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A surprised exclamation mark appeared above Bai Lai's head.

After nearly half a month of relentless tasks, the group seemed to have found a way out and began to figure out the rules of the tasks.

The patients in the Danxiu side courtyard are divided into two types. One type is the monks who were originally in Wuxiang Temple. When Ye Jin cremated their bodies, the monks' souls went with them. This part of the task can be considered completed.

Another type is the injured contestants. In the Wuxiang Temple Secret Realm, anyone who is injured within the designated area will be sent to a side courtyard.

Even if they receive medical treatment, they cannot directly break out. They must wait for the repairmen outside to build shelters for the disaster victims before they can obtain disaster victim status and leave smoothly.

In other words...

Taking advantage of the clear moonlight, many contestants gathered together and began an in-depth discussion about the Wuxiang Temple mission.

Song Heming stroked his chin, finally arriving at the same conclusion as the audience: "The secret realm of Wuxiang Temple is a team battle?"

"That should be it..." Lu Qiwu nodded, then thought for a moment and admitted, "Our mission as talisman cultivators was only accomplished thanks to the Lingxiao Sect."

Everyone's tasks are not as simple as just doing the surface work; they should be carried out together.

Lin Wuwang pondered for a moment, then asked, "So what should we do first?"

"..."

"..."

"Let's build the houses first!" After deep thought and a long silence, Song Heming took the initiative to raise his hand and said enthusiastically, "Let's help the weapon cultivators build the houses first, so that the injured from our sects can come out as well, and the alchemists can also complete their tasks."

The combined number of weapon cultivators and alchemists is still less than the number of participants from the Wuji Sect. It's better to let them complete their tasks first.

There was a principle of mutual trust among the various sects, even though they were facing a major battle ahead. Although they were not facing a major battle at the moment, but rather a competition among the five sects, they were still competing against each other.

But since it's a team battle, someone has to do what a team battle should do.

Lin Wuwang nodded: "Then let's give it a try!"

then……

Following a successful roundtable meeting, sword cultivators from various sects began cutting down sturdy and well-preserved timber in the back mountains and sending it all to the weapon cultivators' quarters.

Lu Qiwu and some of his fellow disciples who were also talisman cultivators volunteered to help build the house.

The progress is finally starting to unfold little by little.

The three elders of the Medicine King Sect sat beside the crowd, exchanging smiles of satisfaction.

"I never expected to see several sects working together during the Five Sects Tournament."

"This Musou-ji instance is actually quite interesting."

……

seabed.

The group painstakingly pieced together the broken Buddha statue and carefully placed it back in its original position.

Unlike murals, which can be completely covered up by simply remodeling them.

The cracks on these Buddha statues are marks that cannot be concealed.

The Buddha statue is made of a unique material, making it impossible for them to rebuild one in a short period of time.

Yunxi sighed and pouted, "It seems like this is the only way we can make it."

"That's good."

Xie Mo looked up and his gaze met that of the cracked Buddha head.

Despite being in the dark depths of the sea, they could feel a new light in the dilapidated temple.

"What is this?"

Qi Jue looked in that direction and saw the light from the Buddha statue shining on the stone steps of the main hall.

Nightfall approached, half-squatted down, and raised his hand to tap.

There's something down there.

The crowd gathered around and carefully lifted the stone slab.

Hidden beneath the bluestone slab is a small stone with a pattern.

"This again?" Nightfall asked in surprise.

This is the third piece they have obtained since they entered the seabed.

The three stones still couldn't be pieced together, so there must be others.

But from this third pattern, Xie Mo seemed to see something, and whispered, "It looks like some kind of spatial rune pattern."

The audience sighed, "This must be fate. I'm afraid only the people of the Lingxiao Sect can obtain these three stones."

Only they would choose to jump off a cliff, fall into the sea, breathe new life into the murals, and restore the Buddha statues.

"Although they were all rather strange actions..."

Someone touched their nose: "But they really do have a different kind of color."

Yunxi carefully put away all three stones.

During their time in the main hall, they gained nothing except for these three stones.

Xie Mo said helplessly, "I'm afraid the people up there are already having fun at Wuxiang Temple."

The three referees behind him exchanged glances.

There are some things that the audience and the judges know, but the contestants are completely unaware of.

They think the higher-ups are making rapid progress, but in reality, the higher-ups have only just begun building the houses together.

Leaving the main hall, there were some messy side rooms in the backyard.

A pile of damp firewood sat in the corner.

If it weren't for being soaked by seawater, Wuxiang Temple would be located in a hidden snowy landscape. Firewood left outside would naturally get completely wet from the snowmelt.

Yunxi tilted her head in confusion: "Why not put the firewood in the room?"

Xie Mo smiled and said, "Perhaps there aren't any extra rooms."

He seemed to be thinking of that past event described in the book.

"Wuxiang Temple once sheltered many disaster victims. I heard that even the main hall was full of people at that time."

So there's no place to put firewood?

Yunxi was even more confused, and ran over, panting.

Since they had been down there for a long time anyway, they wouldn't get anything good even if they went up now. So the little girl simply chose to stall for time. She picked up four sturdy, long wooden sticks from a pile of firewood and used them to temporarily build a small woodshed around the firewood.

She wrapped the snake blood vine around and around to protect against the wind and snow, and the effect was excellent.

"Does anyone in my family know anything about this? I'm starting to think about buying snake blood vine..."

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect asked, "The Wuxiang Temple probably doesn't need this now, does it?"

The question seems somewhat cruel.

He cautiously glanced to the side; the rooms were all empty, completely deserted.

This is no longer the Wuxiang Temple that was used to shelter disaster victims many years ago. Building a house on the soaked timber now is like locking the stable door after the horse has bolted; it won't do any good.

Yunxi thought he was right.

The little girl nodded, her voice trembling with a mixture of pride and defiance: "Who cares? As long as I'm happy!"

The Sect Master of the Wind and Thunder Sect: "..."

Although it's a bit outrageous,

However, the sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect did not stop it.

These outrageous little tricks are precisely the redemption that Wuxiang Temple, which has been silent for a thousand years, has been yearning for.