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Chapter 140 Target Qingcheng Mountain Shangqing Palace
Intentionally planting flowers but not blooming, unintentionally planting willows and willows make a shade.

Walking out of the City God's Mansion in Qingshan County, Wu Ming lamented that the world is impermanent, and there is no reason to talk about life.

At the beginning, Wu Ming tried every means to get rid of Hu Jiumei so that he could complete the task and get rewarded.

But now, he has become Song Tao's ninth-rank Yin official, but he is in the same group as Hu Jiumei, and his life is really dramatic.

"Congratulations, my lord, for being promoted, and congratulations to you, my little ones!" Seeing Wu Ming come out, the four little ghosts carrying the sedan chair all smiled happily.

At this time, Wu Ming was wearing a ninth-grade green official uniform and a waist badge with the word "inspection" on his waist. He really looked like a sinister official.

However, Wu Ming was a monk halfway through, and had not received formal training in the underworld.

He only knew that he was the Ninth Rank Inspector, but what he should do, what rights and obligations he had, was not clear at all.

"Do you four know what the duties of the Ninth-Rank Patrol Envoy are?" Wu Ming asked the four little ghosts while playing with the badge in his hand.

Hearing Wu Ming's question, a little ghost carrying a sedan chair laughed and explained: "My lord, the authority of this inspector is in Yangjian, responsible for patrolling the peace of the place. If you encounter ghosts making trouble, you can control it if you can. If you can't, you can control it." Reporting, it’s actually quite relaxing.”

In the little ghost's explanation, the duty of this patrol envoy is similar to that of the patrol police of later generations.

If you meet someone who is dedicated, you will be exhausted in this position, and it will be endless trivial things.

Conversely, this position is also the most leisurely. If you don't want to take care of anything, you will ignore what you see, and pass it by so-so.

"This little Zhima official is really shabby. I don't know if there is a chance for promotion and salary increase. If he becomes a city god or something, it will be worth seeing!" Wu Ming thought so, and got on the sedan chair Returned to Yangjian.

At this time, it was 05:30 in the morning in Yangjian, and the light had already torn apart the night.

The morning sun at dawn shone on the four little ghosts. The little ghosts only showed disgust on their faces, but they didn't show any special reaction.

Seeing a few ghosts not even afraid of the sun, Wu Ming was somewhat surprised and asked, "You ghosts, why aren't you afraid of the sun?"

"My lord, you really know how to joke. We are serious ghost messengers. If we are still afraid of the sun, then the world is in chaos." The four little ghosts explained, carrying a sedan chair down from the sky, and landed in the courtyard of Wumenju. Inside.

Put the sedan chair down, and Wu Ming stepped out of it.

Then, the four little ghosts clasped their hands together, and under Wu Ming's gaze, they carried the sedan chair and disappeared in place, returning to the underworld to return to their lives.

"I don't need to think about this task. Next, should I go directly to seek immortality and visit Taoism, or wait for Yan Chixia to come back in the middle of nowhere?" Wu Ming thought for a while, feeling that Yan Chixia's whereabouts were uncertain, There is no point in waiting.

Instead of waiting for Yan Chixia to come back before leaving, it is better to find her own fairy fate and come back to have a look after she is done.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming started to pack his things, intending to come here once, as long as he said he would go.

As for the destination of the journey, Wu Ming had already thought about it.

Among them, the Qing Palace on Qingcheng Mountain, where there is the inheritance of the Supreme Lord, must be visited.

If it goes well, besides Shangqing Palace, Wu Ming would also like to visit Laoshan, Kunlunshan, Yuhuashan and other places.

After packing up his things, Wu Ming took one last look at the courtyard and left without saying a word.

Not a single word was left, nor was there any letter.

Just like a gathering of everyone, Wu Ming's arrival was light and calm, and his departure was also clean and tidy.

After leaving Wumenju, Wu Ming thought about it, but he still didn't use magic to hurry.

After all, in the story of Xiandao, sincerity and fate are the most talked about.

In the prehistoric story, Sanqing had a predestined relationship with Hongjun, and as a result, the three of them were accepted by Hongjun as personal disciples.

The two sages in the West were not destined enough, but they had perseverance and sincerity, and they reluctantly became the registered disciples of the Taoist ancestor.

Qingcheng Mountain is more than 2000 miles away from Jiuxiang Town. If Wu Ming uses flying magic, he can reach it in a day at most. It can be said to be easy and enjoyable.

But in this way, it does not reflect his sincerity, but it is suspected of trickery.

"The inheritance of the Supreme Master of the Shangqing Palace can make Zhou Sheng immortal in ten years. If there is no expert in this place, I will not believe it if I am killed. And I practice magic, which is incompatible with Taoist magic. If I don't think about it carefully, I am afraid that even I can’t even enter the other side’s gate! Well, since that’s the case, I’ll walk for two thousand miles to see the customs and customs along the way, and let the experts in the Shangqing Palace see my heart for the Tao.”

Wu Ming made a decision in his mind, he not only wanted to walk the two thousand miles, but he also wanted to walk steadily like an ordinary person.

If possible, he didn't plan to use magic along the way, so as not to be suspected of cheating.

In this way, Wu Ming has nothing to regret if he is still rejected by the Shangqing Palace even when he reaches Mount Qingcheng, at least he has tried his best.

Jiuxiang Town.
"Brothers, keep an eye on the goods. We won't enter the town until we enter Liuzhou!"

As soon as they entered the town, a caravan came towards them, and there were bursts of shouting.

Wu Ming heard what the other party meant, and found that the direction of Liuzhou, where the caravan was going, happened to be on the same road as him.

"It's really a coincidence. I'm going to Qingcheng Mountain to go through Liuzhou, so I can just follow them." Wu Ming looked at the caravan with a smile on his face.

These days, the world is not peaceful, and merchants who dare to do business across continents are all powerful existences.

Among other things, the caravan in front of me consisted of dozens of large vehicles.In addition to the coachman and the guys escorting the caravan, there were dozens of thugs with knives at their waists, escorting the caravan forward.

At first glance, the entire caravan has at least two or three hundred people. Unless there is a major accident, ordinary bandits and bandits will have to go around when they see such a caravan.

The caravan walked ahead, and Wu Ming followed slowly behind, a distance of more than ten meters.

Wu Ming was not the only one following the caravan.

In addition to Wu Ming, there were also a grandpa and grandson who went to Liuzhou to join relatives, and a shopkeeper who carried burdens, all of whom seemed to be on the way.

"Brother, what's your surname? Are you going to Liuzhou too?" Wu Ming and his grandfather and grandson stayed close to each other, chatting on the way to relieve boredom.

"Miangui's surname is Liu. My son is in Liuzhou City and works as the shopkeeper of a restaurant. No, I wrote a letter a while ago, asking me to take my grandson there to enjoy the blessings!" Old man Liu is 60 years old, his face is flushed, and Very chatty.

After walking seven or eight miles, although Wu Ming didn't ask in detail, he almost knew the situation of old man Liu's family.

On the other side, the salesman who carried the load was a man who didn't like to talk.

Along the way, the shopkeeper kept his head down, and only occasionally looked at the caravan in front of him, showing a bit of longing.

"Grandpa, someone is pushing a cart over there!" While chatting, Old Man Liu's grandson, Xiaobao, suddenly pointed to the fork in front of him.

Wu Ming and old man Liu looked up and found a strong man pushing a cart at the fork in the road.

What is strange is that the clothes on this strong man are a bit conspicuous, and they are actually pure white filial piety.I don't know what the brawny man can push in this suit.

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