Poverty

"There is still more than a month!"

Li Yanchu said in his heart.

Although he has practiced bigu Taoism, he still went to the city to purchase a lot of food, water, and some necessary supplies.

in case the emergency.

At this time, the Qiankun bag has played a great role.

As for the money needed to buy supplies, Li Yanchu did not lack any.

Originally, he had a few thousand taels of silver bills with him, and he left part of it for the proprietress, and he had enough money.

He went to the livestock market and bought a camel with the strongest muscles and the best appearance.

Then prepare to join a caravan.

The outside of the pass is no better than the inside of the pass. Even if he is carrying the wind-fixing pearl, he is not willing to rush on the road rashly.

I don't want to have more accidents.

Besides, he also needs a guide.

Otherwise, in the vast desert, it is easy to get lost.

Many of these passing caravans have their own warriors who are responsible for guarding the goods.

Of course, there are also some who directly hire bodyguards from the Escort Bureau.

There are horse thieves and sand bandits outside the pass, who are cruel and easy to kill. They often plunder passing caravans.

This kind of thing is commonplace.

After all, the deserted mountains and forests do not belong to the jurisdiction of the Qian Kingdom court.

So basic guarding is a must.

Li Yanchu led a camel and joined a caravan that was about to leave the customs.

The leader of the caravan was Meng Hai, a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a weather-beaten face and a slightly fatter figure, but he was still flexible in his hands and feet, and he was also a martial arts practitioner.

He has been in this trade for ten years.

From a low-level martial artist to now owning a camel caravan, married a wife, and gave birth to a son.

Among other things, Meng Hai's experience outside the customs is extremely rich.

After all, storms, horse thieves and sand bandits, all kinds of dangers may take people's lives.

Died outside the pass without a sound.

Meng Hai didn't think much of Li Yanchu, such a handsome young Taoist, what's the use of going out of customs.

The old Taoist priests may also be able to help with Fengshui.

but.

When Duan Dali, the burliest martial artist in the team, who could kill a bull with one punch, was easily knocked down by Li Yanchu.

Meng Hai looked at him with admiration.

There is no problem with this kind of skill.

And monks and Taoists, don't they happen to be a mascot for blessings.

then.

The group of them left the Tianhai Customs and rushed to the Hengduan Mountains.

Inside and outside the customs are completely two worlds.

Even though the pass is desolate, it is still popular, and there are very few uninhabited places.

But outside the customs is different.

The sky is high and the earth is wide, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Incomparably vast!
When they left Tianhaiguan, the surrounding area was still an oasis, but as they gradually deepened, the surrounding land gradually became barren.

Many places have become deserts.

Meng Hai is a rather enthusiastic middle-aged man, riding a camel side by side with Li Yanchu.

"Li Daochang, you are a monk, why do you want to go to Hengduan Mountain?"

Meng Hai asked.

Li Yanchu explained: "Look for someone. My friend was arrested, so he should go to Hengduan Mountain as well."

Meng Hai nodded slightly: "I didn't expect people outside Fang to be so loyal. Was your friend captured by the barbarians?"

"I have friendship with several barbarian tribes in Hengduan Mountain. If so, maybe I can say something for the Taoist priest."

Li Yanchu shook his head and said, "Thank you, my friend was taken away by the shamanism."

He didn't shy away from it.

Meng Hai's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he said, "Shamanism?"

He was a little surprised.

Then said:
"Shamanism is the sacred religion of the barbarian tribes, and it is usually not in contact with the outside world."

His voice changed a little, obviously knowing how powerful this shamanism is.

Li Yanchu has not been in contact with Meng Hai for a long time, but Meng Hai is not entangled in resentment, on the contrary he is quite blessed.

Looking at his face, he is also a straight-hearted person.

therefore.

Li Yanchu didn't hide it: "Brother Meng, have you heard of the Wanxiang Tiangong?"

"My friend was taken away by shamans and went to find the Vientiane Heavenly Palace."

When Meng Hai heard this, he was a little stunned.

"Then it seems that your friend has the kind of fortune, or the fate of auspicious stars, so he was arrested by the shamanism and regarded as a soul boy for blessing."

Li Yanchu was rather surprised: "Are there many such things?"

Otherwise, why did Meng Hai see the joint all of a sudden.

Meng Hai sighed and smiled: "Shaman is the belief of the barbarians outside the pass. They pay homage to the sun, the moon, the stars, all things, mountains and rivers, and believe that all things have spirits and can be worshiped. For the people in the Central Plains who are deeply blessed, they call them soul boys."

"Over the years, there have been such rumors that it is only with the soul boy that you have the opportunity to find the Wanxiang Tiangong and gain longevity."

"I happened to meet him once, so I know some secrets."

Meng Hai's voice became lower and lower.

He deliberately lowered his voice.

Talking about shamanism outside the customs is actually a very taboo thing.

It's just that maybe Li Yanchu's Taoist attire made him look a little friendly, and his defenses were lessened a lot.

Li Yanchu nodded slightly.

This shamanism is different from what he imagined.

This religion is very rampant outside the customs.

"This shamanism, how much do you know, Brother Meng?"

Li Yanchu asked.

Meng Hai glanced at him and sighed, "Daozhang Li, I have something that I shouldn't have said, it's a little too shallow."

"But everyone is a Chinese. I advise you not to provoke shamanism."

"Oh? Is it because they are powerful?" Li Yanchu said.

"More than that, this shamanism is very evil. They use living people to sacrifice, skin them and dig out their hearts, or hollow out only a piece of human skin and make it into a human skin drum. The methods are extremely cruel."

"Shamanism is a sect believed by the barbarians. It is a bit uncivilized, backward and bloody."

"Especially shamans, who can summon spirits, spell spells, and even enter your dreams. They are simply devils."

"Li Daochang, you are young and energetic, and you have traveled thousands of miles to rescue your friends. This kind of loyalty is respectable, so I advise you not to provoke shamanism, so as not to risk your own life."

Li Yanchu knew that the other party had good intentions: "Thank you, Brother Meng, for reminding me."

but.

People must be saved.

No matter how fierce the shamanism is, it can still be more fierce than the evil spirits in the cave.

Meng Hai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally sighed.

He could see Li Yanchu's determination to save people.

When he was young, he was full of vigor, throwing his head and blood for his friends, stabbing at both sides, and paying attention to loyalty.

But Meng Hai is 40 years old, has a wife and children, a family and a job.

The scruples increased.

If it wasn't for a better life for his family, he would not continue to take the risk of running outside the customs trade.

As the caravan headed towards Hengduan Mountain, camel bells rang melodiously.

Bitter cold outside the pass.

The sky was still clear just now, but in a blink of an eye there was a strong wind.

Say it changes!

Simply because Meng Hai has rich experience, the caravan is also full of old people who have been traveling all the year round, and he predicted the strong wind in advance.

I found a shelter from the wind and settled the camels and people.