Chapter 212

In the inn lobby, the lights were dim and yellow.

The waiter was serving dishes.

A plate of sheepskin flower silk, a pot of milk soup pot fish, a pot of elbow with handle, steaming hot.

Although the rain outside had stopped, the rain's chill became even more intense, as if a single rain had transitioned from autumn to winter. The inn lobby formed a sharp contrast with the cold night outside.

Footsteps came from the wooden stairs leading to the second floor.

Two Daoists, each with a fox, and a martial artist, all came down from upstairs.

"The three of you, the dishes are ready."

The waiter greeted them with a smile.

"Cook another mutton soup, and filter two bowls of wine for me; it is a bit cold today, to warm the body." Luo Seng said.

"Coming right up!"

The three then all sat down at the table.

They had just walked a stretch of wet stone road.

Fortunately, this stretch of road near the county town was a good road paved with gravel, and after the rainwater seeped through, it was easy to walk.

Here, just as Luo Seng said, there were many merchant families outside the county town, and whether it was inns, hotels, or wine shops and stores, nothing was lacking.

Now that they had money in their pockets, they found a decent inn, not only asking for three superior rooms but also having the shopkeeper prepare a good meal.

Sitting down to eat at this moment, they were immediately satisfied.

It is said that people who cultivate the Dao do not care about money, and that money is an external object, but when the purse is slightly more affluent, staying in a good inn during the journey and eating a good meal after getting wet in the rain, the feeling is truly different.

Especially since this money was not stolen or robbed, it was earned with peace of mind and spent with peace of mind.

"Wine is here! The soup will have to wait a moment!"

The waiter brought up two bowls of wine, placed them on the table, and said with a grin: "Our wine is self-brewed; no other place is allowed to brew wine, and they all get it from us! Our wine also has strength; drinking a bowl guarantees that a hero's body will immediately warm up and won't be cold all night."

"This weather is changing too fast."

Luo Seng picked up one of the bowls of wine, and while speaking, pointed to the other bowl of wine for Lin Jue.

"Isn't it! A few days ago the sun was out, and there was even a bit of an 'autumn tiger' feel; these past few days, with one rain, it's like the cold of winter again!" The waiter responded.

"It will warm up again in a few days, and after a few more days, and a few more days of rain, it will be completely winter." Lin Jue also said, while saying to Luo Seng, "I cannot hold my liquor, and I still have to meditate at night, so I won't drink."

"Oh my! Can the Daoist read celestial phenomena?" The waiter exclaimed.

"I know a little."

"Then this little one must see if the weather in the next few days is as the Daoist says." The waiter said.

"The weather often changes and has no fixed number. Even with a fixed number, it cannot resist change; I dare not say it is absolutely accurate, but it is roughly like this." Lin Jue said, looking at him again, "Isn't it mostly like this every year?"

"That is also true."

At this time, the soup in the back kitchen was not yet cooked, and the waiter had nothing to do, so he was happy to chat with them here.

Luo Seng took the opportunity to ask:

"We are new here, but we heard on the road that there is an Immortal Elder Green Water here who can guide people to heaven to become immortals; is it true or false?"

"Oh my..."

As soon as the waiter heard this, he stopped speaking.

It was obvious he was not as talkative and fond of telling stories as the waiter at the inn in Qingyan County.

"Clang! Gurgle..."

A few copper coins flew from the martial artist's hand, landed on the empty table beside them, and lined up in a row, spinning.

Under the light, the martial artist's face was weathered, his expression steady:

"That person said this matter is known to everyone in Fanghua County; could it be that only you don't know?"

The implication was that if he didn't say it, he could go ask someone else.

"It's not that I don't know, it's just that I don't dare to say!" Although the waiter said so and showed a look of difficulty, he reached out and gathered those copper coins, spreading them out in his hand.

"Why don't you dare to say? Isn't that an immortal?"

"Before, everyone said it was an immortal, but a while ago, an inspecting censor from the imperial court came here and said it was not an immortal, but a yaoguai. He said those people didn't ascend to heaven, but were harmed." The waiter couldn't help but show some fear on his face, and his voice lowered, "With things like this, how could I dare to speak casually?"

"There is such a thing? Then which one do you believe?"

"I am just an inn waiter, how can I be said to believe which one? I just want to live my own life well."

"Smart approach." Luo Seng nodded, paused, and asked again, "Now that such things have happened, surely no one dares to go there to seek ascension to become an immortal anymore, right?"

"Why wouldn't they?"

"There are still people who dare to go?"

"There aren't as many as before, but there are always some." The waiter answered truthfully, "Last month, I went to see it myself."

"Hmm?" Luo Seng couldn't help but be surprised, "The people here are so convinced?"

"No matter what, there are always some." The waiter still said so, but his expression was somewhat strange, and he didn't speak directly, then said, "You will know once you go to see."

"I just want to go and see for myself! Can you point the way?"

"Hmm..."

The waiter shook his hand, and the copper coins in his hand flew up and fell again, making a series of crisp sounds.

"You slippery fellow!"

Luo Seng just smiled and didn't argue with him.

With a flick of his thumb, without any other movement on his hand, a few copper coins flew up again and landed in the waiter's hand.

"The hero has good skills!"

The waiter was immediately happy.

"On the fifteenth of every month, go out and turn right, first walk in the direction of Chenxi County, walk forty li, see a cliff, turn onto a small path on the right, walk another ten-plus li of mountain road, and you will be there. It doesn't matter if you can't remember; there will be many people on the road at that time, just follow them."

The waiter paused as he spoke:

"Today is the tenth, there are still a few days until the fifteenth; if you are still staying at my small shop, I can come and call you at that time."

"Deal!"

Luo Seng was clean and neat, agreeing to it.

The junior sister couldn't help but look at the senior brother, and seeing that the senior brother didn't object, she couldn't help but feel somewhat wondrous in her heart.

Before, on the road, they would stay in temples whenever they could, and if they couldn't, sleeping in the wilderness was common; occasionally staying in inns, they were mostly thatched inns and carriage inns, and they only stayed for one night; how could it be like this time, staying in a good inn and even staying for several days?

Is this the feeling of rich people spending money?

Why does it not feel good in my heart?

The junior sister felt some heartache, so she had to frantically shovel rice.

A shout came from the back kitchen.

The waiter went to serve the soup.

A pot of mutton soup, with a thin layer of mutton on top, and white radish sliced underneath, looking very oily.

The junior sister had just finished shoveling the rice, picked up a spoon, and without being polite, pushed aside the top layer of meat and scooped a large bowl of white radish and soup.

"Junior sister, eat more meat, rest well here for a few days, and go over to see in a few days."

"I know!"

The junior sister held the bowl and buried her head, slurping the soup.

Soon after finishing the meal, Lin Jue went to settle the bill.

The junior sister was about to turn and go upstairs to rest when she was called back by him, and he handed over a small porcelain bottle no bigger than a thumb; this was the small bottle the second senior brother liked to use to store precious pills.

"Eat it."

The junior sister habitually took it, and before looking down, just by feeling the thick spiritual rhyme and mystery, she knew what it was.

It was exactly the incomparably precious Spirit Origin Pill.

"Third Shixiong brother, this is..."

"Don't ask so much; I told the waiter to boil water and send it to your room later; take a hot bath and then eat it. After eating, cultivate well and sleep well."

"Okay!"

Only then did the junior sister take the bottle and walk upstairs.

The colored cat jumped up the stairs behind her, following her upstairs.

Lin Jue and the fox also returned to their room.

It really must be said, a good room is different; besides a large bed and an eight-immortal table with four stools, washstands and clothes racks were all available, and there were even some ornaments. In addition, the empty space in the room was completely enough for Lin Jue to continue playing the ball-throwing game with Fuyao.

"Spacious..."

Lin Jue muttered, feeling comfortable, while lighting the night lamp, placing it on the table, and then picking up the wood carving knife.

"Sasha..."

Wood shavings fell all over the floor.

The fox sat obediently beside him, watching him turn withered wood into magic, its eyes flashing.

There is one thing quite worth rejoicing—

Among the four jianghu people and three constables who were willing to follow him this time, two were quite good at using bows; they might not be as good as the hero from a hunter background who could be called a divine archer, but they should be better than Lord Luo, who was staying next door and whose blade technique was peerless in the world.

Lin Jue chose those two first.

It was truly because he had been helped a lot by that archer before.

Eating and drinking, meditating and sleeping, carving bean soldiers, discussing spells with the junior sister, teasing the fox, watching the endless stream of merchants and travelers from the window, a few days passed quickly.

On the morning of the fifteenth of the ninth month, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

"Knock knock..."

The inn waiter came to knock on their door.

Then came his loud voice:

"Hero! Daoist! Fairy! The big team to go to the Ascension Platform has come! If you want to go, just follow behind them!"

This waiter was quite trustworthy.

Lin Jue had just gotten up, wiped his face, and was about to push the window to look outside when he saw the fox jump to the window, push the window open, and then sit by the window, looking back at him.

"Many thanks!"

Lin Jue rubbed the fox's head and looked down.

Sure enough, there was a large crowd of people, vast and mighty.

It was hard to see clearly in the dimness, but he saw people carrying firecrackers and incense, people carrying offerings and tributes, people leading mules and horses, and some even sitting in sedan chairs, coming from the left and going to the right; at first glance, one would think it was a temple fair in the city, and these people were all going to reward the gods and worship the gods.

But thinking about it, it was about the same.

"Knock knock..."

"Understood."

Lin Jue hurriedly went to wash his face and rinse his mouth.

It was just that Lin Jue and the junior sister had a lot of luggage now, mainly Lin Jue's things, and it was quite time-consuming to pack, so Luo Seng was gnawing on steamed buns at the door waiting for them.

When they finished packing, the big team had already gone far.

"No need to rush, they are all in that direction, they are not walking fast, we will just go and catch up with them." Luo Seng handed over two steamed buns, as big as a face, "Eat while walking."

"Okay!"

The room bill had already been settled, and the three went out directly.

The two Daoists took out a paper donkey from their bosoms:

"Donkey, manifest."

In the hazy morning, two gray donkeys appeared at the inn entrance, and the two Daoists placed the bamboo baskets on them.

The waiter behind them had just walked out, wanting to ask if they wanted to bring some incense, but seeing this situation, he was directly stunned.

When they arrived at the inn a few nights ago, it was already dark, and the inn was closed; when he heard knocking and opened the door to look, there were only the three of them, a horse, a fox, and a cat outside the door, and he was still curious about how these two Daoists brought the two large bamboo baskets of luggage.

"So that's how it is."

The waiter couldn't help but mutter to himself in a daze.

A series of hoofbeats.

By the time he came to his senses, the three had already walked into the morning mist, their figures gradually disappearing.

"Hiss!"

The waiter shivered.

Could these two be immortals?

With a look of contemplation, he immediately put down the rag and made a decision; today he would also go to see.

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