plumnovel Chapter 329
Chapter 329
Chapter 329
Mo Chuan was riding a dragon horse, and had just passed through the deep city gate, when the noise of boiling against the sky suddenly rushed to his face.
Looking around, the familiar and eerie lively scene came into view.
It was a middle-earth building, full of barbarians, pack horses and camels, walking with their tails in their mouths, flicking their tails to repel flies from time to time, and pulling down piles of excrement.
The spacious streets were turned into mud, and the stench of excrement and urine was disgusting.
Thanks to Mo Chuan riding the dragon colt, otherwise it would be difficult for him to move an inch.
Going deeper, as the crowd diverges, the street gradually becomes clean, with the guise of the Central Plains hanging all over the sides of the street.
Opposite the wine shop and the inn;
Soliciting customers in Goulan and casinos.
Suddenly a herdsman rushed in front of Mo Chuan, looked at Mo Chuan sitting on the dragon horse with a look of fanaticism, and chanted something like "big bones, thick mane, tall mane, eyes like hanging mirrors, head like side bricks" and so on. The language of horses is like Bole seeing a thousand-mile horse.
Seeing this, Fu Meng became anxious, and hurriedly yelled to drive him away.
Seeing this, Mo Chuan said with a smile: "Walking with you, there will be a farewell. I have been taken care of along the way, and the dragon horse will be presented to you. See you again."
With that said, he got off his horse, chose a street at random, and walked away.
"Fu Meng respectfully sends off the Immortal Elder!"
Seeing this, Fumeng bowed his hands and bowed to see him off.
……
After leaving the caravan, Mo Chuan wandered around the city leisurely, enjoying the exotic atmosphere.
Probably because of the paper-cut blowing out of the reason.
Although this city is exquisite, it lacks a lot of fireworks.
cookie-cutter shops;
clean alley;
A residence that became a temporary residence for merchants.
Too many details prove that this place is special.
It wasn't until Mo Chuan wandered into the bulk commodity trading distribution center that the unspeakable fireworks came over his face.
This is an open space in the city, where countless caravans gather.
Porcelain, lacquerware, silk, herbs, gold, silver, copper and iron from Middle Earth...
Fur, bone implements, cheese, daigo from the grassland...
Pegasus, camels, zebu, parrots, dried fruits, wine, spices, etc. from the farther western regions.
And all kinds of strange things that can't be named.
Among them, there are even various magic tools.
Human skin drums, hand-bone flutes, huancaoluo, Jinfa snails, seven holy knives... emerge in endlessly.
Most of them are the protective objects that businessmen ask for when they travel the rivers and lakes. For some reason, they appear in the market again.
However, in Mo Chuan's eyes, most of them are fakes.
Even if it is genuine, it cannot be said to be precious.
He wandered among them, got excited and bought a Zoroastrian Seven Sacred Knife.
This is one of the seven holy knives, a leather knife. It is narrow and sharp, and its material is very ordinary. It looks like it is just forged from ordinary wrought iron. The surface is even covered with a layer of rust, but there is an indescribable force lingering on it.
Presumably this is the unique power of Zoroastrianism.
Mo Chuan played with it for a long time, but didn't notice the slightest clue. He had to admit that Zoroastrianism was able to spread under the suppression of many grassland sects such as Lamaism, Shamanism, etc., and it really had its own uniqueness.
"If you have a chance, try this exercise."
Mo Chuan put away the Seven Holy Sabers, muttering inwardly.
It took a whole day to go around, and the stove for offering sacrifices was full of fresh goods from the grasslands of the Western Regions, thinking about bringing them to open Wei Li's eyes.
Before you know it, night falls.
Mo Chuan was about to enter a wine shop when a young lama wearing a purple monk's hat stopped Mo Chuan and bowed to the Buddha with his palms together: "Nawu Manna King Tathagata, Daoist Master, please stay here, Daoist Yuanwei welcomes you!"
Mo Chuan stopped in his tracks, with a look of surprise on his face.
——People who practice Taoism send lamas here, which is a bit interesting.
"Also ask the master to lead the way!"
"Please!"
The young lama clapped his hands, and eight serfs came over with a sedan chair on their shoulders and bowed to invite him.
What's more, they prostrate in front of the sedan chair and act as human stools.
Mo Chuan was expressionless, stepped on the void, and got on the sedan chair.
"Get up!"
With a cry, the serf carried the sedan chair and ran towards the depths of the city at a brisk pace.
Along the way, the caravan backed away, which is not surprising.
After about a stick of incense, the sedan chair went straight into a high gate with long halberds, and stopped in front of an elegant hall.
"Daoist Master You Xu, to—"
The lama accompanied the sedan chair and called out loudly, and several Taoist lamas came out in a file, clasping their hands in response.
"I have heard the name of Taoist Master Mingchen for a long time, but today I can see her, and she is truly outstanding and extraordinary!"
One of them was very old, looked at the old Taoist priest who was an octogenarian, and explained Mo Chuan's name in one sentence, his cloudy eyes were full of scrutiny,
"Missing praise, fellow daoist, do you think he is Yuanwei Daoist?"
Mo Chuan returned the gift and asked tentatively, not surprised by the exposure of his identity.
"It's the poor way!"
"Paper-cutting city walls, Taoism and supernatural powers."
"Congratulations." Real Yuan Wei exchanged greetings, and then took the initiative to introduce the loudspeaker beside him to Mo Chuan: "This is Guru Balie of Zhagan Monastery."
"Long time!"
The two sides greeted each other briefly, then entered the room and took a seat.
"Pindao suddenly heard that a high-grade dragon colt came to the city today. After many inquiries, he found out that it was a fellow daoist who came to a wild place. He was very surprised. According to what the pindao knew, fellow daoist should be in Guangling Dragon City at this time. It’s right to work as a right actor, why did you suddenly arrive at the vast grassland?”
After entering the room, Yuanwei Daoist asked politely.
"Being moved by the Dao heart, I suddenly felt something, so I followed the trail." Mo Chuan laughed.
Master Yuanwei and Lama Balek looked at each other.
"Fellow Taoist, aren't you afraid that the Daolu Division will punish you for dereliction of duty?" Taoist Yuan Wei asked again.
"Rather than caring about the poor daoist, fellow daoist, why don't you care about yourself. As a member of the Taoist sect, if you join the grassland, you are not afraid that the poor daoist is here to kill you?"
In Mo Chuan's words, there is a hidden front.
Regardless of whether Taoist Yuanwei is a secret agent sent by the Daolu Department, there is nothing wrong with his words.
Grasslands are not fools.
Since Taoist Yuanwei can be accepted, there must be a reason, so he will never change his position just because of one or two words from him.
"Saving the world and saving people is the righteousness of my Taoism! A poor Taoist abandons the light and enters the darkness, just to save all living beings, what is wrong with it? But a fellow Taoist, who does not practice Taoism, but becomes a private tool of Daolu Division's authority, how sad? It’s better to set things right and follow the poor to save all sentient beings, this is a great merit and virtue, and should be favored by the Dao of Heaven.”
Real Yuan Wei was neither sad nor happy when he heard the words, and retorted righteously, and even wooed Mo Chuan.
"If the hell is not empty, I swear that I will not become a Buddha! Yuanwei Daoist's action is the holy practice of a Bodhisattva, and Daoist friends also practice Buddhism, how can you not know?" Balie Lama, who had never spoken, said solemnly.
"Fellow Daoist's strategy of saving the country with curves is quite novel." Mo Chuan sarcastically said.
"Let's not talk about the orthodox dispute!"
Master Yuan Wei obviously didn't understand, and interrupted the topic with a wave of his hand: "Pindao heard that Taoist friends raise real dragons, and now seeing fellow Taoist Longju, I know that seeing is better than seeing once! Pindao is willing to spend the financial resources of the grassland to buy dragon grass , I also hope that fellow Taoists will be fulfilled!"
Mo Chuan's expression was half a smile, but not a smile: "Poverty Dao opened an academy in the wilderness of thousands of miles, and wanted to collect all the Taoism in the world. There is no distinction between teachings. Now Taoism, Buddha and demons are all included, only Zoroastrianism, lamas, shamans...etc. I have never collected the exercises of the Western Regions, and I have always regretted it. If fellow Taoists can make up for the regrets of the poor, Long Zhucao will naturally be easy to talk about."
"This……"
Daoist Yuanwei and Lama Balie looked at each other, Ming Chen had a big appetite, didn't he?
(End of this chapter)