yes, yes!"

"Master, I will take you to see Lord Lai Changqing and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Since I don't dare to offend, I can't be sure.

The garrison commander planned to pass this difficult problem to the two adults in the city.

"Okay, lead the way!"

When Yan walked forward in front of the hall, he did not forget to ask Jin Chan and the others to follow him.

"Master, who are these people?"

"They are all masters I met when I was traveling around. Don't be fooled by their young age. In fact, they are already over a hundred years old. Even my master has to call him senior."

If you're just bragging, just brag bigger.

Anyway, even if people don’t believe it, no one dares to point it out.

In this way, several people entered the city gate smoothly.

Just around the carriage, the garrison officer arranged at least twenty guards carrying official swords.

Although it is nominally an escort, the actual meaning is self-evident.

"Jinchan, are we going to see the prince now?"

On the carriage.

Li Yingtai's heart was beating loudly.

(End of this chapter)