Zhang Wenfeng's breathing stopped for a moment.
He had read half of the book on Spiritual Object Identification, and at a glance, he recognized that it was a famous spiritual stone in the spiritual world.
This is great stuff that has a lot of uses!
It can assist in cultivation and can be used in formation formation, alchemy, etc.
Of course, the greatest use of spiritual energy stones is as currency in the practice world. Master Xuanmu once left a pile of them in the secret room, but unfortunately... he now has three more.
He put the bag containing the spirit stone back into the small wooden box and put it in his sleeve. It was as natural as getting back his own belongings. The other things were of little value. He put all the belongings back into Luan Ting's three pockets, including the three banknotes.
He killed the bandit leader and took whatever loot was useful to him. It was a normal thing.
He is no longer clothed in white clothes, he has become a member of the Daolu branch, and he no longer has to be as cautious when considering issues.
He would also do what was necessary to save face, didn't he leave three banknotes?
He is still slowly understanding some of the rules of Daolu Branch.
He walked over to the dead female thief and squatted down, searching carefully. Except for the concealed weapon tube, dark green beads, sweat towels, a few pieces of broken silver and other scattered items, there were no other special items.
The old lame man reached over and took away a small stack of banknotes. Black Donkey watched the whole process, turned around and sent a message to inform him.
The black donkey knew very well who it was following, and would not be confused because of a female donkey. Moreover, the only person who could really make the decision to purchase the female donkey was the boss of the viewer, and the lame man had the right to make suggestions at most.
Zhang Wenfeng did not expose the old cripple's cheating.
In the impression of the host body, the old lame man has no relatives or friends. He is a member of his own family who wholeheartedly serves Taoism and wants to make Taoism his home. Apart from occasionally going to town for a few drinks for entertainment, he will die in Taoism from now on.
Before the former temple master and his master became immortal, he repeatedly asked him to treat the old lame man kindly and to provide for him until his death.
He wanted to see what the old cripple would do with the stack of banknotes?
Money touches people's hearts, but it is also a mirror for the heart.
The second senior brother came out of the kitchen and said hello: "Master Guan, it's time for breakfast."
"coming."
Today's morning lessons will have to be made up for later. Now there is no clean spot on my face, so it is not suitable for entering the palace ceremony.
After breakfast, wash up, put on new robes and new cloth shoes, open the main hall door with the second brother who has also cleaned himself, add three candles to light it up, add oil to the ever-burning lamp, wipe the utensils, burn incense and do morning prayers .
The treasures in the hall are solemn, the fragrance and mist are lingering, and the sound of chanting sutras is like the sound of nature.
Outside the palace, the thieves lay on their bodies, the scene was bloody, and the black donkey stood like a statue.
After finishing morning classes, I sent the second senior brother to run into the city and take his note to Daolu Branch to find Principal Wu or Fu Gujing.
He must sit in the Taoist temple to avoid further mishaps.
The bandit leader who slipped through the net came to find him and killed him on the mountain. The case can be said to be completely closed.
He should be able to practice peacefully for a few days. After he slowly builds up the foundation of his practice, he can also buy the land where the Lingquan water source belongs and use it as the foundation for the future inheritance of the Taoist temple.
He stayed on the mountain chanting sutras and farming, improving his cultivation and studying spells, and was very happy.
Most of an hour passed, and he was sitting cross-legged in the hall, meditating and adjusting his breath, recovering most of his cultivation.
Hearing the greeting of the old lame man outside, Zhang Wenfeng opened his eyes, stood up with a calm expression, and walked out of the threshold of the hall. He saw Fu Gujing, Yun Qiuhe, and Shen Shen wearing a short gauze hat and a white robe walking hand in hand. The senior brother's footsteps are not as fast as theirs, so it will probably take a while before he can get back.
After greeting each other, Fu Gujing smiled and joked:
"Brother Zhang, you are not particular about what you do. Principal Wu was busy all night yesterday, arranging the portraits and postings of Anpai, which drove the group of painters into a frenzy. The subordinates of Daolu Branch were sent everywhere. You settle the matter in silence alone.
Tell me yourself, where do you post those portraits that were rushed out? Are the brothers still working? "
Yun Qiuhe pursed his lips and smiled, then walked around the steps to check out the corpses on the wheat drying field.
Indeed, upon hearing the news this morning, Master Wu hurriedly asked someone to notify the painter who had stayed up all night to rest.
If the painters knew that they had stayed up all night to do useless work, wouldn't they secretly be so angry that their mouths were full of smoke and their nostrils were bubbling?
Don't be such a bully.
Zhang Wenfeng spread his hands, full of helplessness: "I tried my best to persuade the three thieves to go to the city to eat the delicious food and drink spicy food. I said all my good things, but they refused to listen. They had to rely on my little Taoist temple. I had no choice but to I tried my best to save them, but I really don’t want to steal my brothers’ business, so please forgive me!”
Fu Gujing laughed loudly and shouted: "Brother Zhang is right to speak like this, or else he will talk about Dao Ancestor all the time, listen to me..."
Zhang Wenfeng reminded: "Brother Fu, be careful, this is where the Taoist temple is in front of the Taoist ancestors. Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
Fu Gujing hurriedly faced the Taoist temple with a solemn face and bowed his head to apologize: "This disciple has no status, but his words were unintentional. Please don't blame Taoist ancestors. When the official business is over, I will offer incense to apologize! Taoist ancestors are merciful."
He seeks immortality, and his belief in Taoist ancestors has limits in his heart, but he cannot live up to his words.
After a small episode, let's get down to business.
The black donkey came closer and put his nose to the chest of Yun Qiuhe, who was watching, and smelled it. It smelled good.
Yun Qiuhe touched the door of the docile donkey's head with his fresh hands and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, even the donkey in your Taoist temple is so special. You don't need to tie a rope and just let it wander around. Aren't you afraid that it will get lost?"
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the cute animal pretending to be cute and said, "It has spirituality and can't be thrown away."
It can also talk, it's a pretty donkey.
The black donkey ran to Zhang Wenfeng again, dragging his sleeves and saying, "Someone is coming, several of them."
Zhang Wenfeng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that a fire broke out on the mountain before the fifth watch, and many trees were burnt. The watchman on night watch in the town several miles away must have seen it.
"It's okay, just come up with them."
Zhang Wenfeng didn't plan to show up. With Fu Gujing and the others around, he didn't have to waste time.
Fu Gujing didn't strip the body naked this time, there was no need for it. Last time, it was to find evidence and clues about the culprit, so he checked it carefully. He looked at Luan Tingsan's body and exclaimed:
"Brother Zhang, I really have you. I'll hit you with a sword in my chest. The power is extraordinary. Your swordsmanship is amazing!"
Yun Qiuhe nodded in agreement: "A head-on confrontation, a powerful blow!"
They are all experts. They can see many things through the penetrating wounds on the chest and back, as well as the fragments of internal organs flowing out. Fu Gujing has rich experience and can see more differences.
He looked at the gang leader's eyes and nodded secretly. Brother Zhang used the low-level magic weapon mirror to seduce Luan Tingsan again.
Shen Shen wore a hat and remained silent. He originally planned to return today, but when he heard that Zhang Guanzhu, a country Taoist temple he despised, had eliminated the bandit leader who had slipped through the net, he became curious and followed him to take a look.
Turning his head slightly, he glanced at Zhang Guanzhu, who looked calm.
Although his cultivation level is not high, his swordsmanship is really good.
Although Zhang Guanzhu's painting skills are unique, he couldn't figure out the trick even if he tried, but he would not lower his head to ask Zhang Guanzhu for advice. Painting skills are just a pastime after practicing, and an auxiliary to cultivate the mind and character. How can swordsmanship be compared?
He has a high opinion of this mysterious Guanzhu Zhang.
If he can surpass the level and kill the bandit leader in the middle stage of Huaqi Realm, he is considered very powerful!
Zhang Guanzhu looked normal and explained: "It was all Taoist spectators who worked together to kill the enemy. I took some tricks, but Luan Tingsan and the others were unlucky. I will take you to the backyard to have a look later. I almost burned the inheritance passed down by my ancestors." Guang, the situation was really dangerous at that time!"
The old lame man was listening a little further away. He felt reassured as the viewer acted unassumingly and in a safe manner.
For a young man to be able to nourish his energy and stabilize his energy, the veteran viewer has a really good eye for people.
From the mountain pass to the southeast, several swords were drawn out of their sheaths, and nervous shouts were heard: "Who are you? In broad daylight, you dare to kill people, and you won't be arrested without mercy!"
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