No matter if you are a human or an immortal, you can still farm for me after traveling through time!

Although there are many jugglers performing on the streets of Ganzhou every day, the Taoist Master Qi Tian who appeared in the market recently to perform "Taoist magic" is not common.

A few days after the first day, the long-awaited Taoist master finally appeared on the streets again!

There were many people who came here because of the Taoist priest’s reputation. Every day they would ask if the Taoist priest had appeared, and they were eager to see with their own eyes whether someone could really take something out of the hot oil!

People came at the sound, and there was no need for Tang Kaide to ring the gong or shout. Before the four of them set up the cauldron, the scene was already packed with people. The influx of people instantly formed a circle, and in a very short time, the surrounding buildings were also filled with people who came to find out what was going on.

This time, the four chose to set up a street stall on Changying Street, the largest street in Ganzhou.

Even though it is a street that is more than 30 meters wide and can accommodate more than ten carriages running side by side, there is a rare congestion today.

The passing caravans were attracted by the grand spectacle. Since they were already stuck in traffic, they decided to stop and take a look. There was no need to rush.

The four people who carried out the preparatory work each performed their duties. Tang Kaide and Yang Xiaolai worked together to move the iron pot from the donkey cart, Feng Yingman carried the heavy stove and placed it in the designated location, while Li Erlang, who was dressed as a Taoist priest, sat cross-legged in meditation with a calm mind, holding a tortoise-shell Ruyi.

Faced with the scene of the streets being deserted, except for Li Erlang who covered his face and closed his eyes, the other three people did not show it on their faces, but they were already a little panicked in their hearts. During the preparation, they looked around with uneasy eyes, sometimes at each other, sometimes at their own team leader, and sometimes at the crowd whose numbers were increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

None of them had expected that this was only their second appearance today, and the scene would be so grand and lively. They had no way to retreat and had to grit their teeth and keep going.

Oh my God, please help Captain Zheng’s method to be able to deceive these hundreds of people in front of us!

In a nearby restaurant, a man in casual clothes was talking to two attendants behind him, pointing at the scene as he spoke: "Qu Ning, Le Fei, look, the Taoist priest sitting in the car is Li Changxiang?"

Le Fei stood behind his master, looking up, frowning, unsure: "The Taoist priest had his hair tied up and his face covered, making it difficult to see his appearance. If the general hadn't sent a letter to remind me, I would never have believed that this man was Li Jiaxianglang!"

Qu Ning narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a long time. Combining the information from General Yang and his own master, he nodded in agreement with his friend: "Sir, that man is indeed Li Changxiang."

This person is Hong Yu!

After receiving the promotion document from the Ministry of Personnel, completing his four-year term as county magistrate, and passing the official assessment, Hong Yu was officially promoted to the governor of Ganzhou.

Hong Yu had just arrived in Ganzhou and was busy familiarizing himself with official duties when the news arrived. No sooner had he heard that a Taoist priest named Qitian had arrived in the prefecture than he received a secret letter from Yang Huang, instructing him not to interfere but to provide private assistance.

Now, no matter how busy Hong Yu was, he had to come out and see what tricks this group of people were playing.

Combining the information collected so far, it was not difficult for Hong Yu to guess that the general was going to take action against the Huihe, but...

"My Lord, look—"

Hong Yu stopped sorting out clues and immediately lowered his head to look at the crowd.

After setting up the iron pot, several people poured sesame oil into the pot.

After two buckets, the iron pot was barely full.

At this time, a man stuffed straw into the furnace, and as the gray smoke rose, the fire also started.

When the fire started, Taoist Master Qi Tian, ​​who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, jumped off the donkey cart with a neat leap, and landed steadily.

It takes a long time to boil this big pot of oil. During the waiting period, Taoist Master Qi Tian announced in a cheerful tone that he had figured out the method to find the rope to heaven.

"Today is the Great Heat, the hottest and most intense time of the year. I would like to take this opportunity to ask the heavens three questions!" Taoist Qi Tian pointed upwards, his robe sleeves falling as he did so. "The clear heavens will surely guide me in finding the rope that reaches the heavens!"

Those who had seen the first performance immediately raised questions, while those who had just arrived were curious about what kind of rope was involved.

The crowd was suddenly in an uproar, with chattering sounds spreading outward and then gathering inward.

Taoist Qi Tian raised his hands and made a pressing and shaking gesture, signaling everyone to calm down. Then he held up three fingers and said, "Does anyone here have rice paper? Could you give me three sheets?"

As the people in the inner circle spread Li Erlang's words to the outer circle, everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

Xuan paper is not ordinary hemp paper or straw paper. Not only is it expensive, but its users are also narrow or fixed. How could ordinary people or peddlers buy it? And scholars or wealthy people who have a demand for Xuan paper certainly would not carry Xuan paper with them when they go out.

There was not a single person in the crowded crowd who could meet the requirements!

At this moment, someone in the outer circle shouted, "Master, don't worry! I have some rice paper! This is half a roll of paper I just bought in the study! Master, take it and use it!"

As everyone raised their hands to pass it around, a small bundle of rice paper slowly passed from the outer circle to the inner circle, and finally into the hands of Taoist Master Qi Tian.

"Thanks, Alang! I only need to take three!"

Li Erlang tore open half of the rice paper, gently took out three sheets from it, and then asked everyone to pass the remaining rice paper back to the young man in the outer circle.

The paper has a cottony and tough texture, feels soft and has a pure grain, making it of the highest quality.

Li Erlang handed the three pieces of rice paper to Tang Kaide, Yang Xiaolai and Feng Yingman respectively, and took off the porcelain military stick hanging around his waist.

The dagger has an oblate belly, a slender neck, a bowl-shaped water inlet at the shoulder, and a pagoda-shaped outlet at the top. Its handleless design makes it easy to carry, and its high neck protects it from bumps and splashes. It can be hung from a rope around the neck and placed at the waist.

"This jar contains pure dew that has never been touched by sunlight. I will borrow the midday sun to ask questions from heaven!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Taoist Master Qi Tian, who was wearing a purple Taoist robe, put the tortoise-shell Ruyi he had been holding in his hand on his waist, then held the military spear high in both hands, while muttering some magic spell.

"I beg the heavens to tell me! Where is the rope hidden?!"

Taoist Master Tongtian quickly made some hand gestures, then tilted the sword in his hand, and the dew in the pot spilled out from the trumpet-shaped outlet on the top, onto the unfolded rice paper.

Suddenly, there was a crowd of people and the whispers became louder and louder.

Nothing seems to happen?

Did the Taoist master fail in his quest? Did the heavens refuse to help him find his magical weapon?

"Look! Words are showing on the paper!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a black mark slowly appeared in the center of the huge piece of rice paper: ?.

"What is this?"

"It's not a word! It's three lines!!"

"What does that mean?!"

“It’s the Kan hexagram!!”

There were people in the crowd who understood it, and word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and soon everyone knew that the Bagua diagram had suddenly appeared out of thin air on the blank rice paper!

Kan Gua represents the north, which tells them that the answer is in the north!!

Taoist Master Qi Tian held a kettle in his hand, staring motionlessly at the Kan hexagram on the paper, looking silent and seemingly thinking about something.

Then, he slowly walked to the second piece of rice paper, first looked up to the sky and worshiped, then made hand gestures and chanted a spell, then raised the water bottle with the mouth of the pot facing down, and the dew in the pot slowly seeped down along the rice paper.

"Is the person who stole the Sky Rope still in Dali?"

The sun was shining brightly near noon, and the scorching heat wave blew up the dust on the ground. The fire in the furnace, which had been unattended for a long time, gradually died down. Even so, no one dared to speak up to remind them, because everyone's eyes were focused on the wet rice paper, and they had no time to care about anything else.

Just when everyone thought that black words would appear on the rice paper again, a yellow word slowly appeared on the white paper, stroke by stroke.

--no.

The light yellow word "no" is completely different from the black Kan hexagram in style, one is bright and the other is dark. The scary thing is that the negative answer makes people feel creepy.

The rope to heaven is in the north but not in Dali.

Taoist Master Qi Tian staggered back a few steps while holding Jun Chi. One could sense his sorrow just by looking at his back.

The crowded scene suddenly became incredibly quiet, and even people did not dare to speak loudly or nonsense in private.

Soon, Taoist Master Qi Tian regained his spirits and walked to the last piece of rice paper.

People watched as Master Qi Tian poured all the dew from the pot onto the last piece of rice paper. Then he put down his sword and knelt on the ground, stretching his arms out to greet the sun. They heard him shout, "The grassland is so vast, searching is like finding a needle in a haystack. I beg the heavens to show me a way!"

The sun burned the oil pan and the rice paper. The onlookers were looking forward to it, staring at the changes on the rice paper without blinking.

"It's out! It's out!! God has responded!!"

"Ah!! Why is it red?!"

"Oh my god! It's bleeding!!"

……

When people saw the changes on the paper, they were shocked.

First, the text reappeared, and second, the color of the text was very wrong, it was actually blood red! !

The bloody number "nine" left everyone confused for a moment.

Taoist Master Qi Tian seemed to have figured out the answer behind the words, and calmly asked his men to put away the rice paper.

Seeing that the Taoist master was so secretive, everyone quickly asked what the word "nine" meant. As a result, the Taoist master waved his hand and said only "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed" and did not answer any more.

Taoist Master Qi Tian took the three pieces of rice paper and stuffed them into the furnace amid people's exclamations.

When the fire started burning again, everyone remembered that they were here to see the magic of taking things out of oil.

After this display, the vast street was completely blocked by the crowd. First, the crowd surrounded the convoy, then the convoy came to a standstill, and finally, passersby and the convoy mixed together, completely blocking the entire Changying Street.

The large number of soldiers and yamen runners who rushed to deal with the traffic jam could not even squeeze into the outer circle, so they had to raise sticks and shout, forcing the crowd to retreat quickly.

……

"Now that I know the whereabouts of the Sky-Rope, today will be the last time I will perform the 'Extracting Objects from Oil' technique in public. We will not see each other again!"

It was dusk when Changying Street was reopened to traffic. Fortunately, the governor had dispatched a large number of city defense soldiers and yamen runners to the scene in advance, and drove the crowd away layer by layer, thus avoiding a series of accidents caused by congestion.

After the chaos subsided, the crowd dispersed, leaving only four Taoists in the center.

The soldiers arrested the four people and took them away, putting them in jail. The iron pots and other utensils were also confiscated and taken away by the yamen runners.

Everything was turned upside down in an instant. In the morning he was the center of attention on the street, but in the evening he was thrown into prison with no way out.

Speaking of which, this was the first time that the four of them were thrown into jail.

Unlike other convicted criminals, these four newly imprisoned suspects showed no panic or hesitation about being in prison. Instead, they were at ease, as if they were here for sightseeing and fun.

Of the four, Yang Xiaolai, unlike the expressionless three, was heartbroken when he thought about the many copper coins still in the pot when he was arrested. "It's one thing to have my money bag taken away, but there are still many copper coins in the pot that I haven't fished out yet. Who knows if the officers will steal them?"

"Why rush? Wait... send someone to release us before we go looking for him." Tang Kaide was no longer concerned about the money. Instead, he felt a sense of fear: "If it weren't for the Governor today, we would have been in great trouble."

Feng Yingman, who was sitting against the wall, glanced at the team leader who had taken off his veil and said, "Who would have thought there would be so many people? There's never been such a crowd at temple fairs before..."

Li Erlang sat cross-legged on the ground and sighed secretly: "I didn't think enough. I just wanted to shorten the time and complete the task as soon as possible. I forgot about the consequences..."

Halfway through today's mission, Wentian realized that the number of people arriving at the scene had exceeded his expectations. Gathering so many people in such a short period of time in a small area was very prone to accidents. Unfortunately, they were trapped in the center, unable to seek help even if they wanted to.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

"You guys are so bold! You almost caused a disaster!"

Following the sound, I saw three people walking quickly from the direction of the cell entrance and arriving in front of the cell where four people were imprisoned.

"Master Hong?"

Li Erlang recognized the person in front of him as Hong Yu. After a moment of surprise, he quickly came to his senses and figured out why Hong Yu appeared in Ganzhou. He then gestured to his companions to salute: "Greetings, Your Excellency the Governor!"

"Everyone, get up!" Hong Yu hadn't seen Li Erlang for a long time. He didn't expect that the young man had been promoted to captain and was able to lead his teammates independently.

The cell is not the place to talk.

Hong Yu raised his hand to signal Qu Ning to open the cell door: "The four of you follow me."

In addition to the front yamen where government affairs were handled and cases were tried, and the back residence where people lived, the government office also had a prison for holding criminals and a temple dedicated to the city god and the land god.

The prison is located in the southwest corner, just a few doors away from the front yamen.

Everyone left the cell, passed through several doors, and entered the government office.

This prison sentence lasted only an hour from start to finish, but it was enough to leave a deep impression on the four people.

The four of them had barely sat down, barely catching their breath when Hong Yu asked, "Although I received the general's letter and guessed you were planning to sow discord among the Uighurs, I'm more curious about what tricks you're using today than anything else."

As for the trick of taking things out of the oil, he had just found the answer from the confiscated oil pot, but he could not figure out the method of making the words appear on the rice paper.

How can the same bottle of water make words of different colors appear on rice paper?

Although Hong Yu didn't know the key, he was very sure of one thing: Li Changxiang was definitely not using any magic or sorcery. The key to making the words appear on the rice paper must be the water in the military container!

The water is not the dew that Li Changxiang mentioned!