Simulation of all things: Copper skin and iron bones at the beginning

Wei An sat down calmly and asked the waiter casually: "What delicious food do you have here?"

The waiter continued: "There are white-cut mutton, beef, large bone meat, original flavor, and sorghum wine."

Wei An paused for a moment and said, "A plate of beef and a pot of sorghum wine."

"Okay, sir, wait a moment."

The waiter shouted cheerfully, his loud voice resounding throughout the restaurant.

A diner in the corner raised his head when he heard the sound, and glanced at Wei An. A strange look flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal, and then he stopped looking at him and continued to drink and eat meat.

"You guys, keep a low profile lately and don't cause trouble, you know?"

There was an old man with a white beard at the next table, holding a dry pipe in his hand, and said to the young people at the same table with a serious face.

"Master, don't worry. This is not our first time in Mogao Ancient City. We know the rules." A round-faced young man replied with a smile.

"You know shit."

The old man with the white beard did not look down upon the round-faced young man, "Forget all the rules in the past. From now on, there is only one rule, endure it! If you are scolded, endure it; if you are beaten, you must endure it. In short, no matter what happens, you must endure it." You have to hold back and don’t fight back when hit or scolded, remember?”

When several young people heard this, they were surprised and said, "Master, wouldn't it be possible for others to bully us at will?"

The old man with a white beard sighed: "It's better to be bullied than to lose your life."

Everyone looked at each other, and the round-faced young man couldn't help but ask: "Master, what's going on?"

The old man with a white beard looked around and lowered his voice: "Someone is coming from the Western Region!"

The round-faced young man was a little confused and asked: "Who is coming?"

"Who else could there be? A fair-weather monk, a descendant of the Demonic Buddha, a demon-conquering monk, a lawless evil monk, etc. In short, they are all ruthless people that we cannot afford to offend." A look of fear that could not be concealed appeared on the face of the white-bearded old man.

Several young people suddenly realized it, lowered their heads one by one, and no longer dared to say anything.

They travel back and forth between the Central Plains and the Western Regions all year round, and know a lot about the monks in the Western Regions. They have even seen with their own eyes what some of the monks did, leaving a nightmare-like psychological shadow.

Wei An listened intently, thoughtfully.

However, he did not boldly ask the group for more information, and left the wine shop after eating and drinking.

"Hey, someone is following me..."

As soon as Wei An walked out of the restaurant, someone looked at him and followed him.

No matter which direction he walked, the other party followed him.

"It's interesting." Wei An calmly found a deep alley and turned in.

Sure enough, the stalker immediately quickened his pace.

"Brother, wait a minute."

The next moment, the other party actually took the initiative to speak and chased after him swaggeringly.

Wei An stopped and turned around.

Immediately, he saw a thin and handsome man with a sheep's beard, his head wrapped in a colorful cloth belt, looking very funny.

"Who are you and what advice do you have?" Wei An asked calmly.

"I'm Zhu Faquan, I have only one tooth."

The sheep's beard stopped not far away, with a smile on his face.

The so-called Yazi is also called Yaren or Yalang, which is equivalent to an intermediary or a middleman.

"Brother, are you from out of town?"

Zhu Faquan licked his face and smiled, "Zhu has been living in the ancient city of Mogao for many years. He is familiar with everything here and can help you find the best inn or the cheapest place to stay. If you want to have fun, which brothel? The girls are the smartest, and Zhu knows all the gambling houses in the world that can make people prosperous."

Wei An understood, shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it."

After that, he turned around and continued walking forward.

Seeing this, Zhu Faquan squinted his eyes and looked at Wei An's back, a stern look flashed between his eyebrows.

After hesitating again and again, he slowly unclenched his clenched fists and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground before turning around and leaving, his thin figure quickly disappearing into the wind and sand in the sky.

“As expected of a thousand-year-old city, the folk customs are simple and honest!”

Wei An sighed softly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and walked forward leisurely.

Soon, Zhu Faquan returned.

At this time, he was no longer alone. He was followed by four big men wearing animal skins and hats.

They walked forward quickly, rushed into the alley, and headed straight for Wei An.

"Brother, please stay." Zhu Faquan shouted at the top of his voice, with a harmless smile on his face.

Wei An stopped again and turned around.

The next moment, four big men in animal skins rushed over and surrounded Wei An like making dumplings.

"Brother, could you please come with me and I'll make sure you get rich."

Zhu Faquan had a sinister smile on his face. He rolled up his sleeves and grinned, revealing a row of yellowed teeth.

Wei An said calmly: "How to get rich?"

Zhu Faquan chuckled and said: "There is a Bodhisattva of Joy from the Western Regions. She likes a strong young man with tender skin and tender flesh like you. As long as you stay with her for a few nights, you will not want to work hard in this life."

Wei An understood and said speechlessly: "After a long time of trouble, it turns out you are a human trafficker."

Zhu Faquan was stunned, and a strong uneasiness suddenly emerged in his heart.

Then his eyes flashed, and the four big men in animal skins froze in place uniformly, and four heads flew high into the air.

Blood splattered all over.

The blood was hot, but Zhu Faquan was in an ice cellar. His whole body was cold. His whole body was also frozen in place, and his legs were so weak that they could no longer obey his control.

Wei An didn't even look at Zhu Faquan, but asked: "Where is the Happy Bodhisattva you mentioned?"

Zhu Faquan didn't think anything, and subconsciously blurted out the answer: "She lives in Fahua Temple!"

Wei Anxin said that it was true.

When Buddhism was introduced to the ancient city of Mogao from the Western Regions, dozens of eminent monks gathered here to translate scriptures.

The first Buddhist scripture to be translated was the Lotus Sutra.

Later, in order to commemorate this event, believers raised funds to build a huge temple and named it Fahua Temple.

From then on, whenever monks from the Western Regions entered the ancient city of Mogao, they would definitely stay at Fahua Temple.

In fact, the target of Pantian Sect's attack was precisely Fahua Temple.

Wei An pondered for a moment, took out a medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and flicked it with his finger.

Whoosh!

The pill flew into Zhu Faquan's mouth accurately.

Gulu!

His body naturally reacted to stress, but he swallowed the pill directly.

"You, what did you feed me?" Zhu Faquan broke into a cold sweat and asked in horror.

Wei An said calmly: "Poison."

"..."

Zhu Faquan's hair stood upright, and he knelt down on the ground, shouting in a tearful tone: "Hero, this villain is blind, you will think that I am a fart, just let me go."

Wei An's expression did not change, he put his hands behind his hands and said, "Do one thing for me, and if you do it, I will spare your life."

"...please give me your orders, sir."

Zhu Faquan kowtowed repeatedly. He did not want to die and would do anything to survive.