"Although I understand, it's too miserable to be so poor."
Even though he didn't have any expectations in his heart, when the red armored dragon dragged two tattered monster corpses out of the lake and placed them in front of Feng Bingwen, the ten-year-old child stepped forward to check them out.
He still couldn't help showing a look of disdain.
These two monsters are no different from some of the spirits he has killed before. The most valuable thing in their body is their own body.
Feng Bingwen originally saw that the aura of these two monsters was far superior to the little monsters he had expelled before, and he still had some illusions and expectations in his heart, but it turned out to be in vain.
"But what kind of treasure is this? This tiger demon has refined all his wealth and life into it."
Although these two monsters were nothing, there was still something about the tiger monster. The small copper bell that it spat out at the last moment of its life was still there, and it was not directly chopped up like the big snake's snake elixir.
Feng Bingwen played with the small copper bell the size of a palm in his hand. The shape of this copper bell was simple. Although it made a rather crisp sound when it was shaken, it had no special effect. It only made the mind more peaceful.
But that’s nothing. Who among Taoist monks doesn’t have the means to meditate? Otherwise, how can he meditate?
Of course, this little copper bell was not without its special features. With a tentative mind, Feng Bingwen threw the bell out and controlled the red-armored dragon general to chop the bell with a big halberd.
Dang~
Golden sparks burst out, and the copper bell was directly knocked away, flying an unknown distance in an instant.
However, within the scope of Wolong Lake, as long as it is in the water, there is nothing that Feng Dashuijun cannot find, not to mention that his current White Dragon Appearance has been blessed by divine weapons, which is even more extraordinary.
At the moment when the little copper bell was smashed and fell into the water, water rose up on the lake, surrounded by the copper bell, and presented it to Feng Bingwen.
"Huh!"
Feng Bingwen reached out and picked up the copper bell. He only glanced at it and let out a cry of surprise. After being slashed by the halberd, marks appeared on the copper bell.
But there were only traces, a very faint slash without even changing its shape. What made Feng Bingwen even more excited was that the slash was slowly healing.
In the short period of time that Feng Bingwen watched, the appearance of the copper bell returned to its original appearance, and it was still as simple and elegant as before. This performance is enough to prove how extraordinary the origin of this copper bell is.
"Good baby!"
Although he didn't figure out what the purpose of this copper bell was, Feng Bingwen was still in a good mood, because this was the first treasure that he didn't get directly through the Heavenly Book. Although it was also related to the Heavenly Book, it was still a good start.
.
"It's time to go back."
After putting the copper bell in his arms, Feng Bingwen looked at the dark sky that had returned to its original state and was pouring heavy rain. He glanced at the mighty red-armored dragon general next to him. After thinking for a while, he did not put it away, but
Staying on the island in the middle of the lake, I rode on the clouds and mist to go to my mansion.
The main reason is that he doesn't have any storage methods like Mustard Seed Universe, so the Dharma Image can be transformed into his body with just a thought. However, he can't store the magic weapon with a fierce aura, and it is facing towards the six-foot-long body.
The matching spurge is not easy to handle even if you carry it back.
The most important thing is that this ancient magic weapon is lingering with an evil spirit that is almost turning into reality. Not only will this thing ruin the feng shui of his Feng family mansion, it will also have a bad impact on the bodies of mortals.
.
As soon as he returned to the mansion, Feng Bingwen found that the vapor phantom he had left behind was taken to the atrium lobby of the mansion, where he stayed with two old people and a dozen long-term workers.
"Hiss, the movement was still too loud, it scared the old man."
When the water vapor filled the air, Feng Bingwen's senses also saw that everyone in the lobby had frightened and uneasy faces. Their faces were pale, their legs were trembling, and they were about to faint. They all looked frightened, including the faces of the two old people.
It's the same, a little worried and confused.
Obviously, they had also seen the terrifying movement just now. The power beyond their understanding made them feel uneasy. Everyone gathered in one place and instinctively hugged each other.
When Feng Bingwen saw this scene, he suddenly felt an urge to tell the two old people all about his situation, but he quickly resisted this urge.
Regarding his experiences in the past few years, someone has to believe him when he tells them. The gods and demons described by storytellers are not as outrageous as his experiences. The existence of the Book of Heaven cannot be disclosed to outsiders, so only he knows it.
With a faint apology, Feng Bingwen's figure silently blended into the hall, appearing somewhat taciturn in the mist phantom.
"Master Feng, Madam, there seems to be no movement outside."
There was an atmosphere of tension and fear in the hall. A long-term worker standing close to the door listened quietly for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his face and he spoke with some uncertainty.
The strong, but still ordinary, long-term workers heard the words and calmed down. After listening patiently for a while, they found that there was no movement outside, only the sound of heavy rain pouring down.
"Sure enough, there's no movement outside!"
Someone went out to be brave and took a look outside. They only saw the rumbling black sky, but did not see the red light that just shone. As for the terrifying roar, there was no more.
It seemed that after the disaster passed, the hall, which had seemed a bit heavy just now, suddenly became more lively.
"Those things should be gone!"
"Probably gone."
Uncertain voices sounded, followed by bold guesses,
"What were those just now? They couldn't be the big monsters mentioned in the opera, right?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"What nonsense? It's not like you didn't hear what happened just now."
"Don't worry, even if there are monsters, the county god will subdue them!"
The old man spoke calmly at this time. Although he claimed to be a scholar and did not talk about strange powers and chaos, only ghosts and gods can calm people's hearts at this time. Otherwise, disaster may happen when people's panic occurs.
"The City God here is very effective. A few years ago, a judge appeared and subdued an evil tiger that ran out of the mountains. The skin of the tiger is still hanging in the Temple of the City God."
"Is the story about Judge Fuhu true?"
"The City God bless you!"
"Blessed by Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva! As long as I can go home safely, I will definitely go to the temple to burn three sticks of incense!"
After hearing this, many long-term workers calmed down, but some of them knelt on the ground and began to worship in the direction of the City God's Temple or temple in their minds.
When Feng Bingwen, who was being held by his grandma, saw this scene, his eyes flickered, and he had no thoughts of contempt. Mortals are so powerless when encountering monsters that have grown up, so they can only turn to ghosts and gods for help.
With a thought in his mind, the red-armored dragon that was still on the island in the center of the lake suddenly rose into the clouds and headed towards Xuanting Lake...