Farming, learning Wu, and peace in the world

Chapter 372

Wushang City, Changshan County.

County Governor Wang Yongshang was awakened from his sleep.

The adjutant came to report: "Master, Mayor Du of Yeji Town has something important to report."

Wang Yongshang pushed the little concubine away, got up and dressed, walked into the living room, and said cursingly: "What the hell are you coming to report at night? Is it the Hong Clan calling, or the Pu Clan turning his face!"

Mayor Du replied cautiously: "My lord, it's the Xuankong Temple."

"Xuankong Temple?" Wang Yongshang frowned, "What the hell are those bald donkeys doing? They were only reported by the Hong Clan for colluding with evil spirits last year. Don't you know how to be honest?"

Speaking of Xuankong Temple, Wang Yongshang was furious.

He had dealt with the abbot Shi Yuyi before, and knew that the old monk had been promoted to a master mage, so he intended to win him over, but the Xuankong Temple was full of abnormal people who self-mutilated, so they failed.

And he also knew that Xuankong Temple definitely had unclean hands and feet, but Xuankong Temple didn't make trouble, so he didn't bother to take care of it.

"Tell me, what happened to Xuankong Temple?" Wang Yongshang asked casually while drinking tea and rinsing his mouth after rubbing Sun Xuan.

Mayor Du immediately replied: "In the evening, the pilgrims and a group of monks went down the mountain, saying that the Xuankong Temple was silenced and burned down with a torch."

puff!

Wang Yongshang spouted tea on the spot: "What, say it again!"

Mayor Du repeated it again, and said, "Governor, I dare not report rashly. I went up the mountain to investigate and found that the Xuankong Temple has indeed been burned to the ground."

"Burn? The Xuankong Temple was burned to ashes by a fire?" Fang Jinzhi dared to doubt.

"According to the monks, it is a mage who has been around for many years. He first slaughtered all the warriors in the Xuankong Temple, and then poured gasoline and burned the Xuankong Temple." Ikehashi Song said truthfully.

When I got the news, I was also shocked.

Although the Xuankong Temple is very high-profile in the local area, no one dares to ignore that temple. The monks who come out are all terrible when they get ruthless.

The government's eight petitions and seven decrees allow self-mutilation practice, but Xuankong Temple has ignored it.

After so many years, no one can do anything about it.

Unexpectedly, it was wiped out in a short day, and almost one warrior escaped, only two or eight warriors survived because they had nothing to do inside.

Fang Jinzhi caught the point: "Mage for many years?"

"Yes, according to the description of the monks, it is a man who looks like he is 70 years old for many years. He can walk in emptiness. He always uses the seventh move to kill people."

"Is no one taking pictures of me?"

"That's true. The Hanging Temple allows pilgrims to take pictures, and there are cameras in the temple."

Fang Jinzhi sat still, and ordered the adjutant to immediately call the Oujiang District Administrative Office to inform the young commander Chen Zhibin, while getting dressed and preparing to go to the Xuankong Temple to investigate in person.

Slowing down, he finally arrived at the cliff where the Xuankong Temple was located in the middle of the night.

At this time, the flames on the cliff had been extinguished, and there were no pilgrims and monks who were blocking the entrance of the cave with torches.The entrance of the cave has been blocked by falling rocks, and the pilgrims and monks are moving the stones one by one.

"Little man, the cave was collapsed artificially, it should be the work of this old mage." The adjutant reported before the investigation.

Mayor Du delayed even more, and leaped directly into the air, bypassing the cave, flying over from the cliff, and quickly rushed to the cliff where the Xuankong Temple is located.

When it got close, it was completely white.

The small halls and plank roads originally built along the cliff were all burned to ashes, and only a few burnt bricks remained, telling the grandeur of the Xuankong Temple at that time.

"It was actually burned down by a fire!" Mayor Du said in shock.

The Xuankong Temple is far from being regarded as a sacred place of martial arts internal skills, but it can stand or fall, and the background is naturally very special, especially the abbot Shi Quanyi is a giant mage.

In Xiaoxia, as long as one of the giants is willing to protect themselves, even the cabinet giants will find it difficult to kill them easily.

Mayor Du recalled what Fang Jinzhi said, that it was a mage with many years who destroyed the Hanging Temple.

I suspect that it was really done by the mage for many years.

after all.

Xiaoxia is an unrecorded mage giant, and the oldest one is nearly 80 years old-it takes the most time to raise a mouthful of qi.

Falling into the hole under the cliff, there was originally a porch of the small hall outside, but now it has all collapsed-the flame has scorched the rock, and when the flame is extinguished and the temperature drops, the rock will suddenly shatter.

Go around and get something.

There is no trace left by the giant master.

Fang Jinzhi muttered again: "It's a mage, so there's no way it's a celestial master, it can always be a little celestial master... Forget it, what are you bothering with that god? You destroyed the Xuankong Temple, so give it to Xiaoshuai." Go get a headache."

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Will anyone associate the collapse of the Hanging Temple with Wang Yongshang?

The reasons are very different. According to the current official records, I am only a genius warrior, and I am still a hundred and four thousand away from the realm of junior master and mage.

It's over.

Wang Yongshang also intends to show off his merits.

Before I destroyed the Xuankong Temple and set fire to the Xuankong Temple, I set up the golden light and retreated into the depths of the Jade Dou Mountain Range, flying towards Daoist Wu's cave.

According to the results of Tu Shanzi's interrogation, the location of Huanghua Cave was obtained.

In the past, Wang Yongshang was not in a hurry to find Huanghua Cave, but now it is night, so it is not tiring to find it.I also fought all day and needed to relax.

Beneath the fertile fields.

I finish counting today's harvest.

There are not many evil spirits in the Xuankong Temple, except for the eleven post house monsters that have been fertilized since then, they are the Bodhisattvas who were carried by the deacons.Only by gathering the financial and material resources of the whole temple, the four Bodhisattvas laying down the corpses were trained, and a small mandala formation of the four Bodhisattvas was formed.

Before they were captured by me, they were fertile fields one by one.

It was found that those corpse Bodhisattvas were very uniform, and each of them was exchanged for [-] bags of fertilizer.

Before replenishing the 170 bags of fertilizer, the Liangtian fertilizer bank had accumulated 810 seven bags of fertilizer, which was a new low figure.

"Boss, the sign is ready." Ren Qiongdan brought a wooden sign.

Wang Yongshang pointed like a sword, carved the seven characters "Bitter Bamboo" under the wooden sign, and then inserted it behind No. 17 mu of fertile land, becoming the name of that mu of fertile land.

In the fertile field, a cluster of eight bamboos swayed in the wind.

That was the spiritual root that was transplanted from the Hanging Temple during the day—a cluster of bitter bamboo.

The origin of the clusters of bitter bamboo is clear at a glance: "The root of the ancient bitter bamboo leaves a false whip, and it is revived with a trace of Zen in the treasure temple, which can breed bitter bamboo shoots, which is a rare and exotic fruit."

Immediately, Wang Yongshang's eyes moved up to the roots of the eight bamboos, and there were no big bamboo shoots with eight fingers.

"The first root conceives 19%, the seventh root conceives 12%, and the eighth root conceives 6%."

Regarding the bunch of bitter bamboos, I was not a bit surprised: "I thought that there would be no spiritual roots growing in a decent martial arts holy place like Sihan Tianshi Mansion, and that no spiritual roots would emerge in a magic cave like Xuankong Temple.

Moreover, they were revived and broke through the ground only after obtaining a trace of Zen from the treasure temple... There is no such thing as Zen in the Xuankong Temple! "

Although nothing is angry.

But that's what it is.

The spiritual root of the bitter bamboo has been interrogated from the mouth of Liaoyuan Shi Kuang'e. It was not long after the Xuankong Temple was built, and it suddenly grew out of the cliff.

It is also because of that cluster of bitter bamboo that the Xuankong Temple built a medicine garden.

"The abbot loves it as much as his life, and he said that if he comprehends Buddhism on the bamboo, he can realize the true meaning of the eight pure roots..." That was what Shi Kuo E said during his interrogation.

At this time, Shi Yan'e and Daoist Wu had already been interrogated by Tu Shanzi.

Before the next search of Huanghua Cave is finished, Daoist Wu will be taken to fertilize the field; as for Shi Giao'e and another man of the mantle, Shi Gonshan, they will be imprisoned for a period of time.

After draining the martial arts we have learned, we will find a place to throw the corpse.

As for the abbot, Shi Quanyi, Tu Shanzi was still working overtime for interrogation—the mage's own resistance was weak, and the old monk was determined and hesitant, so it was very difficult to interrogate.

Of course, Wang Yongshang doubted Tu Shanzi's methods.

I left the farmland and returned to the villa, and saw Zhou Jinyao and Ren Qiongdan lying under the table, staring at a gold-bronze jade glazed lamp placed under the table.

"Songsong."

"boss."

"Have they made a name for themselves?" Wang Yongshang sat up.

"Yes, it's hard to imagine that there is actually a lamp spirit living outside that glazed lamp." Zhou Jinyao said in amazement, "Songsong, what if the lamp spirit comes out?"

"Yes."

Fang Jinzhi's tone was wonderful, but his words were stern: "Deng Ling, count to eight, if he still comes out, you just smash that glazed lamp."

As he spoke, he grabbed the glazed lamp, as if about to drop it: "One...seven..."

It is to count to eight.

In the lotus lamp of the glazed lamp, the flame of the wick suddenly became smaller.

Immediately, a spirit outlined by flames appeared, its outline was similar to that of a human, but its upper body had no legs, but was entangled with the flame of the wick.

There are no dim light spots under the head, representing the eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Opening his mouth, he made a special sound of burning fire: "Don't fall, you are out!"

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(End of this chapter)