Forest of Ten Thousand Bones, Fifteenth Hell, Fenqiu Lake, Lin Mo let out a sigh of relief.
Immediately a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
A man will not be rich without windfall, and a horse will not be fat without night grass. This saying is indeed true.
The original purpose of occupying the dead grassland was just to relieve some of the pressure on resources in the near future, but I didn't expect that the harvest would be so great.
Even his current status cannot help but be moved.
The total amount of treasures collected from Yinyuan Hao and Xiao Yuan was four to five hundred times more than the total monthly payment he received from patrolling Fenqiu Lake.
This is equivalent to the fact that even a person of his level would have to go without food or drink for decades if he wanted to obtain so many resources through normal means...
This amount... directly made him completely unaware of resource issues.
Lin Mo sighed in his heart. No wonder there are so many masters in the Seven Seas. The True Lord is obviously powerful and has a high status, but he still chooses to go to the sea.
Now it seems that grabbing the goods directly will come faster.
However, there are also geographical reasons for this? If it were outside Qihai or Ten Thousand Bones Forest, an ordinary Great True Lord should never have this amount of resources.
After all, it's not like Lin Mo has never fought against a martial artist at the level of the Great True Lord.
"In other words, this Yin family is too arrogant? Yin Yuanhao's status is not ordinary?"
Lin Mo continued to inspect the things he had obtained. After a while, he took out a special stone box from Xiao Yuankong's stone ring.
The stone box was completely smooth, without any gaps, and was integrated into one piece. It was obviously specially made, and its owner did not even think about opening it for a short period of time.
Lin Mo's expression remained unchanged, and he slightly bent his fingers. There was a "collapse" sound, and numerous cracks appeared on the surface of the stone box.
When the wind blows, it breaks into powder and goes away with the wind.
Inside the box are stacks of pale yellow letters.
Lin Mo narrowed his eyes and picked up one at random.
It is full of dense lists of resources and goods.
Five hundred catties of purple orchid flowers... twenty thousand yuan of stone...
Twenty black and purple Polygonum multiflorum plants... Thirty thousand yuan of stone...
Three thousand tons of Longxiang Slate Spiritual Valley... Twenty thousand Spiritual Valley...
In addition, there are some low-grade spiritual grains and low-grade medicinal materials, which are in huge quantities and extremely expensive.
The key is that most of the goods are not available in Fenqiu Lake! The ones supplied are not official shops, but some large private trading houses.
Lin Mo's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this, and he felt something was wrong.
He is indeed focused on cultivation, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about daily intelligence information at all.
Nowadays, due to the "small flaw" disaster problem in Chungbuk Province, not only Linggu, but also the general rice supply side has been affected to varying degrees.
In order to balance the soaring prices, Wangu Forest is a large warehouse of Yizhou's resource output. The resources it produces are forced by the imperial court and Wanfo Temple, and can only be negotiated with the imperial court.
It is strictly forbidden to resell and resell privately, thereby hoarding goods and driving up prices.
However, all of the items listed in these letters were for sale to private traders, and the prices were extremely high.
No matter how high it is, in the end the name is still in the name of Fenqiu Valley.
Lin Mo's face became increasingly ugly.
With his current strength and current status, such a crime is actually nothing at all.
At this level, if you want to be criticized and brought down, it cannot be because of some resources or money.
What he was really unhappy about was that Xiao Yuan did not give him the full amount of money and resources!…
In other words, the other party deceived him and deceived him.
"It seems that I was not wrong after all." Lin Mo no longer felt guilty for being cruel to Xiao Yuan.
He originally just wanted to avoid accidents, but by mistake, he killed the right person.
But he also began to reflect in his own mind.
It seems that after he moved from Huaizhou to Thuja Island in the Seven Seas and really started to take charge, he started to slack off.
He thinks that everyone around him is in awe of his strength and that no one dares to deceive him.
After making a great name, even
In the Qihai Wulin, he is called the contemporary "little five masters" by the good guys, and this is especially true after he is called the East Buddha.
The result was...
"Sure enough, the only people you can truly trust are your own people." Lin Mo sighed softly.
In his eyes, only the Lingtai Sect members who have been tested for many years are considered his own. No, actually this is not safe.
After all, there are too many ways to control people's hearts in the world. Whether it is controlled by drugs, exercises, or threatened by family members, lovers, relatives and friends, they can force a person to change his behavior and make unwilling actions.
"So, we still have to use the curse seal." Lin Mo muttered to himself.
Now his Holy Demon Yuan Fei has been perfected to the point that after it is planted by it, if one wishes, one can feel the simple thoughts of the person who planted the seal, and even pay a price to achieve the divine will coming based on the Yuan Fei.
Basic lie detection is naturally simple.
If he had planted a curse seal on Xiao Yuan's body in advance, things like this could naturally be avoided.
"It's a long memory," he murmured to himself.
Then it was decided to recruit a few disciples from the Buddhist Fetus Department of the sect to take charge of the affairs.
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Just when Lin Mo was thinking about this, Wu Ziyang knocked on the door.
Inform that officials from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple and the imperial court are here to investigate the demon disaster in the Dead Grassland.
"Well, I'll be there soon."
Lin Mo simply packed up and got up to go out.
Yin Yuanhao is different from the Wufu Ranger who has no foundation. No, even for an ordinary Wufu Ranger, the fall of a great true king will inevitably lead to several procedural inquiries and investigations if it involves a regional demonic disaster.
Not to mention that after he "pacified" Death Grassland, he would directly arrange manpower for Death Grassland and take over the palace, which would naturally make relevant stakeholders anxious.
At this time, it was just dawn, and we were only one day away from the evil disaster on the dead grassland.
There were already people in the reception room on the first floor, and Wu Ziyang was coming to entertain them.
There are two people, one is a bald monk, wearing a green cassock, which is seamed with black thread, and the knots are inlaid with emeralds, green pearls, and all kinds of precious things.
He has strong facial features and a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, giving him a strong air that cannot be ignored.
Even in the face of Wu Ziyang's smiling reception, he only nodded slightly without changing his expression.
The other person is relatively ordinary, dressed like a scholar, aged forty or fifty, with a haggard face, a pair of very calm eyes, a peaceful expression, and exudes an elegant temperament.
When the two of them saw Lin Mo entering the door, they both stood up and held hands with each other.
"I've heard it for a long time, Master Qingliang." The old man took the lead and said with a smile.
The green-robed monk said nothing.
"Mr. Hu is the one who has been admired for a long time." Lin Mo was also too lazy to pay attention. He looked at the old man and slightly extended his hand to invite him to sit down.
Martial arts in Yizhou are very popular, but the literary world is also very popular...
Of course, in this world, writing style not only includes poetry and rituals, but also includes the accumulation of martial arts.
In other words, any great Confucian scholar in the literary world has more or less a foundation in martial arts, and his accumulation of martial arts is far superior to that of ordinary people. He must have participated in the compilation of true martial arts classics and mentored powerful warriors.
Among the three top celebrities in Yizhou, except for the great Confucian Ying Lunbao and the current leader of the Daoxing Party, Huang Longshi, a bachelor of the Cabinet Office, who co-authored Huang Ying's theory and became famous as Yu Sheng, the other two are He may have retired to the mountains and forests, or he may have passed away.
And Hu Shixuan is the first among the three top celebrities.
Not only is he knowledgeable, he has read countless classics of true martial arts, he has participated in the compilation of two [classic] level and half a [classic] level true martial arts, and has taught more than a dozen true kings and martial arts men, including two great true kings and martial arts men.
His martial arts strength has also rarely reached the level of a true king.
If it were not for the failure to truly create a [Classic] level true skill, the Three Great Celebrities of Yizhou might have become the Four Great Celebrities.
Hu Shixuan sat down, held his head high, and said with a smile on his face: "Uncle Zhang and I had a drink with that old guy before, and I heard some information about the condition of Qingliang Jia from his mouth. I didn't expect that the master is so young. It really makes people full of emotions. ,unexpected."
"Senior Zhang Shutong has a close relationship with junior Yong, but the senior praised him too much." Lin Mo catered to him, saying that the other party had a good attitude and didn't have much ill will.
"Okay, you two have plenty of time to chat. This poor monk has important matters to attend to. If Mr. Hu is unwilling to speak, I will take full charge of the matter."
As soon as Lin Mo finished speaking, the green-robed monk opened his mouth and said coldly.
His name is Zhenyan, and he is a member of the Prajna Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. Now he walks outside the temple and represents the entire Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple to the outside world.
After saying the truth, he looked directly at Lin Mo.
"You should know why we are here. I have two questions. First, why did you Qingliang use your special skills immediately when the Demonic Disaster on the Dead Grassland started?
Secondly, why did Yi Yuanhao, the former guard of the Dead Grassland, suddenly die, and yet you appeared so promptly, and after the evil disaster was finally calmed down, you sent someone to take over the entire Dead Grassland? "
Zhenyan looked towards the hall coldly, his eyes falling on Lin Mo:
"If you don't want others to know, you have to do nothing unless you do it yourself.
The death of Yin Yuanhao is of great importance. We are just the first to come here. Afterwards, there will be more people and stronger people to inquire. No one can escape! No one can get away with it! "
Hu Shixuan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
Lin Mo waved his hands slightly, his expression was not anxious, but rather surprised, and he smiled:
"I can understand your question, truth be told. Our Lingtai Sect has five great magical powers, namely divine foot power, other-mind power, destiny power, heavenly ear power, and heavenly eye power.
I use my heavenly ears to hear the appearance of demonic disasters, my heavenly eyes to see the emergence of demonic disasters, and my divine feet to reach the location of demonic disasters, and I will naturally take action according to the situation.
Taking over the dead grassland is even more helpless. Although the big bamboo demon was repulsed by me, there is no guarantee that it will come back. In order to avoid the destruction of all living beings, this is the last resort."
As soon as these words came out, the former's complexion changed slightly and he opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say. His eyes were full of surprise and anger.
He never expected that Lin Mohui would not mention any details of the affairs, and would only have one meaning in his long speech, that is, he is very awesome...
"Is it possible that the Buddhist teachings you have learned from the Lingtai Sect are all sophistry? The five great magical powers, the mind power and the power of destiny, are really full of lies!"
Zhenyan was angry and asked sternly.
Lin Mo shook his head when he saw this.
I originally thought that the disciples in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple would be different from the ordinary people in the world, but I didn't expect that there would only be a few like Jiang Long.
It's normal to think so.
For example, the Lingtai Sect is also divided into lay Buddhist disciples. Buddhist disciples first chant Buddhist scriptures and then learn martial arts, and are often responsible for ideological education. However, lay disciples pay equal attention to Buddhism and martial arts, and their Buddhist practice only involves chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name for a few hours a day.
It is impossible to think that everyone is a noble person.
"If you really want to question our Lingtai Sect's Buddhism, feel free to take action. Of course, you are not qualified yet. Let's talk about it when you are the Pudu of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, or the first one of the others." Lin Mo was too lazy to talk nonsense and said directly.
After saying that, he picked up the tea cup and looked at the person next to him.
Wu Ziyang was aware of Lin Mo's temperament during this period, his expression changed slightly, and then he stepped forward and looked apologetic toward Zhenyan.
"Lin Junmo!"
Seeing this, Zhenyan finally couldn't bear it any longer and stood up at once:
"The Dead Grassland is the exclusive property of the Yin family. It has been in business for hundreds of years. You are just a passerby. If you really want to take it away, you will not let it go."
What's more, do you really think that this is Qihai, you are in Huaizhou, and you can act unscrupulously? Without any scruples? Do you really think that those big shots ignore you because they are afraid of you? "
After shouting loudly, many former Fenqiu Palace guards outside the door hurried over in panic, and were finally dismissed by Lin Mo with a wave of his hand.
"Exclusive? Big shot? Whether it's the Yin family or others, if you have any objections, let them do it."
He looked cold.
"If you say one more thing, you probably won't have to leave. It's just a good time for Lin to see how exquisite the Dharma of Wanfo Temple is."
With the continuous creation and improvement of his own classics, the true king's path continues to deepen. Now, he himself does not know his strength.
The big shot in the eyes of the world, the so-called Great True Lord, is nothing more than a quick move.
He is not stupid, he naturally knows his own strength and has already surpassed the level of true king.
As for the Great Sage, whether he can defeat him or not depends on his real action. How could he be afraid?
Zhenyan was stunned when he heard the words. He didn't expect Lin Mo to answer like this. He looked at him in disbelief and his voice was a little astringent:
"you you…"
"Okay, Master Qingliang, I am really bothering you by not coming here this time to inquire about the situation and express my condolences and gratitude to Master.
I won’t disturb you for now and take my leave.”
At this time, Hu Shixuan stood up and clasped his fists.
"Farewell." Lin Mo also clasped his fists.
The former smiled, and then pulled the truth aside.
The latter was still in disbelief, with his eyes wide open and his back straight, as if he didn't want to leave.
However, he only made a token resistance and was dragged away by Hu Shixuan.
After walking out of the door, my steps accelerated slightly.
Lin Mo watched the two of them leave the courtyard until their figures disappeared, then returned to the main hall and sat down.
"Buddha's head, over there at the dead grassland..." Wu Ziyang on the side asked aloud.
"You will be responsible for that first. Check the relevant manpower and resource status first, and then I will send someone to take over." Lin Mo replied.
"This...is." Wu Ziyang felt vaguely bad, but he still nodded and left with full of thoughts.
If the sky is falling, there is a tall man holding it up, so he can see clearly.
Lin Duan picked up the tea cup on the side, but didn't drink, just blew on it.
He naturally has plans before doing anything.
However, I thought I would only deal with people from the Yin family, but I didn't expect that Wanfo Temple was actually related to the latter.
It seems that several major forces in Yizhou have transferred their interests and united their forces a lot over the years.
Such as the mantra, it is clear that he should give up the grassland of death.
But Lin Mo had so many plans, how could he let go so easily.
He has made up his mind that no matter who comes next, he will forcefully control them.
At least in the entire fifteenth level of hell, he needs to have only one voice.
"I just don't know where I can rank in Yizhou as a whole with my current strength."
Lin Mo estimated in his mind that if he were to fight with all his strength against Xiong Yuanhai, the purple-faced king of the Dongzhen Sect, who would win and who would be better?