My Attributes Cultivation Life

Chapter 34: Chapter 34

Embracing the comfort after the breakthrough, Zhang Rongfang fell asleep.

Early the next morning.

Instead of doing morning classes with the rest of his disciples, he went to the squatter room, which is the place where he manages and arranges various affairs for the disciples.

Deacon Yi Wenxiu arranged for him to go down the mountain to the county to prepare.

The deacon, surnamed Xu, named Zhongchun, was a chubby old Taoist priest wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

The glasses have no temples, but are wrapped with a rope and tied with the hair in a bun.

Zhang Rongfang was not surprised. This great spirit was similar to the ancient China he knew in his previous life in many ways.

It's normal to have glasses.

"Mr. Nephew Zhang, at Qinghe Temple in Huaxin County, we already have three rank-and-file martial artists stationed there, and the leader is Nephew Li Heng.

You followed Li Heng's arrangements in the past. If you have any miscellaneous or personal matters, you can ask Li Heng for details.

In addition, the specific departure time is within today.

There are many wild beasts in the mountains and forests, it is best not to take side roads along the way, and take more official roads to avoid danger.

Here's the ration pack for you. "

With a smile on his face, Xu Zhongchun handed over a small, dingy package.

"Thank you, Uncle Xu, for reminding me." Zhang Rongfang quickly took it and nodded in salute.

The etiquette on the ground must be in place, otherwise, if there is a slight mistake, accidents may happen.

"This time Nephew Zhang, you are going to lead the team. There are three people who are going to the county to take turns. This is your document, take it well."

Xu Zhongchun handed over a stack of small notebooks made of leather paper, on which a lot of content was written in small characters.

Such as name, place of origin, where is Taoism, where have you been, and each place you go has a seal left, as well as information such as the place where the document was issued.

This is the ancient passport.

Zhang Rongfang took it carefully.

Without this, no one in Daling is allowed to enter the city. So you have to be careful with it.

After going out, Zhang Rongfang took his own luggage and went to say goodbye to his master Zhang Xuan after meeting the other three people who had set off together. After that, he walked out slowly through the gate of Qinghe Palace.

The group of four walked hundreds of meters, Zhang Rongfang suddenly turned his head and looked at the three-hole gate of Qinghe Palace.

The three holes in the Taoist mountain gate symbolize the three realms, which are Taiji, Wuji, and the present world.

Stepping into the mountain gate means stepping out of the Three Realms.

The so-called jumping out of the three realms is not in the five elements, and the three realms refer to here.

At this time, Zhang Rongfang looked back, looking at the many quiet buildings in the Qinghe Palace, and felt an inexplicable feeling that he was about to leave.

The Qinghe Palace was his real safe haven when he came to this world, the first place to shelter from the rain.

Now I finally have to get out of here, out of this comfort zone, and step into the real Great Spirit.

This time he was stationed in Huaxin County. According to the rules, he had to stay outside for at least one year. To rotate back.

one year.

"Brother?" The voices of other Taoists came from behind.

Zhang Rongfang came back to his senses.

"Let's go."

He turned around, looked at the endless mountains, forests and seas in front of him, felt the abundant strength and physical fitness brought by his breakthrough just now, and without any fear in his heart, he strode forward.

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"Golden Broad Beans, crispy and fragrant, after eating a handful, it's full of flavor!"

"Cooked duck eggs, five cents a piece, are oily and delicious!"

"Patching leather boots, fifteen cash a time, the craftsmanship is so good that it doesn't leave any scars."

"The best lamp oil is in Hung Kee, sesame oil, fish oil, fragrant fruit oil, white tung oil, everything!"

In the bustling market, there was a rush of people, and the peddlers carrying their burdens yelled as they walked.

The clerks in front of the shop showed their special skills, shouting and selling.

The jugglers in front of the restaurant attracted many passers-by to stop and watch.

Those who were tired from standing naturally went upstairs to order something to eat and drink, and watched while eating.

In front of the discounted fruit stalls, farmers in rough clothes can also roll up their sleeves and buy a few teeth-beating offerings.

The lady of the wealthy family, under the guard of the servant girls, slowly walked in and out of the powder shop and the silk and satin shop.

Wearing round caps and long coats, there are three or five groups of young people, some of whom are chatting and laughing, talking loudly and frothingly.

Some are walking slowly with their hands behind their backs, their eyes fluttering.

Others suddenly met acquaintances and stopped to greet them.

"Hey, senior brother, come and see, what is displayed in front of this clothing store?"

On the side of the market street, four figures wearing Taoist robes with the blue background of the Qinghe Palace were slowly walking along the flow of people.

Among them, Zhang Rongfang, who is at the forefront, has grown to 1.78 meters and has a strong and well-proportioned figure.

He was wearing a Taoist robe with a blue background, a white mandarin jacket, and a large bag of gray cloth on his back. His long hair was tied with a copper crescent in the Taoist bun.

Compared with before, his skin complexion is slightly paler, and it has deviated from the darker level, and has become a normal person.

Hearing the question behind him, he looked back.

It was junior sister Du Jiu who spoke.

Because she is the youngest, everyone calls her Xiao Jiu.

Xiaojiu has a lively and cheerful personality, but is quite sensible and sensible, so although his appearance and body are not very good, he can liven up the atmosphere on the road.

"What?" Zhang Rongfang looked in the direction Du Jiu was pointing at.

In front of a store called Liji Tailored Clothing Store, there are wooden boards standing upright, each with a sentence written on it.

The first piece reads: 'Don't ask about the future. '

The second piece is: 'Just ask about clothes. '

The third piece: 'Dirty clothes. '

The fourth piece: 'The future is dishonest. '

The fifth piece: 'The copying competition, the best one can enter the store with a 20% discount. '

The handwriting is a dragon and a snake, but it is quite beautiful.

"20% off! Why don't we join in?" Xiao Jiu was a little moved.

Taoist priests do not have to wear Taoist clothes all the time, and some relatively plain dresses are also acceptable.

"It's better to live in the Taoist temple first." Another male disciple said in a solemn voice, more stable.

"Okay. Then I'll remember the place later, and I can try it myself! I think my handwriting is good." Jiu'er was in high spirits.

"Which of you has been to Qinghe Temple? I have been to the county, but I have never been to the Taoist temple here." Zhang Rongfang frowned.

Including Jiu'er, all three shook their heads.

It's just that few people didn't pay attention, while they were talking, the waiter in the clothing store turned his eyes slightly and listened attentively.

Hearing that they were looking for Qingheguan, the clerk remained motionless, pretending to be dozing off sitting in front of the door.

It wasn't until Zhang Rongfang and the others walked away slowly that he raised his head, turned around quickly and entered the store.

Not long after, a little girl walked out of the clothing store, and quickly ran to the next alleyway.

In many shops on this street, there are people from the rice gang. If you go there late, you will not get the reward.

Half an hour later, Zhang Rongfang and his party finally found the Qinghe Temple.

After several people handed over the tasks, the several Taoist priests on duty who were originally in the temple packed their bags and left with some reluctance.

The master of the temple, Li Heng, is young and strong, a second-rank martial artist, now in his early thirties, with a big belly.

After he arranged for Zhang Rongfang and others to live, he waved his hand and let him act on his own, and the Taoist temple was handed over to several people.

He himself left the Taoist temple in a hurry and disappeared.

Zhang Rongfang didn't care either, since Li Heng smelled of alcohol when he met, he probably went to a wine shop, a restaurant, or Goulan.

Taoism does not have as many taboos as Buddhism. After staying in this bustling Huaxin County for so long, Li Heng has already become a local snake.

Looking at his chubby body, he said he was a second rank, but if he really tried it, he might not even be as good as a first rank.

He settled the few people who came together, and wandered around the small Taoist temple again.

Qinghe Temple is very simple, with a square structure, a main hall, a dozen side rooms, a small area in front of the hall for incense burners, and then the main gate.

The whole is the smallest courtyard house.

In the entire Taoist temple, apart from them, there is only Li Heng, the master of the temple, and two sweeping servants.

After tidying up things like beds, Zhang Rongfang took the letter from senior brother Zhang Xintai and left the Taoist temple to find the residence of Yang Hongyan's sister-in-law.

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Inside the Qinghe Palace.

Zhang Xuan sat cross-legged on the futon, basking in the sun in the backyard and dozing off.

Two sparrows were jumping back and forth on the opposite wall, chattering, which made him a little dissatisfied.

"Dad, dad?"

Zhang Xintai walked into the backyard excitedly, with a smile on his face.

"I'm planning to go to the county tomorrow. Last time I agreed with Yanzi, I will accompany her to visit the mountain city."

"What is there to do in the mountain city?" Zhang Xuan didn't want to stay on the mountain alone, and was a little dissatisfied.

"They are all mountain goods, haven't you never seen them?"

"Isn't this about to get engaged soon? I also plan to send something to my father-in-law and mother-in-law." Zhang Xintai was in high spirits.

"The matter of the Chen family is just over. The matter in the county is not over yet, why are you so anxious?" Zhang Xuan curled his lips. Tilting his head, he didn't want to look at his son.

"With Chen Baihu watching, the Mi Gang is probably in a hurry. They don't have time to pay attention to us." Zhang Xintai said indifferently.

"Besides, if the Chen family wants to take revenge, it's up to them to go to the Supervisory Court by themselves. What does it matter to us?"

"Go ahead, kid. Be careful on the road. Remember to bring that thing with you." Zhang Xuan couldn't hold back his son, so he could only wave his hands.

"Just let me, an old man, stay alone in this deserted attic and wait to die."

"Uh." Zhang Xintai's expression froze. "Father, don't you want me to give birth to a few fat boys quickly?"

"Well" Zhang Xuan pondered, "This is your kid, and this is the way it is in this life. Why don't you give birth to a few more, train me, and strengthen my family! Go, go, get out!"

"Decree!" Zhang Xintai smiled suddenly, turned around and quickly packed his things.

"By the way, dad, don't forget the engagement time, you're going to be there together." He ran away, and his voice came back from afar.

"Understood, on the first day of February, I will definitely be there on time."

Zhang Xuan calculated the time. Today is only ten days away from the first day of next month.

well.

He sighed. going bankrupt again

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Huaxin County is divided into four districts, which are synonymous with the four directions of east, west, south, and north.

Each district has more than a dozen streets and hundreds of houses.

Qinghe Temple is located in the East District, while Yang Hongyan's family's residence is in the West District, so they need to pass through the center of the county.

Zhang Rongfang asked around, and finally found Yang Hongyan's sister-in-law's house before the sun went down.

After delivering the letter, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back slowly.

In the setting sun, among the rows of one-story houses in Huaxin County, occasionally there are one or two multi-storey small buildings, all bathed in red light.

Zhang Rongfang tightened his Taoist robe and walked straight along the wall of a large family.

An ox cart on the left was slowly passing by, the driver kept beating his whip, and there was still a lump of cow dung crushed by the hooves on the passing ground.

Zhang Rongfang wrinkled his nose and quickened his pace, trying to avoid the stench of cow dung.

But after walking a few steps, at the end of the wall in front, at the right turn of the road, a few more dark men with sleeves rolled up quietly.

These people's eyes were piercing, and they all stared at this side.

Zhang Rongfang paused, and quickly turned his head to the side to cast a glance.

Sure enough, a few people came out behind him, holding strong wooden sticks in their hands, staring at him.

Although it was just a stick, the ones held by those people were at least as thick as forearms. If they were hit, their bones would probably be broken.