Mu Feng asked for several kinds of materials, and the old beggar responded one by one. These materials existed in the Jedi in White Wolf Mountain.
Even the old beggar can be sure that these materials have not been taken away yet.
Seeing his confident look, Mu Feng secretly wondered, suspecting that the old beggar seemed to be a liar, but there was no flaw in the old beggar's face.
"Don't worry, old beggar, my familiarity with the forbidden area of Bailang Mountain is far beyond your imagination. If I say I can find it, I will definitely find it!" the old beggar said, patting his chest.
"Well, before going to the Skeleton River, please lead me to find all these materials." Mu Feng said calmly.
The three of them spent another night under the sand dunes before setting off for the ruins of the city that suddenly appeared.
After walking for less than half a day, they finally arrived here. In front of them was a huge sinkhole, thousands of miles wide, and unbelievably big.
In the sinkhole, the ruins of a city suddenly appeared in front of everyone. The damaged buildings and weathered ground were all telling the antiquity of this place.
The moment he saw the building, Mu Feng asked Meng Gui to take a closer look. As a result, Meng Gui couldn't tell whether it was real or a dream.
Although he was not sure, Mu Feng suspected that this place was a real ruins. However, due to many reasons, the ruins were buried in the sand and were only recently exposed from the sand again.
"Sigh." Mu Feng sighed. It seems that his idea of helping Meng Gui improve is about to be shattered. Since this place is real, there will naturally not be any ancient gods and demons who are good at dreaming.
However, the eyes of the old beggar beside him shone with light, and his face became excited.
"Senior, what did you find? Is there anything you want in here?" Mu Feng asked.
The old beggar nodded heavily: "Yes, this is the place I am looking for, and that thing is in the deepest part of the city. As for where it is, I don't know much about it. I need you to help me find it."
His eyes widened as he closed the door: "This place is so big, when are we going to find it? And you didn't even tell us what you were looking for."
"It's a seed!" the old beggar said excitedly.
Feng Ling became even more confused: "A seed? How can I find it if it is so small?"
The old beggar shook his head slowly: "When you find it, you will know that this seed must be what I want. You must help me find it, but I can't enter this place!"
Mu Feng suddenly became vigilant. The old beggar said that he could not enter here. Why? Feng Ling was even more blunt: "Is there any trap inside? Do you want us to die?"
"No, I just want that seed!" The old beggar said with burning eyes: "I know what you are looking for. The Wutian Organization is indeed in the Jedi, and it is in the Skeleton River!"
As soon as he said these words, Mu Feng's eyes suddenly became sharp. The Sky-Zhanking Sword appeared in his hand and pressed against the old beggar's throat, releasing a fierce killing intent!
The sharp sword cut a thin wound on the old beggar's throat, and blood flowed out, making him frown involuntarily.
"How do you know what I'm looking for?" Mu Feng asked coldly. If there was no reasonable explanation, he would make the old beggar pay the price.
The old beggar sighed and said slowly: "Originally, I wanted to pretend not to know, but that seed is too important to me, and I can't enter, so I can only ask you to bring the seed out."
"Your wanted order has been spread throughout Kaiyang Kingdom. Of course I know who you are."
Mu Feng smiled coldly: "The wanted notice doesn't say that we are looking for people from the Wutian organization, right?"
"This is indeed not what is written on the wanted order, but the matter about the Moon Watching Sect has been spread for a long time, and many people know about your dealings with the two red robes. I guess you came here to look for them!"
said the beggar.
Just based on guesswork, these four words made Mu Feng very suspicious. He now even doubted whether the old beggar was from the Wutian organization and deliberately led him here.
However, although the old beggar had many weird things along the way, he was generally honest. Moreover, the old beggar had been here in Bailang Mountain for many years and everyone knew it.
If he was from the Wutian organization, why would he be willing to stay here and wait for him to come? This is unreasonable.
So Mu Feng sighed and said slowly: "Okay, I will believe you once. If I find out that you are lying to me, I will definitely kill you, I promise!"
"Being able to defeat the two red-robed men from the Wutian organization, of course I know your strength, and I am weak, so I still have some self-awareness." The old beggar finally smiled again on his face.
"Moreover, I know where the resources and materials you need are, and where the Wutian Organization is hiding. I also have some guesses in my mind. Only I can lead you to find them!"
Mu Feng snorted coldly, took back his long sword, and turned around to take Feng Ling with him.
Going to the city ruins, the reason why he dared to go there was the wordless golden book.
With the Golden Book without Words, even if you are trapped, you can still hope to escape, and you will not die in confusion.
The old beggar suddenly stopped them and ran forward with a smile: "Leave a few bottles of wine for me. I don't know how long it will take you to leave. I will suffocate to death!"
Mu Feng had no choice but to take out two jars of wine, and then slowly walked into the huge sinkhole.
The old beggar kept shouting from behind: "Remember, the seeds are in the core of the city!"
Mu Feng and the two walked into the sinkhole. Feng Ling's face was still full of suspicion: "Brother Mu Feng, why do I feel that the old beggar has been pretending to be stupid?"
"Yes, he hid it very deeply." Mu Feng said slowly: "He knew our identities a long time ago. After we came here, he guessed our intentions, and he took the initiative to come forward and wanted to give us
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"In retrospect, everything makes sense, but why did you come to us? Is it because of the 'seed' here?"
Thinking about it carefully, Mu Feng couldn't help but feel a chill. It seemed that they knew about the ruins of the city only after they entered the White Wolf Mountain Jedi.
But what if the old beggar knew it from the beginning?
Perhaps his purpose was to get Mu Feng to help him obtain the seed.
In short, no matter what, the old beggar hides deeply, and there is even a bigger secret hidden behind it, but now Mu Feng doesn't know what this secret is.
"Let's go in and take a look. Once we find the seeds, we will have a bargaining chip with the old beggar." Mu Feng said.
The two walked into the sinkhole and then entered the city ruins.
There are still sand everywhere in the surrounding ruins, and the years have left heavy traces, and a feeling of desolation comes over you.
Mu Feng was not in a hurry to enter, but first explored the outside.
Some buildings are relatively well preserved, with their doors and windows closed, and they have not decayed after so many years.
Feng Ling just wanted to reach out and push the door open, but was stopped by Mu Feng: "It looks intact, but in fact this place has been decayed for a long time. As soon as you touch it, the doors and windows here will turn into fly ash."
The main body and walls of the building are made of stone, and they are special materials, so they can be preserved for so many years.
However, the doors and windows are all made of wood, so it seems that there is no difference. In fact, But it has already weathered.
Mu Feng blew forward gently, and the doors and windows of the building immediately turned into fly ash, revealing the situation inside.
All kinds of furniture and porcelain were neatly arranged in the room, but when the breeze blew, they all turned into fly ash.
The power of time cannot be resisted by anything. Only by transcending time can one resist the passage of time. This is also the goal of countless monks.
"It's a pity. If there were any treasures here, they were all destroyed." Feng Ling looked regretful.
Mu Feng walked into the room and looked around. At this moment, he shook his head slightly and said, "This is not necessarily true."
As he spoke, he took out a copper bowl from a pile of ashes on the ground. It looked like a monk's alms bowl, and it was still very sturdy at this time.
Although the surface was dim and there seemed to be nothing special about it, Mu Feng knew that it was a very powerful sacred weapon.
After so many years, other things, whether they contain spirituality or not, have been turned into ashes, but the alms bowl can survive, so it is definitely not an ordinary thing.
And before the items in the house turned into ashes, he vaguely remembered that this place seemed to be an altar, and this alms bowl was enshrined on the altar.
Mu Feng thought for a moment and input a trace of Holy Yuan into the alms bowl. Suddenly, deep sounds came from the alms bowl, as if many monks around him were chanting sutras.
Soon, he figured out the purpose of this alms bowl. It was a sacred weapon used to trap enemies. It could be big or small, indestructible. It was a medium-level magic weapon of the reincarnation level.
Mu Feng believed that this alms bowl was even more powerful before, but it had inevitably fallen to its current level as the years passed, losing some of its spirituality.
"Feng Ling, I gave this to you. It's good for self-defense." He said with a smile and threw the alms bowl directly to Feng Ling.
"Give it to me?" Feng Ling, who was holding the alms bowl, looked very excited, "Brother Mu Feng, this is too valuable, I can't accept it."
"Keep it, it's useless for me to keep it, and you can find such a sacred artifact here, which means there will only be more treasures inside. I will just take it when I find the right one." Mu Feng said.
Only then did Feng Ling accept the alms bowl, feeling extremely excited. She had never used such a powerful holy weapon before.
Mu Feng and Feng Ling continued to move forward. They were specifically looking for buildings whose doors and windows were intact. There was a high probability that sacred artifacts would remain inside.
Time has become a natural filter. What can be left behind must not be ordinary. Even inspections are omitted.