Liang Song settled the injured Fenggu Snake and saw that Zhao Lin was still meditating, so he dragged the four corpses to one place.
The found talismans, incense sticks, magic weapons, lock bags and other items were placed nearby, waiting for Zhao Lin to deal with them later.
Zhao Lin is more experienced in this area.
Next, he went to the pool to get some water and wiped the spirit boat again.
Three people had just died on the spirit boat, and there were blood stains everywhere. It took a while to wipe them clean.
It doesn't matter if there is some left that cannot be wiped off. If anyone asks, they will say it is the blood of monsters.
After an hour, when the sun rose three poles high, Zhao Lin finished his work.
"Brother Liang, what is your usual magic weapon?"
Zhao Lin squatted down, looked at the magic weapons on the ground and asked.
There are five magic weapons in total, Tao Huang's black flying hammer, Li Chong's judge's pen, Li Chengfu's silver long sword and nine small swords, and the poisoned monk's magic weapon is a scimitar.
The best magic weapon is undoubtedly the silver sword, which is extraordinary at first glance. However, Zhao Lin has not practiced spiritual swordsmanship and has no interest in this magic weapon.
What he chose was the black flying hammer. The ice spinning hammer was not only an attack spell, but also a magic weapon. It had the same properties as the Fire Cloud Spiritual Whip.
"The magic weapon of the spiritual thorn technique I practice is the crescent thorn."
Liang Song took out a short weapon shaped like a crescent moon with sharp points at both ends from his waist. From Zhao Lin's point of view, the quality of this crescent moon thorn was of average quality, only slightly better than the ordinary street goods.
"These small swords are suitable for you. They are the magic weapons of the foundation-building monks. Their quality is beyond praise."
Zhao Lin pointed at the nine small swords and said.
"However, there is a family emblem on the magic weapon, so it cannot be used directly. I will put it away first and go to Fangshi to find someone to deal with it before giving it to you."
There are many shops that repair magic weapons in the city, and they all have a business that is not announced to the outside world but is well known to everyone.
It means polishing and refining the ready-made magic weapon and making some small changes. To put it bluntly, it is to deal with stolen goods.
Zhao Lin put the magic weapon into his black pocket.
The black clothes bag is invulnerable and can isolate spiritual consciousness, so it is perfect for storing magic weapons.
There were not many talismans found. They were all talismans for sending messages and escaping. They were printed with family emblems and could not be kept.
Zhao Lin picked up Li Chengfu's lock bag and weighed it. It felt very heavy. There must be a lot of good things inside, but it was a pity that he couldn't open it.
The locked bags seized from the Di An Sect can be handed over to the sect, and will be handled by monks who specialize in breaking the restrictions, but these locked bags cannot be handed over.
Zhao Lin decided to burn it down.
The two returned to the spirit boat. Zhao Lin made a secret and cast a spell, releasing hundreds of flaming arrows and burning the talismans, corpses and lock bags.
In an instant, flames shot into the sky, and explosions continued one after another.
Liang Song opened the defensive array to resist the flying debris.
After about a quarter of an hour, the fire gradually extinguished, a large pit appeared in the ground, and the bodies and various items turned into black ashes.
The two searched the area but found nothing.
"It's taken care of."
Zhao Lin clapped his hands, suddenly frowned, looked somewhere in the forest, and said in a deep voice: "Someone is coming."
"It's not from the Li family, is it?"
Liang Song said nervously.
Zhao Lin listened for a while and shook his head, "Probably not. There were only three people and they didn't deliberately hide their whereabouts."
Although they judged that they were not enemies, the two of them still walked back to the spirit boat. If something went wrong, they would leave in the spirit boat.
After a while, three monks appeared in sight.
The person walking in front was a dark-skinned man named Xu, who was in his forties. Behind him were two young monks in their early twenties.
Zhao Lin used the Qi Watching Technique to watch. The dark monk's cultivation was at the eighth level of Qi Refining. One of the two young men was at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and the other was at the sixth level of Qi Refining.
The three of them all carried beast-control bags on their backs and carried purple-spotted bamboo baskets in their hands.
Purple spotted bamboo is a kind of spiritual bamboo that is extremely tough and specially used to contain monster insects.
The three of them were obviously here to catch monster insects.
"Were you lighting the fire just now?"
asked the swarthy monk, looking around as he spoke, his nose quivering, sniffing the air.
"It seems to have a burning smell."
Standing next to him, the taller young monk said.
"It seems that we have met our colleagues. The three of us are also here to catch monster insects, right?"
Zhao Lin smiled and deliberately changed the topic.
"Yes, we are catching monster insects. You made such a big fuss and scared them away."
Another young monk of medium height complained.
"I'm really sorry. We didn't know there was anyone nearby and accidentally disturbed the three of us. I wonder what kind of monster you three were catching?"
Zhao Lin cupped his hands and asked with a smile.
"What else can there be in Jiulongtan? Just some two-tailed scorpions, black water snails and other demonic insects."
Seeing Zhao Lin's friendly attitude, the swarthy monk softened his tone.
"We are from the Yanmen County Beast Control Hall, and we are here to catch monster insects. How about this, how about the three of you selling the monster insects to us?"
Zhao Lin and Liang Song looked at each other and felt something in their hearts.
Although the enemies have been silenced, it won't take long for the Li Tao family to realize that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.
Since there are ready-made monster insects, it is better to buy them directly.
The dark monk thought for a moment and asked, "How much money are you prepared to pay?"
"It's 10% higher than the market price, and the extra 10% will be considered as compensation, how about that?"
"Do you accept them all?"
"Take it all!"
The swarthy monk put the purple-spotted bamboo basket on the ground and said to Zhao Lin and Liang Song: "Send someone to inspect the goods."
The two young monks also followed suit and placed the purple-spotted bamboo basket on the ground.
"We have the wild goose talisman."
After retreating ten feet away, the dark monk took out a talisman from his sleeve, gestured and said.
The monk possesses magic power, and this is a wild place. There are certain risks in trading, so it's not too much to be cautious.
"Brother Liang, go ahead."
Zhao Lin didn't know the monster insect, so he took two steps back and said.
"Don't worry, we are also here to catch monster insects."
Liang Song took off the crescent thorn from his waist and threw it to the ground, indicating that he was not hostile, and walked over slowly.
He opened the lids of the purple-spotted bamboo baskets one by one and saw the densely packed monster insects inside. He nodded and said, "No problem, there are about ninety of them. The market price is nine hundred spirit coins, which is equivalent to one thousand spirit coins."
The dark-skinned monk said: "It's about the same. A purple-spotted bamboo basket with fifty spiritual coins each. Do you want to take it away with you, or should you pretend to go by yourself?"
Liang Song said: "Take them away together."
As he spoke, he took out a handful of spirit coins from the lock bag, counted out one thousand and fifty spirit coins, placed them on the ground, and walked back to the spirit boat carrying the purple-spotted bamboo basket.
Zhao Lin asked: "Are they these poisonous insects?"
Liang Song said: "No problem, they are all Shiyan Turtle likes to eat."
The swarthy monk walked back with the two young men, picked up the spiritual coins on the ground, counted them, and said with a smile on his face, "Not bad."
"We meet by chance, but we say goodbye."
Zhao Lin and Liang Song raised their hands together and controlled the spirit boat to rise high into the sky and fly towards Yanmen County.
After the two left, the dark monk walked to the big pit on the ground, looked at the ashes on the ground, and whispered: "These two people are unusual, I am afraid that a murder and treasure grabbing took place just now."
"Really? Just the two of them? It doesn't look like it."
"Yes, I think they are quite kind."
The two young monks were surprised.
"You're such a nice guy, you still need some experience..." (End of Chapter)
