The rocks that were tall and tall were cracked, and the body of a tall man was lying in the middle.

Fang Dou stood in front of the pile of stones, marveling at the sight of this, this is the original mask of Fei Jian Nu.

The flying sword slave had all the mechanisms, but he missed it. Fang Dou knew the magic of "Starting the Incense and Trace".

He had previously grabbed the flying sword as the lead and searched for the rays of Shixiang, instantly revealing his traces.

It’s easy to find someone!

Fang Dou quickly stepped forward and smashed the hiding rock with one punch. The Feijiannu wanted to escape, but his throat was crushed by his claw and died.

"Without the flying sword, my ability is ordinary!"

When Fang Dou thought of this, he felt a little bored and picked up the "Flying Sword" he grabbed.

Um!

The white light dissipated, and this invincible weapon had turned into a piece of scrap iron.

Originally, Fang Dou was quite interested in the flying sword, but now he was disappointed.

"Next, touch the corpse!"

On the next day, Fang Dou did not return to the temple until noon.

After collecting all the corpses, he threw them into the mountains, and poisonous insects and beasts would sweep them to him.

"I almost forgot!"

Fang Dou slapped his forehead, and the dog spirits were surveillance before. Qianqiu Society was seriously injured and the people who died in battle were all left to cultivate halfway.

Eliminate evil and do not leave any tricks!

Fang Dou was about to get up when he suddenly saw the cock flying in front of him, and gurgled at him with contemptuous eyes.

(No need to go, I've solved it!)

"Thank you, Master Chicken!"

Fang Dou bowed his hand.

From the beginning to the end, this battle took three days and two nights.

But afterwards, Fang Dou spent a full ten days to cultivate.

Even if there is Qi Refining Pill to replenish magic power, Jade Buddha Fat treats internal and external injuries, and the fatigue caused by overdrawing of the body will still remain.

Fang Dou was afraid after a while that if the enemy was a little stronger, he was afraid that overdrawing would cause damage to the foundation.

Ten days later, Fang Dou estimated that his recovery was almost done, not ten percent, and not ninety-half percent.

Because, after eating twenty kilograms of rice for lunch that day, his appetite had completely recovered.

Only then can there be time to check the gains of this battle.

Two of the three altars have been scrapped, and the remaining one is intact.

The iron windmill is completely scrapped and becomes a pile of scrap iron, which is hard to repair.

The total cost of 80,000 taels of silver mortgaged by Gu Wangzhu was 80,000 taels, and there were 20,000 left on him.

This 80,000 taels is a huge sum of money, but in Fang Dou's opinion, it's worth the expense!

Most of the reason why Fang Dou can win is to use money to kill the enemy.

Looking at the gains from touching the corpse, Venerable Yan and others carried more or less gold, silver, money notes, pearls, and gems.

Fang Dou collected a lot of pieces, and estimated that it was enough to replenish the 80,000 taels of spending, and the remaining 20,000 were enough to redeem the Gu Wangzhu.

A shaped ginseng plant was also found on the body of Master Yan, as thick as a child's arm.

Fang Dou had also talked to the shopkeeper at the county pharmacy shop. He had seen a few wild ginseng and learned it step by step.

You know that the reed head of ginseng is like the annual rings of trees. By counting the reed heads, you can identify the years of ginseng.

He counted roughly and took a deep breath for at least five hundred years.

It should be noted that any ginseng that has been over a hundred years old is a treasure that is hidden but not sold in any medicine shop.

"This Master Yan is really rich!"

Fang Dou frowned and found that the ginseng was missing root ginseng, as if it had been used by Venerable Yan before.

The biggest gain is the spells found from these people, handwritten notes, or secret books heirled from ancestrals.

The phantom of rice dou was summoned, and light fell into it like a meteor.

...

"Earth Escape (Elementary): Break the ground like water!"

"Paper Illusion: refers to the moon forming a night, and breathing into a spirit."

"Thunder in the palm of your hand!"

"Armn Horse Talisman!"

"Golden Light Curse!"

"Flying Sword Technique (remember): a stab."

"Shadow Charm (remember): Snatch breath and hide your energy!"

"Weapon Refining Technique (Introduction)"

"The Six Arts of Famous Teaching: Riding Dragon to Destroy the Law (Basics)!"

...

Fang Dou thought to himself, how can I practice this!

Also, something strange seems to be mixed in it?

The Golden Light Mantra is a illusion of the Buddhist sect. The middle-aged monk used to make the famous six arts, and they are not Taoist.

The rest are Taoist spells.

"By the way, there are ghost books!"

Fang Dou took out the iron tiles and if the other half is filled, it happens to be a cylinder.

Is this half of the ghost book a magic weapon or a martial art?

A ray of light rose from the iron tiles, sucked into the rice bucket, shook it a few times, and spit out a seed of magic power.

"The Ghosts' Chapter: Five Ghosts' Movement Technique, Mountain Ghost Talisman Summon..."

The spells of half of the ghost book add up to more than all other spells.

This is the biggest surprise and also gives Fang Dou a warning bell.

A complete inheritance is better than countless powers of the side, the power of the Buddhist sect, Taoism and famous sects has become a system. No wonder it can stand out from all the various craftsmen.

The spell seeds refined by rice bowls are equivalent to the same seeds in the body, and the threshold for introductory practice and mastery is greatly reduced.

Fang Dou knew that the truth that greed cannot be eaten is already brewing, so how should we choose?

"Well, it's summer, how can you not have beer?"

Fang Dou suddenly felt thirsty, and when he thought of the sweet wine he had mastered, he couldn't help but feel salivation.

I can’t wait, so I put my practice aside first and go to the county town to buy some wheat.

...

The news of the entire army of Venerable Yan and his group were wiped back to Qianqiu Society.

At this time, the two elders on both sides were working on the budget and expenditure this year. The difference was too big, and the two old men were so worried that they became angry.

"The money and grain transported from all aspects have been collected in the warehouse, with a total of more than 1.38 million taels of silver!"

"At present, we have eighteen projects to be planned. How should we allocate funds? Let's have a good chat?"

Elder Zuo was frowning, "I have to use money everywhere, and it is difficult to handle a bowl of water. At that time, all families will complain and cry for poverty!"

"What can I do? There is only so much money. We don't have a treasure pot, we don't know how to turn stones into gold, and we don't have Guanyin's treasury to borrow money, so we can't turn gold and silver into nothing!"

"I'll start with it first. The 'resurrection' of Venerable Master Yan has not made much progress. The budget this year has been cut to 100,000 taels!"

The right elder nodded, "I think this is OK!"

"Yeah, come again..."

At this time, a storm of wind blew up.

When the right elder saw it, he asked, "I heard from the gods, but what is the progress in Jinling County?"

As a result, the news reported by the gods surprised the two elders.

"What, the whole army was wiped out, and none of them escaped?"

The news brought back by the God of Ears was shocking.

The two elders attached great importance to this mission, and all the elite soldiers and generals were drawn.

As a project leader, Venerable Yan is far more powerful than an ordinary member. He is already a first-class warlock and has failed to break the temple.

Not to mention Guijin, Feijiannu, Feishanke and others were all chosen for a while, but they were all lost in that temple.

"What a nameless monk!"

At this time, the god of ears gave a message to remind him.

"Ji Ming Temple, the monk's name is Fang Dou!"

The right elder nodded with hatred, "I understand!"

He turned to his companion, "Old Zuo, let's discuss and discuss, how should we deal with it?"
Chapter completed!