Huien claimed to the public that the court had strict laws and those who returned late could not evade the conscript order and would still be sent to the West Coast.

The people in the temple were impetuous and were talking about Yan Ming, feeling that the upper court was unkind.

Chen Xinghe found Huating's subordinates and asked after asking them to know that they had turned to others. He was thinking of a passion for incense and giving advice. He was also a place to go when he returned to secular world.

However, these monks were ambitious and thought about success. They did not see Lianfeng Temple full of dangers.

Three days later, a flying boat "escorted" the cultivator through Baiyuan County. At that time, Chen Xinghe could board the boat and travel far. In the past three days, he entered the Sutra Pavilion to read all the classics just to increase his experience.

The atmosphere in the temple is getting tense. Huien is the only monk of the Hui generation. The upper courtyard is not a solid piece, so someone probably turned against each other.

At this time of dynasty change, Chen Xinghe, as the unlucky man in the upper court, "killing chickens to warn monkeys", boarded the huge flying boat and lived with three monks.

After asking, I found out that the three people in the same room were all small monks.

One was exiled for losing power, the other was compensated for his debts, and the other stood up for his childhood sweetheart. I wonder if he could live and live together with his own heart.

"Where are you, Master? Why are you sent to the West Coast?"

Chen Xinghe smiled bitterly: "Because my junior brother is in trouble, I will go over and help him block some disasters."

"Master Gao Yi." The three of them praised them endlessly.

From the chat, I learned that the flying boat was named Yuan Guang. It was once a Jindan ancestor. Now it was taken out to transport troops and was controlled by six foundation-building monks. Its speed was ranked among the top three in the large flying boats.

However, in the eyes of most monks, fast speed is not a good thing, which means they will enter the battlefield in advance.

Chen Xinghe thought about it himself.

The world of Huangquan is showing that it is unmeasurable to measure danger. No matter what these changes mean, the struggling can only take care of the situation first.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Huangquan world regards money as its pride, and it seems that "wealth can make the devil push the mill" to the extreme, so that money can save lives.

The problem is that with the price level of the Yellow Springs world, earning silver coins requires giving away a large number of rare treasures, which is difficult to imagine.

Lands like Xingwang Mansion are rare, most of which are densely close to the ancient tombs of Liuyin Mountain, and the danger is enough to make people crushed.

Chen Xinghe still has two self-proclaimed spiritual weapons, but these two spiritual weapons have the strength of the foundation-building force, and there is no other item that can be exchanged for a large amount of silver coins.

According to customary rules, the interval between formal tasks is more than two months, and now it has been fourteen days, and one quarter of the time is gone.

"By the way, do the three fellow Taoists have spirit stones? I came from Lianfeng Temple. The healing pills and body refining pills are unique in Dachang Country."

"Oh? The master brings the pill?"

"Yes! I also brought some miscellaneous items, such as phallus mushrooms."

"This mushroom is thin and long like a brush, it is said to be a precious medicine and needs to grow in an absolutely quiet environment."

"There are also wings of the Phantom Heart Butterfly, which is said to be used to refine talisman ink."

"I hope that the three donors will come forward and walk around the boat to change some spirit stones."

The three of them were overjoyed: "It seems that the master is well prepared and has benefited a lot from the same journey with the master. Let's do this! The three of us try our best to buy it. If there is still plenty, we will recruit fellow Taoists in the outdoor room to buy it."

"Thank you." Chen Xinghe quickly took out the things, and the race bag was full of people, filled with a large amount of elixirs and Buddhist tools. The abbot and Huien really transferred the temple's products. Who can stop it?

However, except that the race bag itself is valuable, the quality of these belongings is not high, so Chen Xinghe has to find a way to deal with it on the spot.

But even if he was very willing to sell, he would not consume much of the wealth of these monks on the ship.

Chen Xinghe gathered the spirit stones to urge the Shishen Record to mark the pen holder of the monkey spirit ink.

This imprint has a wonderful power, which can promote the rapid growth of the servant god and establish telepathy between the master and the servant god.

Chen Xinghe felt that spiritual ink was very spiritual and his own bronze pen holder was also extraordinary, so he was ready to increase his efforts to cultivate it.

At this moment, when I thought that the black zombie who had paid so much money and resources and condensed the natal star was over, I couldn't help but feel a pain in my heart.

But then again, if the black zombie had not protected the disaster again and again, her life would have disappeared long ago. How could she sit here and talk about it?

Thinking of this, my heart was much more balanced, and I secretly encouraged myself: "I want to look forward and get money and start a new job! As long as there is enough silver coins, don't say one black zombie, two or three will be fine."

In this way, with the efforts of the three people in the same room, I finally got 300 medium-grade spirit stones in four days.

This is the result of a foundation-building monk fascinating the slayer mushroom and bearing the responsibility of 150 medium-grade spirit stones, otherwise only half of them would be.

"Three hundred spirit stones should be enough." Chen Xinghe took advantage of the same room to go out and let out the air, and used the Zixiao Gong to activate the Secret of the Gods. With the experience of branding Xiaobao and the Ghost Dragon in the first two times, this time he was familiar with it.

Ling Mo felt uncomfortable, shook his little head hard, and then lay in his master's palm rested in anger.

Chen Xinghe said "huh" and picked up the spirit pet bag and asked Ling Mo: "Do you want to use the pen holder to fuse this spirit pet bag? After the fusion is made, live with Gui Jiao and Xiaobao?"

"Sizi..." Ling Mo was very happy. The master actually knew what he was thinking, and at the same time he knew what his master was talking about. This was great.

"Okay, what else do you need to give the spiritual pet bag to fusion? Taiyi divine mud? It is very beneficial for the pen holder? In addition, can you smash the aquamarine and gold ore into the wings of the fantasy heart butterfly wings to make ink?"

"You were born to like making ink? Lingxi ink, butterfly wing ink, drowning ink, good ink, Yin ink, and especially good at making water-based talisman ink?"

Chen Xinghe felt that he was a little vain Ling Mo's talent. This little monkey is more suitable for following the talisman maker and can definitely shine.

Just as Chen Xinghe cooperated with Ling Mo to select useful items at home to improve the pen holder, Zhao Quanzhen rushed to the road like crazy, while Yan Guizhen, who had disappeared for a long time, stood at the bow of the ship.

"Senior Brother, why are you more radical than me about Yan Ming?" Yan Guizhen's eyes were empty and his eyes were gone. However, he still looked down at the earth, not sure why it turned out like this.

Zhao Quanzhen said angrily: "That little thief made me lose face, so I naturally have to get rid of it quickly. Moreover, his backer fell down and thought he could save his life by running to Xijiang. Humph, I want to let him know the consequences of offending Senior Brother Nu Taohai."

"Senior brother is very obsessed with it! It's not good for foundation building. I was also obsessed with it before, until I fell into the Zhulong Hall and became a blessing in disguise, and had a unique view on cause and effect."

"Cause and effect? ​​Is there any difference?"
Chapter completed!