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Chapter 307 Under the Rule of Zhenyang Sect

Da Linfu City.

From a distance the city looked like a great fire burning across the plain, for it was ablaze from the inside out.

Wang Ping entered the city from the south. On both sides of the straight road from the city gate, a large-scale sacrificial activity was being held. The object of the sacrificial offering was none other than the Lieyang Lord of the Zhenyang Sect.

A member of a family under the altar was presiding over the sacrifice. He was an incoming monk. He was singing a prayer for worship. Wang Ping couldn't understand it at all, but he could read from the monk's soul that he was praying. The true king bless these noble people present.

People passing by also get some light, light the free incense candles on the roadside, and walk over to say a few auspicious words or pray for good luck.

Wang Ping followed the local customs and took three incense sticks and inserted them into a nearby incense burner. Then he pretended to make a Taoist gesture. When he left, a boy came over and handed Wang Ping some broken silver. According to the boy, this was for Wang Ping used it to drink tea in the city.

"The True Yang Sect also has a tradition of offering sacrifices?"

Yulian asked puzzledly. When she had nothing to do, she had read almost all of Wang Ping's books. She knew a lot of things from these books, but she had never heard that the Zhenyang Cult liked sacrifices.

Wang Ping tried the weight of the broken silver in his hand, and responded in Linghai: "This place is only a few hundred miles away from Shangjing. It is not surprising that some sacrificial customs have been passed down. We have not encountered it on Houjiang Road before."

"If Lord Lieyang can really sense it, will their frequent prayers disturb his practice?" Yu Lian asked this question from a strange angle.

Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, thinking about the prayers he heard from the people he just passed by. They were either praying for their children to recover from their illness quickly, or asking for a son. The biggest thing was just asking for their children to be admitted to the Tongsheng School. There are also some gamblers who pray that they can win more when they go to the city.

"If I were annoyed by them every day, I would definitely give each of them a talisman of bad luck." Wang Ping responded.

"It makes sense!" Yu Lian thought thoughtfully, and then said: "The emperor monitors the world and faces sacrificial activities in various places every day. Can he bear it mentally?"

"You have to practice divine arts to know."

"Do you want to fix it?"

Wang Ping fell into thinking. In fact, it was okay for him to practice divine arts. After all, he had many believers on Nanlin Road. Divine arts were still very powerful in the later stages, but the first step of knowing oneself and knowing one's mind stopped most of them. , because if you want to maintain the state of knowing yourself and your mind, you must meditate for hundreds of years.

The royal family relies on their inheritance and uses blood as a hub to force away desires and become a puppet in charge of the country's artifact. In a sense, these emperors are quite miserable.

Xia Yao first cultivated the water veins, combined with the ninth son of the Dragon Lord, and was promoted to the second level. Then he used divine magic to forcibly transform his physical body into a spiritual body. He used incense and his own blood to feed Zhongzhou's destiny, and steadily achieved Yuan Dynasty. God, and then use the soul to receive the national artifact, and achieve a level of incense cultivation comparable to that of Fu Jun.

Both Zhenyang Sect and Linshui Mansion have placed heavy bets on Xia Yao, and there are countless people spying on him secretly.

Also, when Xia Yao completely controls the fate of Zhongzhou, it will definitely be when Lord Xiaoshan is promoted. At that time, he will be surrounded by dragons, and Wang Ping can only stand on Lord Xiaoshan's side.

"Are you worried again?"

"A little!"

When Wang Ping responded, he looked in the direction of the city wall. The fiery red city wall was not dyed with dye, but wooden boards inlaid with candle trees on the outside of the city wall. There were also some vivid flame patterns carved on the surface of the wooden boards. If you didn't look carefully, they looked like Like being attached to a flame.

The city gate has similar decorations, and the carvings are more vivid. Entering the city gate is like throwing yourself into the sea of ​​fire. The guards under the city wall are collecting the entrance fee as usual. It is very cheap. Each person only needs one copper plate, and the caravan is charged separately.

There was no case of lining one's pockets, because Zhenyang Mountain was in sight. The guards guarding the city checked Wang Ping's spare identity card, and did not waive the one-coin entry fee just because he was a member of the Daozang Hall. The outer walls of buildings in the city are all inlaid with firewood boards like city walls. There are some low yards in remote alleys that use firewood directly as building materials.

"There are water magic arrays set up in many places in the city. It's really a strange combination." Yu Lian reminded Wang Ping.

Wang Ping calmly threw down some vegetation seeds, and soon found out that what Yu Lian said was true. Those magic formations were the simplest water control magic formations. Wang Ping was not too surprised, because Huo Zhu Mu Yi Yes, the water magic circle must be arranged to extinguish the fire.

It seemed that it was not just to put out the fire, because through the spreading vegetation, Wang Ping saw someone lighting his house on fire. It seemed that he wanted to please the gods of the True Yang Sect he believed in. Fortunately, the nearby water magic circle was activated in time and saved the house. His whole family died.

"There are always some lazy people in this world who fantasize about getting something for nothing. People like them are not worth saving at all. Burning them to death is the best way." Yu Lian also sensed the people in the corner of the city through Wang Ping's spiritual sea. Fire, she had a different take on it.

Wang Ping was noncommittal. In this era of gods and immortals, mortals always have all kinds of beautiful fantasies, but fantasies can only be fantasies.

There are no vendors on both sides of the city streets. You can occasionally see vendors pushing pushcarts, sweating profusely as they rush into the city. It must be that the government has designated a market specifically for trading.

Two-quarters of an hour later, Wang Ping followed the crowd to an intersection. The intersection was clearly leading to the center of the city, where the attic of the Daozang Hall was already in sight. There was a lot of people on the left, and the trolleys were also rushing to the left. Go there, I guess it's the city's market; the road on the right is clean, and there are many horse-drawn carriages passing by, and there's a strong smell of rouge, so I guess it's where the city railings are.

After Wang Ping looked at it for a while, he walked straight forward. He was not going to Daozang Hall, but saw an inn secretly run by the Qianmuguan Internal Affairs Bureau. This time, Zhao Wan sent information about the Internal Affairs Bureau's contact points in Zhongzhou. All were given to him.

The decoration outside the inn follows the local customs, and is also all red. The first thing you smell when entering the inn is the aroma of wine, followed by the smell of sweat, because the most guests in the inn are wanderers and traveling Taoist priests.

Wang Ping's arrival only attracted the attention of the waiter. The waiter bowed enthusiastically and trotted over, asking in a cheerful tone: "What does the Taoist Master want to bring?"

"Is there a private room?"

"Have!"

"Take me to the private room..."

"Okay, Taoist Master, please come with me."

The waiter turned sideways and led the way.

The private room was on the second floor. The room was very small. The waiter went in first and opened the window. When the noisy sounds on the street came in, Wang Ping followed him into the private room.

"Taoist Priest, what do you want?"

Wang Ping took out a few specially made pieces of silver from his pocket and handed them to the waiter, "I came all the way and heard that the sausages in your Da Linfu City are very delicious. Give me two pieces to try, and a pot of rice wine."

"Okay, wait a minute."

After the waiter left, there was a sound of suona outside the window. Wang Ping subconsciously used his soul to connect to the vegetation generated by the seeds he had scattered to explore.

But a funeral procession came down from Beicheng, but this procession was dressed up in a particularly festive manner.

(End of this chapter)