Taoist chanting

Chapter 365 Digging for Treasures
After returning to the Taoist temple the next day, he settled down to say hello to his second senior brother and Yue Anyan, and Tu Kun urged the temple master to go out. He was going to see the ruins where the black crystal black gold was produced, and then came back to refine the flying sword with peace of mind. The time of retreat this time must not be short.

Of course, the more rare treasures the better, they are all piled up with resources in the later stages of cultivation.

Zhang Wenfeng took out the array flag and talisman entrusted to him by his senior sister, and handed them to Yue Anyan. After learning that the little fox demon was playing with the little ghost spirit in the middle of the mountain, he sent a message, and soon the little fox demon flew over wearing straw sandals and stepping on a wooden sword. Followed by the little sprite flying with Yujian.

"Monastery Master, you are back, Mr. Tu is well."

The little fox demon greeted each of them politely.

Because of Sister Mo, the unsmiling Mr. Tu looked at her differently.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Mr. Tu and I will go to the secret room where Mo Ye grows flowers, will you accompany us?"

The little fox demon cheered happily, and shouted: "Okay, okay, I will go to White Fox Castle as a guest later, my sister spends most of her time in retreat and hard work, and I am bored to stay on the mountain alone."

Tu Kun didn't expect that the place had something to do with the Zanhua Patriarch, so he hesitated and followed.

The donkey ran first, and of course he wanted to join in the fun. He hadn't been to the haunted forest for almost two years. When it snowed heavily, he almost broke his throat at the foot of the mountain, feeling so helpless.

Hu Qiang'er stood on the wooden sword and watched eagerly. The master didn't call him, so he didn't dare to go out to play casually.

Zhang Wenfeng turned around and waved, then pointed to the donkey running happily.

Hu Qiang'er couldn't help but flitted away, landed on the donkey's back, and hung the small wooden sword at his waist. The little fox demon also landed on the donkey's back with a giggle, and the donkey flew into the air and flew to the northwest.

Taking a shortcut from the air to fly to White Fox Fort, it took almost half a word.

The little fox demon opened the gate, and waved her hands to make the foxes of all colors go away. She led four guests in a strange combination, and walked happily inside. When she reached the foot of the mountain, she shook her head slightly to reject Guanzhu Zhang's polite invitation.

My sister had warned her not to go into sister Mo's flower garden.

To be able to have the present blessing, you must know how to cherish it.

Zhang Wenfeng left the donkey and Hu Qiang'er to play with the little fox demon. He and Tu Kun flew up to the cave, walked to the stone wall, took out the magic wood beads to open the hidden entrance and exit, and walked in with Tu Kun one after another.

"This place is the ruins of the witch cultivator more than five hundred years ago. My senior sister and I broke in by mistake and smashed the 'Phantom Wood Trapped God and Witch Formation', and got the eye of the entire formation, which is the magic wood bead in our hands. Later, Xinyue and the others moved here, and later Mo Ye needed a place isolated from the outside world to grow flowers, and I brought her here once, and she opened up a small flower field and stayed here for a while."

Zhang Wenfeng briefly explained some of the past here to Tu Kun, otherwise Tu Kun would not be able to let go.

The cold air remaining in the secret room has been reduced by half.

Tu Kun said "Oh", carefully looked at the words and runes on the pillars in the secret room, and nodded: "It is indeed written by Wu Xiu. The outer wall shows the 'Duyuan Water Movement Restriction'. This place is probably a A trap, a cage specially used to trap other masters."

Zhang Wenfeng admired him greatly. Tu Kun looked like a slag on the outside, with a grumpy and stubborn temper, but good knowledge.

Then he narrated the great formation that he had broken and weakened to the extreme, the female ghost Fang Bailan unintentionally released, and the piles of bone meal debris he cleaned up from the edge of the secret room wall, and a box of black crystal beads he collected, etc., and so on.

"No wonder, being able to trap and kill fifth-level masters, and using the power of the witch formation to isolate the outside world, all the masters who died here, their natal swords, flying sword treasures, etc., were wiped away by the great formation, leaving only residue."

Tu Kun paced around the large secret room, paying attention to the runes engraved on the ground and the runes on the pillars. After a long calculation, he shook his head and said, "This large formation has been completely damaged, and there are magic wood beads to restore it." Some functions, but time-consuming and labor-intensive, not worth the candle.

My suggestion is to disassemble all the node materials of the pillars, ground, zenith and stone wall formation in this secret room, and move them all back to the fairy temple. It is a waste to put them here, and you can get a lot of second-order and third-order materials. There are also fourth-order and fifth-order materials, not too many, just to supplement the warehouse of the Taoist temple. "

Zhang Wenfeng told himself that he was the master of observation, and he had to be stable, and he couldn't show his ignorance of seeing money.

He popped out a word between his teeth: "Demolish!"

Mo Ye didn't like this small matter, and he didn't ask about it at the beginning.

He suddenly found that he and Tu Ling had a similar stink, ah, bah, they were like-minded, and they both liked to move good things to their own homes. He didn't have the ability to dismantle the formation before, but now that he has Tu Ling as his helper, he doesn't need to dismantle it too much. Digging three feet?
Tu Kun's method is more ruthless than digging the ground three feet. He is invisible, and the dust is flying everywhere he passes, and he digs several feet.

The pillars were disassembled one by one into piles of materials, most of which were not completely consumed clumsy jade, spiritual jade, and other inlaid crystals, metal materials, etc., and even the metal lines that traced the runes were also destroyed The spirit is extracted by burning and melting with real fire.

Tu Kun built the Dongfu very quickly, and it was unambiguous to demolish the house.

Like a comb like a grate, it's a mess.

Zhang Wenfeng was in charge of collecting materials in the back. In order to make room for the storage space, he threw out all the dry food, water tanks, tables and chairs and other items that had been piled up in the space. He picked up important materials and put them into the storage space. In two quarters of an hour, the two treasures were filled to the brim.

There are piles of materials here and there on the ground, as many as bricks and stones, placed randomly.

Tu Kun spent more than an hour dismantling the entire secret room.

It has been a long time since he has been able to feel comfortable in such an activity. He has found several fifth-level materials from here. Although the aura is depleted, they are still rare treasures. The small storage bag issued to him by Zhoucheng Daolu Branch is also full. .

"Let's run a few more times, no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it's still meat."

"Yes, it cannot be wasted."

The two hit it off immediately, cherished each other, and the relationship became closer and more harmonious.

After cleaning up the dust on his body, Zhang Wenfeng used the magic wood beads to open the door that was still left on the wall, and the two stepped out with a relaxed expression on their faces, as if nothing had happened. Under the warm invitation of the little fox demon waiting at the foot of the mountain, the group went to the white fox again. Fort as a guest.

Xinyue interrupted her practice and came out from her residence in the back mountain to entertain the guests invited by her sister.

Greetings with Tu Kun, ridiculing Guanzhu Zhang as a rare guest who can't be invited, saying hello to the donkey, stroking the boy's bun on the head of the little ghost, covering everything, wearing a pair of nondescript hemp sandals under his feet in winter.

There are a lot of produce on the hills around White Fox Fort, and the little fox demon took out various preserved fruits, refreshments, and honey wine, and set up a table full of beautiful things in eyes.

The donkey drank the honey wine and murmured that he would come often. Xinyue once promised it that as long as it came, the wine would be enough.

It felt that to give Xinyue a chance to fulfill her promise, she had to be magnanimous to be a donkey.

This wine tastes unique.

In the next three days, Zhang Wenfeng, in addition to his daily practice, instructing apprentices, warming up the spiritual plant seeds he bought, went to White Fox Castle three more times, and then emptied all the materials disassembled from the earth spirit from the secret room.

Take the second senior brother and Yue Anyan to visit the warehouse of Tuling Xinjian in the back mountain. There are layers of restrictions on the outside, and there are piles of clumsy jade, spiritual jade, crystal stones, materials, etc. inside like a hill. The rare treasures are placed on the stone shelves on the wall. One frame at a time, regular and neat.

The second senior brother smiled so that his eyes were not his eyes, his mouth was not his mouth.

Immortal Temple suddenly has a little background of the great sect.

The feeling of being full of materials is simply not too good.

He can wake up laughing from his dreams.

Yue Anyan quietly transmitted voice: "You and Mr. Tu, have you dismantled Wu Xiu's secret room?"

That day, the temple master took Mr. Tu to White Fox Fort, and after that, the temple master ran several times in a row, and there was this newly built warehouse. She guessed the truth at once. profound.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded with a smile.

Yue Anyan said again via voice transmission: "Monastery Master, Uncle Lame and the others have returned from Zhangjiazhuang."

No matter how good the treasure is, it is not as important as the talent. Yang Shuilan, whom she was thinking of, was full of haggardness, and her small face was so thin that it made her feel distressed.

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(End of this chapter)