Xianhong Road

Chapter 140 Arriving in Kyoto
There is a little white belly in the sky, and a little morning fog can still be seen on the official road, and people are coming and going.

Most of these people go to the city to go to the market, they are all ordinary mortals, busy with their own life.

Yang Fan was wearing a Confucian robe and his face was a little pale. He walked along the official road with a few farmers carrying bags and baskets, towards the capital city.

There was a donkey in front, carrying a batch of dry firewood. The owner was a strong man with five big and three thick, with a simple and honest appearance. He looked back at Yang Fan and said loudly:

"Little scholar, I think your body is weak and you can't walk steadily. You can't compare with us rough people. Why don't you get on our donkey cart?"

Yang Fan understood his kindness and nodded: "Then I will not be polite."

"Hey, I'll pull you up!"

The strong man chuckled, stopped the donkey, and stretched out his hand to Yang Fan.

"Thank you."

Yang Fan felt that his hands were rough, so he jumped up and sat next to the strong man with a little help.

"Huh? I didn't expect you to be quite sensitive."

The brawny man was a little surprised, and casually chatted with Yang Fan.

Yang Fan sat on the rough pyre, feeling a little hard and cold, especially the donkey cart was still bumping on the road.

The brawny man next to him seemed to have nothing to do, but he was busy at home for a long time, and driving the donkey cart, sweated a little, so he simply took off his upper body clothes.

As a result, the two people on the donkey cart were a little weird.

The former is a vulgar burly man with a naked upper body and a full head; the latter is a handsome, gentle, and refined scholar.

All the mortals around looked at the duo with weird eyes, and some even pointed.

"Hmph, what are you looking at, be careful that I poach your eyes."

The strong man's eyes widened and his arms bulged. When the nearby farmers saw it, they showed fear and restrained themselves a little.

Yang Fan secretly laughed in his heart, sitting on the woodpile of the donkey cart, riding the cold wind, and the ordinary people around him chattering, but he didn't understand it.

"Brother, what's your surname?" Yang Fan asked.

"My name is Zhang Sanniu, you can call me Sanniu." The strong man smiled honestly.

"Three cows?" Yang Fan thought softly, and suddenly thought of Tie Niu next door to his house in Wuliu Town.That guy has learned a good martial art now, maybe he will get married soon.

"Brother Sanniu, I just came to the capital, and I have something to ask you for advice."

Yang Fan began to ask him about his concerns.

Not long after, a towering and majestic city appeared in front of it. At this time, the sun was slightly exposed, the sky was dyed red, and the faint setting sun reflected from the other side of the city, adding a bit of solemnity to this ancient capital city.

This is the outer city of Kyoto. The city wall is more than ten feet high, and it is made of hard stone, with some traces of years and wind and rain left on it.

As you approach the gate of the city, the road gradually widens.

At this time, the gate of the city was wide open, and standing on both sides were eight city guards, wearing iron armor and holding spears, with cold lights shining and sharp eyes.

When San Niu's donkey cart came to the gate, two soldiers stopped him.

"Two cents." One of the soldiers said coldly.

"It costs so much...it only cost a penny a few days ago." San Niu complained.

"Hmph, a few days ago you carried firewood into the city alone, but today you transported a load of firewood, and there is one more person. How can a penny be enough?"

Another veteran smiled, obviously knowing Sanniu.

"Ok."

San Niu reluctantly took out two coins, and muttered in a low voice, "I can't even sell this car for ten coins..."

Yang Fan saw these scenes in his eyes, but he smiled and didn't make a sound.

After entering the city, Yang Fan chatted slowly with San Niu.

"By the way, Brother Sanniu, do you know where 'Hanyuan Mountain' is?" Yang Fan asked calmly.

"Hanyuan Mountain? That is the most famous scenic spot in Kyoto. I heard that the mountain is very strange. There is a temple on it called Qingyuan Temple. After you enter the city, little scholar, you can ask anyone. know where it is..."

"Willing to die? Qingyuan Temple?"

Yang Fan had a strange look on his face.

Hanyuan Mountain, Hanyuan Mountain?
Yang Fan always felt weird, but he didn't ask any more questions.Anyway, there are still four or five months before the one-year agreement on "Hanyuan Mountain". During this period, Yang Fan still has enough time.

"Let's find out the situation in Kyoto first."

Yang Fan thought to himself.

As far as he knows, there are many cultivators in the capital of Yuyang country.The most famous ones are the four major cultivating families in Kyoto.

Among them, the Yang family in Jingdu can even be regarded as half of Yang Fan's enemies.Therefore, coming to the capital this time is not just for a simple tryst, there are still many things for him to do.

After walking for a while, the street became more and more bustling, and Yang Fan bid farewell to San Niu.Before leaving, Yang Fan gave him a few taels of silver.

San Niu looked at the silver in his hand, was stunned for a moment, bit it with his teeth, and said ecstatically: "Now I have met a nobleman."

When he looked back, he had already lost the trace of the former scholar.

……

Yang Fan shuttled through the crowded streets, unknowingly entering the omniscient mode.

At this moment, he is a part of thousands of people, but while walking, he does not touch anyone, as if he is out of the world.

The mortals around him turned a blind eye to his behavior, as if it was nothing more than normal.

When walking to a certain place, Yang Fan's keen senses suddenly felt a slight wave of aura.

He glanced sideways and found a circle of people on the side of the road, with a signboard inserted in the middle:
Town evil exorcising ghosts.

There was a table next to the signboard, and an old man in ragged clothes was holding a stack of talisman papers in his hand, shouting: "Suppressing evil spirits and exorcising ghosts, one tael of silver for each."

Beside the old man, stood a young man with a handsome face, holding a talisman pen in his hand, and was drawing talismans on the table.

Yang Fan's gaze first fixed on the young man.

"Character?"

Yang Fan became interested. The aura fluctuation he felt just now came from the boy's talisman pen.

At this moment, there were some beads of sweat on the young man's forehead, but his eyes were abnormally bright, and the talisman in his hand was extremely smooth, and the pen was like a dragon, and he completed it in one go, outlining a complete formation.

When finishing the pen, the young man raised his hand, it was extremely elegant, and only a little bit of spiritual energy leaked out.

"The heat is good!"

Yang Fan sighed inwardly, and simply stepped forward to watch.

As for refining talismans, Yang Fan didn't dabble much, far inferior to alchemy and medical skills.

However, he belongs to the cultivating family of Yangjiabao, and his experience is much stronger than that of ordinary casual cultivators. Just by looking at it, one can tell that this young man has far surpassed his peers in refining talismans.

Afterwards, Yang Fan's eyes fell on the ragged old man, showing a slight surprise.

This shabby old man was actually a monk who practiced Qi Refining Dzogchen.

With his cultivation level, how could he be reduced to drawing talismans on the street and selling them for money?
When Yang Fan was sizing up these two people, the ragged old man glanced over Yang Fan's body, his eyes flashed, and he also saw his identity as a cultivator.

It turned out that Yang Fan maintained his cultivation in the middle stage of qi refining on the surface, and it was impossible for him to enter the capital as a mortal.

"Suppressing evil spirits and expelling ghosts, one tael of silver and one piece of silver!"

The ragged old man continued to yell, and glanced at Yang Fan as if he didn't see it.

"One tael of silver, this is too expensive..."

Some unknown mortals around shouted.

"Hmph, my paper talisman is an immortal talisman. It is made of special materials. It can not only suppress evil spirits and exorcise ghosts, stick it in the room, but also can calm the mind and calm the mind, so you can sit back and relax..." the ragged old man said leisurely.

"That's right, Cheng Laoxian is a famous ghost-hunting master in Kyoto. Last time the 'Yanwang Mansion' was haunted, I asked Cheng Laoxian to help, and it worked immediately."

"This is real?"

"Could it be fake? Otherwise, how can it be worth the price of one tael of silver a piece? Anyone who has bought this talisman will have it."

Most of the mortals present respected and trusted the ragged old man.

Yang Fan showed a look of astonishment, and said to himself: "This Cheng Laoxian will not be like the Hu Banxian of 'Wuliu Town', fooling the people and harming living beings?"

However, this Cheng Laoxian's cultivation base is obviously much stronger than Hu Banxian's, and his aura is relatively peaceful.

"One tael of silver, I'll buy one and try."

Yang Fan became interested, walked up to the boy, and said with a smile.

"Dao... Young Master, do you also want it?" The young man was a little surprised. He also recognized Yang Fan's identity as an immortal cultivator at a glance, and changed the word "Daoyou" when he said it.

Yang Fan smiled without answering, and exchanged a tael of silver for a piece of talisman paper that the boy had just drawn.

Holding the newly drawn talisman paper in front of his eyes, Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a sweep of consciousness, estimated the materials and value of the talisman paper.

In the end, he came to a conclusion that drawing such a talisman paper consumes some secular materials.In the secular world, some of these materials are worthless, while others are relatively rare.

Overall valuation, the value of such a piece of talisman paper is close to one tael of silver.

In fact, the most important thing is the formation drawn by the young man with a talisman pen, and the aura injected during this period.Otherwise, the role of this talisman is extremely limited.

While Yang Fan was observing the talisman paper, the ragged old man glanced at him again, feeling a little puzzled.

"Can you draw talismans?"

Yang Fan put away the talisman and asked the boy.

"Fu Zhuan?" The young man looked up at Yang Fan, and said a little shyly, "I know a little bit, I have drawn it before, but it takes a lot of precious materials, so I can't squander it like this. My grandfather has drawn many first-level talismans before." seal……"

"Oh?" Yang Fan nodded and said to himself: "It seems that this young man is taking this opportunity to practice talismans. Although the grandpa and grandson are also casual cultivators, they are completely different from Hu Banxian in Wuliu Town. They are not fooling the people. The talisman papers produced are also of real value..."

"Hehe, I'm afraid this young master didn't come here to suppress evil and exorcise ghosts. I don't know what else to teach?"

The ragged old man's eyes suddenly fixed on Yang Fan's face, and he asked with a smile.

At the same time, Yang Fan felt a slight pressure.

Qi refining Dzogchen is in casual practice, which should not be underestimated.

Yang Fan's heart moved, the grandfather and grandson are local casual cultivators in Kyoto, so you might as well get in touch with them, so as to understand the situation in the world of cultivating immortals in Kyoto.

Thinking of this, the smile on Yang Fan's face became even stronger, and he opened his palm, and at some point there was a black talisman pen inlaid with gold.

Under the sunlight, one can faintly see the extraordinary texture of this talisman brush, as well as the purple-blue vellus hair on the tip of the brush.

"Purple green hair brush!"

The tattered old man's eyes flashed, he blurted out, lost his composure, and the handsome young man was even more surprised.

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