Chapter 467: Outer Sect Steward
The royal capital is too big, and all shops like to be located on busy streets. There are many people coming and going, and business will naturally flourish.
But there are also some shops that are opened in remote alleys or alleys. Such shops are generally century-old shops that have been around for a long time and rely on their signboards and reputation. As dynasties changed, these shops still stood, and there was no thought of moving.
Most of this type of shops are of the type that does not open for three years and lasts for three years after opening. Most of them are antiques, pawn shops, and Feng Shui. The "Youde Pawn Shop" in front of Liang Yan is obviously one of them. kind.
The middle of the yard was deserted and deserted. Even the door was tightly closed, as if no one had ever been there.
Liang Yan stepped forward, reached out and gently pushed open the store door, and saw a tall counter in the store. Liang Yan was half a head shorter than the counter.
A young clerk in his twenties was sitting behind the counter, holding his head in one hand and an abacus in the other, sound asleep.
“Cough, cough!”
Liang Yan coughed lightly, and seeing that he didn’t wake up the waiter, he directly raised his hand and waved, a breeze blew by, and the waiter couldn’t help but He sat up and yawned loudly.
"Strange. Why did you wake up after just sleeping for a while?"
The young clerk muttered softly, then turned his head, and then saw someone coming into the store.
"Huh? Are you here to pawn something?" the guy asked.
Liang Yan shook his head and said, "I'll tell you shopkeepers that there are spirits in the sea of clouds and Miaomiao Mountain!"
After hearing this, the young man's eyes suddenly became strange, and he looked up and down. Liang Yan Yan glanced at it and immediately responded: "Okay, sir, please wait here for a moment. I will go to the back hall and come back."
After saying that, the head of the person behind the tall counter shrank and disappeared. , I don’t know where I went to the back hall from.
Liang Yan stood in the store waiting for a while, and then an old man with a long beard wearing a brown t-shirt, a round collar and big sleeves walked out of a side door, followed by a young man in his early twenties, who was exactly The guy who just came in to deliver the message.
"Hahaha! The distinguished guest is coming to the door. I am not welcomed from afar, and I am not well received by this old man. Please forgive me!" The old man with a long beard laughed as he walked away.
"No problem!" Liang Yan only responded lightly, while Ah-Dai behind him remained silent.
The long-bearded old man only dared to look at Liang Yan for a moment, and then glanced towards the door again. After confirming that no one was here, he lowered his voice and said: "You guys have come from afar, please come. Let’s talk in the inner hall.”
Liang Yan nodded and motioned for the old man to lead the way. The old man smiled slightly, left the waiter in the outer hall, and led Liang Yan and the other two through the side door where they came in.
Several people passed through a flower bed and walked into a room at the back. The old man with a long beard closed the door, then bowed down with a thud, clasped his hands in his fists, and said respectfully: "King, the steward of the outer gate of Yungang Sect. Yang, pay your respects to the Lord Envoy! "
Outer door stewards are the disciples sent by the Yungang Sect to manage secular business. Most of these people have no spiritual roots and are naturally unable to practice. However, because their elders and relatives were cultivating in the Yungang Sect, they had to be protected and got a good job of managing secular business. At least they would have food and drink for the rest of their lives, and their status in the secular world was far beyond that of ordinary people. The Wang Yang in front of him was the hidden stake that Shan Heyu revealed to him in that spiritual consciousness. He was an outer steward whose existence was unknown even to the supervisory disciples.
"These common etiquette can be dispensed with." Liang Yan waved his sleeves and asked: "Let me ask you, are the supervisory disciples of the sect still here? Activities in the capital?”
Wang Yang stood up He came, lowered his head and replied: "The sect's task of supervising the disciples is not to allow monks who have reached the foundation level or above to enter the capital. Therefore, no matter which supervising disciple is in the capital, his identity is always hidden in the capital and will never be exposed on his own initiative."
"Well, according to what you said, how can the supervisory disciples perform their tasks?" Liang Yan asked.
Wang Yang replied: "Although the supervisory disciples will not take the initiative to attack, they will cultivate some of their own forces in the capital. They usually hide behind the scenes and let these forces patrol the capital on his behalf. Whenever there are Anyone who is suspicious will be reported to him, and then the supervising disciples will make their own decision. If the person's cultivation level is not high, he will personally come out to persuade him to retreat or kill him. If his cultivation level exceeds his own, he will summon him back to the sect and ask him to move to the Juyuan Realm. Exit my senior brother Mountain."
After hearing this, Liang Yan frowned and asked: "How can a group of mortal forces identify people who are cultivators?"
"The envoy doesn't know anything, Yun Gang. There is a strange As long as you carry the stone with you, you can check whether the people around you have spiritual power. If the stone glows with red light, it means that there is a cultivator around. Anyone who takes over the position of supervising disciples will bring some of these stones. "Wang Yang replied.
"I see!" Liang Yan nodded slightly and thought to himself: "This is a good way to develop the power of the Jianghu or the court!"
As soon as he thought of this, he then asked: "Then do you know what forces in the capital were secretly developed by this supervisory disciple?"
Wang Yang thought for a while and said: "As far as I know, , there are a total of five gangs affiliated with this supervisor's disciples, among which the Haisha Gang has the widest scope of influence. This gang makes a living by selling illegal salt. From high-ranking officials to traffickers and lackeys, they all have informants in the gang. They are definitely the most powerful forces in the capital."
Liang Yan nodded and said, "That's what you say. This generation of supervisory disciples is still doing secret activities, so someone in the Haisha Gang must know something inside."
"Shang Mingjian!" Wang Yang raised his hands.
"Where is the main hall of the Haisha Clan? Take me there immediately!" Liang Yan flicked his sleeves and said calmly.
"Haisha Gang is engaged in shady business, so the main hall is located in our Zhuque District, which is not far from here. Since the envoy wants to visit now, Wang Yang will lead the way."
As Wang Yang said, he turned around and took it from a box in the room. He came out with two sets of black cloaks, put one on himself, and handed the other to Liang Yan. He chuckled and said, "It's evening now. We should keep a low profile this time when we are exploring other people's lairs."
Liang Yan shook his head, He reached out and pushed it, and said with a smile: "This kind of thing is for the shopkeeper's own use, but I don't need it."
Wang Yang's face froze slightly, a little embarrassed, but after a moment he still put on the cloak He put it away, laughed at himself and said: "I and other secular mortals, Unlike the immortals of the sect, who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, kill people invisible, and can protect themselves more than enough, so they have to be more cautious."
Liang Yan smiled noncommittally and did not want to explain anything to him. He just turned around and walked out of the room.
(End of this chapter)