Gift natural power at the beginning

Chapter 661 Discovery
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Ten Thousand Bone Forest, No.15 Heavy Hell, Fenqiu Lake, Lin Mo let out a sigh of relief.

Immediately a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

It is true that a man cannot be rich without windfall, and a horse cannot be fat without night grass.

The original purpose of forcibly occupying the dead grassland was to alleviate some of the pressure on resources in the near future, but I didn't expect the harvest to be so great.

So much so that his current status can't help but be moved.

The sum of the precious medicines collected from Yin Yuanhao and Xiao Yuanyuan directly exceeded the total monthly payment of four to five hundred times that he received from patrolling Fenqiu Lake.

In other words, even a person of his rank would have to go without eating or drinking for decades if he wanted to obtain so many resources through normal means...

This amount... directly made him completely free from resource problems.

Lin Mo sighed inwardly, no wonder there are so many masters in the Seven Seas, the True Monarch is obviously powerful and has a high status, but he still chooses to go to sea.

Now it seems that grabbing the goods directly will come faster.

However, there are also geographical reasons for this?If it was Qihai, or other than Ten Thousand Bone Forest, an ordinary Dazhen Monarch should never have this amount of resources on him.

After all, it's not that Lin Mo has never been a martial artist at the Dazhenjun level.

'Or, this Yin family is too arrogant?Yin Yuanhao's identity is not ordinary? '

Lin Mo continued to check the things he got, and after a while, he took out a special stone box from Xiao Yuankong's stone ring.

The whole body of the stone box is smooth, without a single gap, and it is one piece. It is obviously specially made, and its owner didn't want to open it in a short time.

Lin Mo's expression remained unchanged, he flexed his fingers slightly, and there was a sound of 'collapse', and countless 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 were stacks of pale yellow letters.

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes and picked up one casually.

It is full of a dense list of resources and goods.

Five hundred catties of purple orchid pistil... 2 yuan stone...

Twenty plants of Wuzi Polygonum multiflorum... 3 yuan stone...

Three thousand loads of Longxiang Stone Slab Spirit Valley... [-] Spirit Valley...

In addition, there are some low-level spiritual grains and low-level medicinal materials, which are huge in quantity and extremely high in price.

The point is, most of them are goods that Fenqiu Lake doesn't have!What is being supplied is not an official shop, but some private big business houses.

Seeing this, Lin Mo's pupils shrank slightly, and felt a little bad.

He really puts his mind on cultivation, but that doesn't mean he doesn't pay attention to daily intelligence information at all.

Nowadays, due to the "small defect" disaster in Chongbei Province, not only Linggu, but also the supply side of ordinary rice has been affected to varying degrees.

In order to balance the soaring prices, Wangulin was used as a large warehouse for Yizhou's resource output. The resources it produced were compulsorily required by the imperial court and Wanfo Temple, and it was only obtained through official business with the imperial court.

Strictly order private resale and resale to hoard goods to drive up prices.

And on the list of these letters, all of them were sold to private merchants, and the price was extremely high.

Forget about being tall, the final name is still in the name of Fenqiugu.

Lin Mo's complexion became increasingly ugly.

With his current strength and status, such a crime is actually nothing at all.

At his level, if he wants to be criticized and brought down, it is impossible for some resources and some money.

What makes him really upset is that Xiao Yuan didn't give him all the money and resources above!
In other words, the other party tricked him and deceived him.

"It seems that I am not wrong after all." Lin Mo no longer feels guilty for beating Xiao Yuan cruelly.

Originally, he was just trying to prevent accidents, but he didn't expect to kill the right person by mistake.

But he also began to reflect in his heart.

It seems that after moving from Huaizhou to Yabai Island in Qihai, he started to slack off after he really started to take charge.

He thinks that everyone around him is in awe of his strength, and that everyone dare not lie to him.

This is even more so after he has earned a great reputation, even in Qihai Martial Arts, and is called the "Little Five Wonders" of the contemporary era by good people.

The result is...

"Sure enough, the only ones you can really trust are your own people." Lin Mo sighed softly.

In his eyes, the only ones who are his own are the Lingtai sect who have been tested for many years. No, in fact, this is not safe.

After all, there are too many ways to control people's hearts in the rivers and lakes. 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, I still have to seal the curse." Lin Mo muttered to himself.

Now his holy devil embryo has been perfected to the point that after it is planted, if he wants, he can feel the simple thought of the person who planted the seal, and even at a cost, he can still use the embryo as the base, and the divine will descend.

Basic lie detection is naturally simple.

If he had planted a curse mark on Xiao Yuan's body in advance, things like this could naturally be avoided.

"It's a long memory." He muttered to himself.

Afterwards, he decided to recruit some disciples from the Buddhist Embryo Department of Zongli to take charge of the affairs.

Boom boom boom!
Just as Lin Mo was thinking about this, Wu Ziyang knocked on the door.

Inform people from Wanfo Temple and court officials to come to investigate the evil disaster in the dead grassland.

"Well, I'll be right there."

Lin Mo simply packed up, got up and went out.

Yin Yuanhao is different from a martial arts ranger who has no foundation. No, even if it is an ordinary martial arts ranger, the fall of a great true king will inevitably lead to several procedural inquiries and investigations involving a local disaster.

Not to mention that after he 'pacifies' the Dead Grassland, he will directly arrange for the Death Palace to take over, which will naturally arouse the anxiety of relevant stakeholders.

At this time, it was just dawn, and it was only a day away from the evil disaster in the dead grassland.

In the living room on the first floor, there are already people there, and Wu Ziyang is coming out to entertain them.

Two people, one is a bald monk, wearing a green cassock, the cassock is stitched with black thread, and the knots are inlaid with emeralds, green pearls, and all kinds of precious things.
The facial features are tough, with a pair of sword eyebrows, and there is a tough air, giving people a sense that cannot be ignored.

Even in the face of Wu Ziyang's smiling reception, he just nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.

The other person was much more ordinary, dressed as a scholar, in his forties or fifties, with a haggard face, a pair of very calm eyes, a peaceful expression, and a refined temperament.

Seeing Lin Mo enter the door, the two stood up together and handed each other over.

"I've heard it for a long time, Master Qingliang." The old man laughed first.

The green-robed monk didn't say a word.

"Mr. Hu is the one who has admired his name for a long time." Lin Mo also didn't bother to pay attention, looked at the old man, stretched out his hand slightly, and invited him to sit down.

Martial arts flourished in Yizhou, but the literary world also prevailed.

Of course, in this world, the style of writing includes the accumulation of martial arts in addition to poetry and books of rites.

In other words, any great Confucianist in the literary world has a more or less foundation in martial arts, and the accumulation of martial arts is far superior to ordinary people. He must have participated in the compilation of real martial arts classics and taught martial arts warriors.

In Yizhou, the three top celebrities, except for the great Confucianist Ying Longshi and the current leader of the Daoxing Party, Huang Longshi, a scholar of the cabinet office, who co-authored Huang Ying's theory and are famous in Yu Sheng, the other two are either reclusive. The mountains and forests may have passed away.

And Hu Shixuan is No.1 among the top three celebrities.

Not only is he knowledgeable, he has read countless classics of true kung fu, he has participated in the compilation of two [classic]-level and half [classic]-level true kung fu, he has taught more than a dozen real lord warriors, two great real lord warriors,

His own martial arts strength has rarely reached the level of a true king.

If it hadn't been for failing to create a [Classical] level true skill, the three famous scholars in Yizhou might have become the four famous scholars.

Hu Shixuan sat down, held his head high and held his chest high, with a smile on his face: "I had a drink with that old man with Uncle Zhang before, and I heard a little about Master Qingliang's condition from his mouth. I didn't expect the master to be so young. It really made people feel very emotional. unexpected."

"Senior Zhang Shutong did have a relationship with the junior, but the senior has given him too much credit." Lin Mo said in a friendly way, and the attitude of the other party was good without much malice.

"Okay, the two of you have plenty of time to exchange pleasantries. This poor monk still has important matters to attend to. If Mr. Hu doesn't want to speak, I'll take the lead."

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 Wanfo Temple. Now he walks outside the temple and represents the entire Wanfo Temple to the outside world.

After speaking the truth, he looked directly at Lin Mo.

"You should know why we came here. I have two questions. First of all, why did you, Qingliang, cast your special hand immediately when the evil disaster in the Dead Grassland started?

Secondly, why did Yin Yuanhao, the guardian of the original Dead Grassland, die suddenly, and you were able to appear in such a timely manner, and finally sent someone to take over the entire Dead Grassland after the disaster was over? "

Mantra looked at Tang Shang coldly, and his eyes fell on Lin Mo:

"If you want others not to know, unless you do nothing yourself,

Yin Yuanhao's death is of great importance, we are only the first to encounter people, afterward there will be more people, stronger people will come to ask, 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 hand slightly, his expression was not hurried, but rather surprised, he smiled:
"Mantra, I can understand your question. To be honest, my Lingtai Sect has five supernatural powers, which are divine foot power, other mind power, fate power, celestial ear power, and celestial eye power.
This seat can hear the appearance of evil disasters with the ear of the sky, can see the appearance of the disaster with the eyes of the sky, and can reach the place of the disaster with the feet of the gods, so it is natural to take advantage of the situation.
Taking advantage of the situation to take over the Dead Grassland is even more helpless. Although the giant bamboo monster was repelled by me, there is no guarantee that it will make a comeback. "

As soon as the words came out, the former's complexion changed slightly, 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 Mo would not mention the details of the affairs at all, and the long story had only one meaning, that is, he was very good...

"Could it be that the Buddhism you learned in Lingtai Sect is full of sophistry? The five supernatural powers give him the understanding of mind and fate. They are really full of lies!"

Mantra was angry and asked sharply.

Seeing this, Lin Mo shook his head in his heart.

I thought that the disciples in Wanfo Temple would be different from the general people in the Jianghu, but I didn't expect that there were only a few of them who were like subduing dragons.

It's normal to think so.

Just like the Lingtai Sect, there are also lay Buddhist disciples. Buddhist disciples first recite the Buddha's name, and then learn martial arts, and are often responsible for ideological education.

It is impossible to want everyone to be a noble person.

"If you really want to question my Lingtai Sect's Buddhism, you can do it. Of course, you are not qualified enough. When you are the Purdue of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, or the first seat of the rest, the presiding officer will talk about it." Lin Mo said directly without talking nonsense.

After finishing speaking, he picked up the teacup and glanced at the people beside him.

Wu Ziyang knew Lin Mo's temperament during this period, his complexion changed slightly, and then he stepped forward, showing apologetic expression towards Zhenyan.

"Lin Junmo!"

Seeing this, Mantra finally couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up all of a sudden:
"The Dead Grassland is exclusively owned by the Yin family and has been in business for hundreds of years. You are just passing by. Do you really want to take it away and keep it?

What's more, you really think that this is Qihai, you are in Huaizhou, you can run amok?Unscrupulous?Do you really think that those big men ignore you because they are afraid of you? "

Shouting loudly, many guards from the original Fenqiu Palace outside the door hurried over in panic, and were finally dispersed by Lin Mo with a wave of his hand.

"Exclusive? Big man? Whether it's from the Yin family or the rest of the people, if you have any opinions, let them come."

He looked indifferent.

"If you say one more word, you probably don't have to leave. It's just for Lin to see how superb the Buddhism of Wanfo Temple is."

With the continuous creation and improvement of his own classics, and the deepening of the true monarch path, he himself does not know his current strength.

The big man in the eyes of the world, the so-called Great True Monarch, is nothing more than his one-shot.

He is not stupid, he naturally knows his own strength, and he has already surpassed the level of a true king.

As for the great sage, whether he can fight or not, he needs to really fight. How can he be afraid?

Mantra was taken aback when he heard the words, he didn't expect Lin Mo to answer like this at all, he looked at him in disbelief, his voice was a little shivering:
"you you……"

"Okay, Master Qingliang, this time I'm only here to ask about the situation, and to express my condolences and thanks to Master, it's really annoying,

I won't bother you for now, goodbye. "

At this time, Hu Shixuan stood up and clasped his fists.

"Farewell." Lin Mo also cupped his fists.

The former smiled, and then pulled the mantra aside.

The latter was still in disbelief, with glaring eyes and a straight back, as if unwilling to leave.

But it was only a symbolic resistance, and was dragged away by Hu Shixuan.

After walking out of the room, his pace slightly quickened a little.

Lin Mo watched the two of them leave the yard until their figures disappeared before returning to the main hall to sit down.

"Buddha's head, on the side of the dead grassland..." Wu Ziyang asked from the side.

"You will be in charge first over there. First check the relevant manpower and resource status, and I will send someone to take over afterward." Lin Mo replied.

"This... yes." Wu Ziyang felt a little bad, but still nodded, and left with a full heart.

The sky is falling anyway, there is a tall man holding it up, so he can take it easy.

Lin Tuan picked up the teacup on the side, but he didn't drink it, he just breathed on it.

Before he did anything, he naturally had a plan.

However, I thought it was only for the people of the Yin family, but I didn't expect Wanfo Temple to be related to the latter.

It seems that several major forces in Yizhou have transferred interests and combined forces over the years.

Like that mantra, it is obvious that he should give up the dead grassland.

But Lin Mo planned so much, how could he let go so easily.

He has already made up his mind that no matter who the follow-up person is, he will forcefully control him.

At least the whole No.15 heavy hell, he needs only one voice.

"I just don't know where the entire Yizhou can be ranked with my current strength."

Lin Mo reckoned in his heart that if he were to fight with all his strength against Xiong Yuanhai, the purple-faced heavenly king of Dongzhenmen, who would win and who would lose?

(End of this chapter)