In the afternoon, two human Taoist priests entered Heluo Town.
"Let's rest here for a while."
Sun Wukong said.
Zhang Daoling curiously looked around.
This small town was filled with waist-high pulp ponds and long bamboo curtains, a town known for paper-making.
As they passed through towns and villages, they had all been martial, but this one was the opposite, with bustling trade in paper goods and a scholarly aroma.
Seizing the rarity of such a town, the two sat down in a teahouse.
At that time, a group of government soldiers walked in from outside.
"Is that... the government soldiers?"
The townspeople couldn't believe their eyes as they saw the soldiers arriving.
"What are government soldiers?"
Some youths asked.
It was their first time seeing the government soldiers.
"They are sent by the government, to capture bandits and collect taxes."
An elder replied.
"Isn't capturing bandits and collecting taxes the job of the Daoist Masters from Qinglin Mountain?"
