Poverty

Chapter 210 Introverted Ferryman

"Daoist Yan Chu didn't know that there was a ferryman who could break the mystery of this place and replace the mysterious man who was holding ghosts and help everyone board the boat and cross the river!"

Chen Yang said slowly.

"That's right, that kid is really capable. It is said that he is also a ferryman by the Xiahe River, and he has a lot of background."

Zhu Fugui smiled.

Li Yanchu was a little surprised.

It is worthy of being one of the 72 blessed places of Taoism, the ashram of land gods, and even this kind of people are attracted to it.

He looked a little weird.

"It actually replaced that mysterious man?"

Li Yanchu couldn't believe it, did this steal the job from that mysterious man?

Is the ferryman industry so introverted?

Zhu Fugui rubbed his head and said with a smile, "It's really unbelievable, but there have been many mysterious legends around Xiahe, so it's understandable for such a ferryman to appear."

Xiahe is the largest river in Qianguo, and its status is equivalent to the Yellow River in Li Yanchu's previous life.

It originally had an ancient name, but it was renamed during the Great Xia Dynasty and has been passed down to this day.

It has always been extremely mysterious, and there are many legends about ghosts and immortals.

Many people believe that the bottom of the Xiahe River leads directly to the underworld and Huangquan, and there is a boundary between Yin and Yang.

When the three of them were talking, the boat that Li Yanchu had seen was slowly approaching.

The waves are turbulent, but the lonely boat is as stable as a rock, extremely stable.

There was originally a man with a stern look on board, holding a Taoist magic weapon called the soul-calling bell, which can attract souls to board the ship.

Now it was replaced by an ugly, strong and domineering man with cold eyes and a short knife on his waist.

The muscles and bones of the whole body seem to be cast from copper and iron, but just looking at it from a distance, one can feel a compelling sense of oppression!

"Why do I look at this man more like a murderous gangster than a boatman?"

Li Yanchu said slowly.

He had seen a ferryman before, in the tomb of Marquis of Zhennan, and he didn't feel such a strong sense of oppression.

Zhu Fugui murmured: "That's right, I also see that this person doesn't look like a good person."

Not only them, anyone who sees this Xiahe ferryman will probably have this idea.

Being his boat, it seems that he will be murdered and stolen by him in the next moment.

but.

Most practitioners know some of the rules of the ferrymen.

For example, you need to pay for a boat ride!
The money here is not silver money, nor is it charged with money like the rumors, but refers to something of value.

For example, the ferryman collected the magic weapon in this palace!

One magic weapon per person is the boat fare!

For another example, no matter whether it is a monk, a Taoist priest, or a reckless rivers and lakes, no one will break the rules and deal with the ferrymen.

of course.

This refers to when you are on a boat.

Those who need to ferry people are all dangerous and extreme waters. People in this profession have a special way of communicating with ghosts and gods.

As long as you follow their rules, you can get through it safely.

For example, the corpse caves, rivers of the dead, and underground rivers that are common in many large tombs all require ferrymen to come forward.

This is almost a rule of thumb.

Don't ask where you came from, don't ask why, just take money to do things.

This is the ferryman.

A relatively neutral business.

Many small boats approached the shore, and several monks around quickly surrounded them, preparing to hand over the magical artifacts of the Dao Palace for the boat fee to cross the river.

A dragon roar sounded.

Deafening!

It makes people lose control instantly.

A figure flew over from a distance.

It was a young man with disdainful eyes and a dusty temperament.

As soon as he appeared, everyone present was a little overshadowed.

The few people who were going to board the ship were caught by his powerful aura and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

It is the Taoist master of Maoshan.

Hong Baiwei!
Hong Baiwei's breath was strong at this time, and his body was shrouded in a faint light of divinity.

The dragon chant just now came from his chest.

Obviously it is a great divine magic weapon.

He came to the side of the boat and casually threw a Taoist artifact to the ferryman.

The ferryman nodded slightly and turned to one side.

Hong Baiwei boarded the bow.

His eyes are above the top, although he abides by the rules of the ferryman, he doesn't pay attention to everyone present.

Domineering.

It seems that everyone is a chicken and a dog in his eyes, and only a few people such as the monk Jiekong of Daxiangguo Temple can compare with him.

Even when he saw Gongshu Peiyu, who was hunted down and survived, he didn't show any expression.

Suddenly!

When Hong Baiwei saw Li Yanchu in the crowd, his eyes turned cold.

This is the man who killed all of Maoshan's disciples!

Turned him into a loner!
"When I go to Jinting Mountain to find the fairy fate, I will crush this person to ashes and beat him to death!"

Hong Baiwei said in his heart.

Li Yanchu possesses supernatural powers of concealing the sun, his body is concealed, so it is very easy to be ignored.

As a young Taoist priest who has nothing outstanding except for being handsome.

Even Hong Baiwei didn't realize it.

Why didn't I spot this person in the crowd just now?

Li Yanchu looked at Hong Baiwei's gloomy face and smiled slightly.

Pointed at him a middle finger!
Hong Baiwei couldn't understand this gesture, but he understood the provocative meaning in it.

His face is getting colder and colder!

What surprised Li Yanchu was this Maoshan Xiaodao master who was arrogant and regarded human life as nothing.

He turned around directly and ignored himself.

"Is it because I got on the ferryman's boat and I can't do anything casually, or is there a fairy fate that Hong Baiwei is familiar with in Jinting Mountain, so I don't want to make trouble?"

Li Yanchu said in his heart.

The ferryman from near Xiahe was much faster to and fro than the stern man holding the soul calling bell.

After almost a stick of incense, they turned back.

"Is this the difference between doing it for the public and doing it for yourself?"

Li Yanchu smiled slightly.

Although Hong Baiwei is not a good person, he has a domineering and indifferent personality.

But it is definitely not someone who can be killed silently.

The ferryman didn't seem to have any problems.

Instead, Li Yanchu was a little surprised.

"According to Hong Baiwei's temperament, he didn't take the opportunity to kill the ferryman and block the way for the rest of them."

"Will killing the ferryman cause bad things?"

Li Yanchu rubbed his chin and thought.

A maximum of two people can be accommodated at a time.

Except for the unruly Hong Baiwei, the rest of the people boarded the boat consciously in order.

Everyone paid the shipping fee for the Taoist magic weapon, and there was no conflict.

Even with Zhu Fugui's body type, standing on the boat is still as stable as Mount Tai, without any waves.

Li Yanchu was just about to board the ship.

A woman in Taoist robe flew over, it was the unlucky female crown he had seen before.

Ding Rou!

At this time, Chen Yang and Zhu Fugui had left by boat, and Li Yanchu happened to be alone on the shore.

There were many bloodstains on Ding Rou's body, and her face was pale.

"Li Daoyou, save me!"

Ding Rou looked panicked, as if she had encountered something terrible.

(End of this chapter)