The old branch secretary was very supportive of Zhao Yuan's leasing a Chinese medicinal herb planting base in Shantou, and immediately convened the village committee to discuss it. Everyone was also very supportive. They quickly completed the procedures and signed a mountain rental agreement with Zhao Yuan.

After finishing, Zhao Shiquan smiled and invited, "Everyone will come to my house for a drink at noon!"

The old branch secretary took the cigarette handed over by Zhao Shiquan and said, "Must! You have raised a good kid. When you have a promising career, you still don't forget to bring the people from our village to get rich. What a good kid!"

Several other people in the village committee were also praising Zhao Yuan, which made Zhao Yuan feel embarrassed.

After the matter of renting the mountain was settled, Zhao Shiquan took Zhao Yuan to the dilapidated temple in the village.

Since the old Taoist priest passed away, no one has lived in the dilapidated temple. However, people in the village often come to burn incense and worship, and help clean and maintain it, so the place is still very clean and not dilapidated.

The old Taoist priest's tomb was behind the dilapidated temple. Zhao Yuan went over to burn incense and burn money for him, and worshiped him.

The white cat originally came with him, but when he was burning incense and burning money, he ran to the hall of the dilapidated temple.

Zhao Yuan's heart moved. Whenever the white cat acted abnormally, something would happen. Could it be that there was a treasure hidden in this dilapidated temple?

After burning the money paper and worshiping, Zhao Yuan followed the route of the white cat running before and walked into the hall of the dilapidated temple.

The ruined temple worships a mountain god. Zhao Yuan glanced at it and then took his eyes back from it.

This mountain god statue is an ordinary clay sculpture, without Qi, and it cannot be a treasure.

"Xiaobai, where are you?" Zhao Yuan shouted while using the Qi-observation technique to look around.

"Meow." A cat moan came from above the head. Zhao Yuan looked up and saw the white cat lying on the beam of the broken temple.

“Huh?”

Zhao Yuan, who activated the Qi-observation technique, saw at a glance that the beam was extraordinary!

This beam, which looked pitch black and nothing special, was actually enveloped by a layer of rich qi. Moreover, the qi was filled with wood energy. However, this qi was a little different from the wood energy that Zhao Yuan had seen in normal times, emitting a powerful power!

There is no doubt that the beam in the ruined temple is a treasure! And it can be seen from the fact that the white cat is leaning on it and refuses to come down, this treasure is definitely not simple.

"What is this beam?" Zhao Yuan's heart was full of questions. He wanted to go up and check it out. His father followed him into the dilapidated temple, making him uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the information leaf did not disappoint Zhao Yuan, and showed a line of introduction: "The best thunder-striking wood! Three hundred years ago, a snake was wrapped around the jujube tree, trying to get rid of the beast's body and become a spirit, attracting heavenly thunder. In the end, the snake was killed, and the spirit breath was trapped in the jujube wood. When the jujube wood was struck by lightning, it absorbed a lot of heavenly thunder aura. After a hundred years of fusion, the snake spirit breath and heavenly thunder aura turned into the best thunder-striking wood, which has the effect of subduing demons and eliminating demons and destroying ghosts. It is an excellent material for making offensive magic weapons!"

"My good dear, what a good baby!" Zhao Yuan was about to saliva.

An excellent material for making offensive magic weapons! It also has the aura of monsters and the aura of thunder, so I can't even think about it!

After finding an excuse and supporting his father away, Zhao Yuan hugged the pillar beside him and climbed up quickly. As soon as his hand touched the lightning-striking wood, he immediately felt a stinging pain. He knew that this was the breath of thunder remaining in the wood.

Without hesitation in his joy, Zhao Yuan immediately opened the ring and sucked the lightning-striking wood into the ring space.

The white cat lying on the cross beam suddenly lost the ground and immediately fell to the ground. It raised its head and screamed at Zhao Yuan's "meow" in dissatisfaction, as if accusing him of having good things that cannot be taken away by himself.

Zhao Yuan had to say, "Stop calling, when I go back, I will use this lightning strike wood to make a small nest for you, right?"

The white cat stopped screaming with satisfaction on his face.

Zhao Yuan shook his head helplessly and sighed inwardly: "This little guy is getting more and more thief."

After walking out of the ruined temple, Zhao Yuan looked back and felt that he had just taken away the lightning-striking wood. It seemed a bit bad. He had to do something to give the ruined temple and the dead Taoist priest some reward?

Thinking of this, he went to the village committee to find the village party secretary and proposed to repair the dilapidated temple.

The village party secretary is very supportive of this matter!

The dilapidated temple is the spiritual pillar of the village. Although it is dilapidated, everyone still often goes to burn incense and pray for blessings. If it can be repaired properly, it will definitely be a good thing for the villagers.

After returning home, Zhao Yuan told his father the decision and took out a bank card to him: "There is about one million deposits in this card..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Shiquan's trembling scream: "How much...how much?"

"It's about one million." Zhao Yuan replied.

"So much?" Zhao Shiquan felt a little breathless. He had never seen so much money before. For a moment, he felt that the bank card in his hand seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds. He took several deep breaths to calm his mood a little. "It's just about repairing the dilapidated temple, it doesn't cost so much, right?"

Zhao Yuan explained: "In addition to the money for repairing the dilapidated temple, there is also money for renting mountains and building a Chinese medicinal materials planting base. The rest is left to pay salaries to employees. If the money is not enough, call me and I will transfer the money to you in time."

"So that's the case, OK, I understand." Zhao Shiquan nodded and accepted the bank card.

Immediately afterwards, the father and son began to discuss the construction of the Chinese medicinal herb planting base. After about ten minutes, a hustle and bustle came into the house.

"I heard that Brother Yuan is back? Where is the person?"

"Brother Yuan, come out and help your life!"

"Someone is injured. Brother Yuan, you are a doctor. Come and help me!"

Zhao Yuan and Zhao Shiquan immediately stopped talking, got up and walked out of the house, and saw a group of people carrying a wounded person and rushing into the yard.

The injured person's eyes were closed, his body was covered with blood, and he could not see life and death.

Zhao Yuan recognized it at a glance. The injured person was Feng Ming from their village. He was about the same age as him and had no school anymore. He worked in the county town. It seemed that he was also going home to visit relatives during the New Year's Day holiday. I don't know what happened, but he was actually injured! And looking at this, he was very serious!
Chapter completed!