When you go out, there are rarely any smooth sailing times.

Even in the old world, you will encounter accidents.

The caravan looked at the closed city gate and looked at the sun that had not yet completely set in the sky, and he kept stamping his feet.

——The city gate was closed early, and they rushed along the way, but in the end they were unable to enter the city.

Although there are fixed hours to open and close the city gate every day, it is normal to postpone it for a quarter of an hour in advance, especially in the county towns below the prefecture. The city gate officials are a little lazy and the people have no place to deal with it.

There are no sheds and houses near the city. There are few trees, mainly moats and trenches.

The rainfall in Yuzhou this year is quite sufficient. The fields are green and there is water in the moat, but it is quite turbid. It is obviously unrealistic to find a place to shelter nearby to stay overnight. Not only do people have to sleep, but mules and horses also have to drink water and rest.

The man who made the idea in the caravan decided to try his luck with the stadiumer and decided to go to a village more than ten miles away.

Not only was this caravan kept away by the city gate, but Meng and Qi also failed to catch up.

Mo Li didn't plan to climb over the wall.

——It’s easy to climb over the wall. What should I do if the horse and the cart are following? Just throw it outside?

Mo Li counted the dry food she carried with her and found that there was also a pack of fried chestnuts, a pack of candy cakes, and four hard buns.

Chestnuts and candy cakes were bought in a larger town yesterday, and the taste was far worse than that of Taijing. But for Meng Qi, it is better to have one than not, what should I be picky about?

The pastries brought by Taijing were finished early and they would be broken even if they were reluctant to eat them. It would be better to get into your stomach early. Meng Qi said so. He didn't mention the matter of stuffing Mo Li's mouth while saying it.

Even when Meng Qi saw Mo Li take out the dry food, he couldn't help but touch two pieces of candy cakes, and then one piece of them by one.

"It's so terrible." Mo Li refused.

There are several types of sugar. The pastries in the Beijing shop use the best white sugar, with uniform particles and delicate texture, and then maltose. As for small towns in the countryside, there are no such good sugar. There are many impurities. The filling of the snacks made with it is very hard and very terrible. You must drink water after eating it.

Although they have enough dry food, there is not much water.

Although Mo Li thinks he is a fish, he does not drink raw water. There is no reason. This is the result of Mr. Qin's words and deeds. As early as hundreds of years ago, many medical books and famous doctors in Xinglin knew that some diseases came from raw water.

People are poor, and most of the firewood is used for cooking. They drink it directly when they are made by the well water. If they want to boil all the water before using it, the expenses of firewood will immediately double. Even the mountain people who collect firewood by themselves will add a heavy burden.

So it is useless to understand this principle. If the people have no money, they will keep drinking raw water. If the epidemic breaks out, it will be shocking.

However, for hundreds of years, the courts of all dynasties have not been idle. Now the larger prefectures have "water shops", which are shops selling hot water, and those who carry loads to sell in the streets and alleys. The people in the market have also become a habit of buying water. They save money than cooking themselves, and they are not troublesome, and they can buy it as soon as possible. If you don't have much money at home, you can go to a tea stall. The worst-quality coarse tea is a bowl of one penny, which is quenching thirst and clean.

There is no shop here now, and I can’t even find firewood to make a fire. Mo Li thought that Meng Qi would just eat this piece of candy cake by himself.

By the way, eating such sweet things without drinking water is also a skill? I just don’t know if this advantage is the Dragon Vein itself or the uniqueness of the internal skills masters.

Mo Li couldn't figure it out because he was obviously both, but he still didn't have this talent.

Perhaps this is the difference between fish and fat mice.

"It's really not as good as the capital. By the way, which shop's sugar cakes do you like in Beijing?" Meng Qi gave Mo Li seven or eight names in one breath, all of which Meng Qi once bought.

Mo Li thought blankly, did the sugar cake come from so many shops? He seemed to have only one difference, one was the smell of osmanthus candy, and the other was the braised rose.

“The flour is different, the taste is also different.”

"……Yeah?"

Looking at Mo Li's confused eyes, Meng Qi silently swallowed the words he didn't say.

He originally wanted to tell Mo Li that Taijing candy cake is truly delicious. Even if he travels all over the world and eats all over the country, he still has to return to Taijing to taste the taste. He still reels people back again without hesitation. How great is it! If the doctor wants to return to Zhushan County, Pingzhou, he can still pass by Taijing!

As a result, the words started, but they couldn't continue. Meng Qi chewed the candy cake in frustration.

"Eat less." Mo Li couldn't help but wonder what the dragon with all her teeth was like.

I can only think about it, but I can't see it.

The original form of the dragon is transformed by spiritual energy. If the spiritual energy is scarce, the dragon may be very spiritless, with dark scales and eyes unsightly, or even the dragon horns are broken and incomplete, and it will not only lack teeth.

The carriage was swaying, and the sky was almost dark, and the mules and horses in the caravan seemed anxious.

Because the fodder was not fed in time, Mo Li and the others' car also slowed down. The horse pulling the car kept waving its head, as if it was about to turn its head and urge the people in the car.

"Dingling."

A faint sound of bells came from the wind. Mo Li didn't care at first. He stopped the car and started searching for beans. This was for feeding horses. Horses were like children, and they loved to eat, drink, and play. After feeding them, they let them eat bad food, and they refused to agree.

These bean ingredients are mainly easy to carry bean cakes. They can also be used as rewards when training horses on weekdays, so that they can avoid detours and work diligently tow trucks instead of always thinking about having fun in the fields.

The sound of the bell gradually became louder and mixed with high and low shouts. Mo Li raised her head in confusion.

The caravan was slower than them, and the troopers were dragging the mules and horses forward, wanting to arrive at the next Sutou as soon as possible.

At this time, several horses quickly ran past them. It was the young man who was asking Mo Li to chat with him halfway. He seemed to be preparing to ride a horse to investigate in front. Behind him was three men dressed in a wardrobe. He looked like he was brought out by his own family, which was very different from the clothes of the mate.

The young man was a little surprised when he saw Meng Qi's figure. He didn't expect that there was another person in the car.

It was just dark, and Meng Qi turned his back to this side again, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Damn it!" A bodyguard cursed loudly from behind.

The wheels of a loading carriage were trapped in the dirt pit.

The pit was not very big at first, but the goods they carried were heavy. When it was dark, the people pushing the cart didn't see it, so they fell in. Everyone was panicked and hurriedly wanted to push the car out, but the pit became bigger and bigger.

"Ding bell choke..."

Meng Qi listened to the voice and said strangely: "Is there anyone here who cheated on corpses?"

There are very few people rapping bells on the road at night, and this place is not the Gobi Desert outside the pass, and the caravans all hang camel bells.

Especially when you only hear the sound and there is no fire, it is very bizarre. Who still walks in the dark?

While speaking, the young man riding a horse came back. This time he had no intention of looking at this side, but rushed back to the caravan.

"The Holy Lotus Altar scholars were holding a Dharma assembly in front of them, so they couldn't get around and could only turn around."

"What? It's so unlucky. The villages and towns can't go."

Mo Li frowned, but he didn't expect that these three words could be heard in the heart of the Central Plains.

Seeing Mo Li's expression change, Meng Qi patted the doctor's back of his hand to comfort him, and stood up and headed for the caravan.

Although he was wearing a hat, his clothes were already thin and tall, looking like an ordinary person. He walked over from the darkness. The caravan's outer guards and the driver were alert, and he was about to ask questions stuck in his throat, but he instinctively held the hidden weapon tightly.

"You are here to go out for a trip with your friends. This is the first time I have set foot in this nearby. I wonder where the Holy Lotus Altar came from? What's going on with the Dharma Assembly?"

If there are ready-made people, please ask, Master Meng will be lazy if he can be lazy.

Everyone in the caravan looked at each other, and after a while the young man squeezed over. He looked up and down at Meng Qi, with obvious surprise on his face.

"The Holy Lotus Altar... is a group of poor people who believe in the true Buddha and truth, and they are all mumbling all day long. Generally, they don't get close to them if they can. They are very bad for outsiders. Not to mention staying around, they will even be driven away when they enter their village." The young man said a few words casually, and couldn't help but mutter, "It seems that more and more people have been in the past two years. It was obviously not like this before."

Meng Qi's expression was shaking when he heard this.

He bowed and thanked him, without saying a word of anything else, he turned around and returned to the carriage.

"Who is this? She is so abrupt and rude. I don't know how to greet the old man here." The servant beside the young man complained.

"Okay, don't make trouble when you go out! Do you know what the other party is?" The young man slapped the servant's head.

"What's the origin? Can it be a royal relative?" the servant murmured.

Even if the strange old man was to talk to him, he would have to ask the boss first. Otherwise, he would not be polite. There was indeed an older manager in the caravan, who was also the one who made the decision this time, and he was the leader of the caravan. Although Meng Qi ignored him throughout the whole process, he nodded when he heard the young man's words: "Young Master Qiu said it well, that man was unusual at first glance. Let's get the car out and change the road quickly."

When Meng Qi returned to the car, he saw Mo Li looking heavy. There were more and more people in the Holy Lotus Hall, which was definitely not a good thing.

Meng Qi did not delay for a moment and immediately suggested that he go to the villages and towns there to check.

Mo Li was not worried about him. It was difficult to be in danger in such a small place. He just felt that the Holy Lotus Altar or the King of Heavenly Scholar might be planning something, so he reminded him: "Don't alert the snake."

Meng Qi waved his hand and signaled that nothing happened. His figure flashed into the darkness.

The sound of bronze bells, gongs and drums came from afar. Mo Li carefully distinguished it, and you could still hear the sound of worshiping the Big Dipper Ziwei Star Lord.

Ziweixingjun should be a Taoist god.

Taoism emphasizes the nature of heaven and earth. Even if you worship gods, there is no such noisy. The people in the Holy Lotus Hall hold magic weapons, do not shave their heads but only wear their hair, but also take the style of worshiping Maitreya in the past. So it seems that monks are not monks and Taoists are not righteous, but more like things that are troubled by evil ways in the world.

When Meng Qi arrived, he saw that the people in the village were kneeling on the ground, and more than a dozen people in white clothes and white robes were jumping around, rumbling about words.

There are three animals on the altar, and there are also wine and fruits.

It is not a living sacrifice, nor is there a statue of gods, only a sandalwood tablet with the name of Ziwei Star Lord.

The white-robed Holy Lotus Altar believers looked like villagers. They said they were white clothes, but in fact they were all yellowed, and none of them could do martial arts. Meng Qi walked around the village and found that except for the elderly who were unable to move, everyone else gathered at the entrance of the village to worship Ziweixingjun.

The greetings are very ordinary, nothing more than good weather and happiness for the whole family.

Nothing was found out, and Meng Qi's expression did not improve.

He returned to Mo Li without saying a word and shook his head at Dr. Mo.

"Isn't it the Holy Lotus Altar?" Mo Li was puzzled. He didn't hear the sound of fighting, and the sound of tambourines continued.

Meng Qi said calmly: "It's all ordinary people... I just believed in the Holy Lotus Altar."

Mo Li thought something.

It is inevitable that the people believe in gods and Buddhas, but they just have the difference between believing in something.

"The whole village believes in the Purple Star Lord of the Holy Lotus Altar." Meng Qi frowned, thinking deeper and farther than that.

It doesn't matter what the people believe in. If others are not allowed to believe differently from themselves, or if they only believe in one god in the same village and village, it seems very dangerous and not normal to Mengqi.

"I don't know if it's just a village or town, or there are such trends nearby..."

"Even if the Holy Lotus Altar is a disaster, they want the people to give up their comfortable life and start a rebellion, which is a bit difficult." Mo Li and Meng Qi had different ideas, and felt that things were not yet irreversible.

"They don't need to do anything here, just cause trouble for the Qi Dynasty. For example, creating rumors that the land tax has increased, or simply killing people, or framed the playboys who framed the government, can incite people. At first, the people may just ask for an explanation, and the conflict will be unexpected. When the two sides are out of control, no matter who comes forward, it will not be able to calm down."

Even if Meng Qi knew about it, he had no choice.

I don’t know how many villages and towns like this, nor do they do evil like the villagers of Qinghu Town. They just worship Ziweixingjun. After hearing the intrigue, if someone comes forward and refuses to do this, it will arouse a rebellious heart and will easily cause bad things.

"The emperor Lu Zhang is really confused. Are all fools in the Qi Dynasty officials? Don't you discover the disadvantages of the Holy Lotus Altar early and let them grow stronger!"
Chapter completed!