Mirroring the changes

Mu Hongye was very satisfied with the reaction of the followers now.

Their hearts can be used!

In his opinion, the Ghost Cult still has its foundation and can still fight with the Killing Temple.

However, the Ghost Left Envoy behind him lowered his head with a dead look on his face.

He had suffered a lot and never wanted to face the evil monks of the Killing Temple again~

Under the high platform, the Copper Bell Envoy wore a tall paper hat and a yellow talisman on his face. His facial features were black and no expression could be seen.

The Red Snake Envoy opposite him was at the other extreme. He flirted and was intimate with the red snake in his hand, which made the disciples feel hot.

He Cangwu subconsciously raised his head and happened to meet Jing Congling's eyes opposite him. The two had their own thoughts in their hearts.

They were people who had actually dealt with the Killing Temple.

Let alone others, the Killing Buddha alone made people feel that his strength was unfathomable.

Jing Congling felt even more about this.

Previously, at the competition, she secretly reached a cooperation with the Killing Temple under the instruction of her master.

The result was really unexpected.

Especially her master, the Red Lotus Venerable, seemed to have an unclear relationship with the Killing Temple.

In contrast, the reason why He Cangwu on the other side was so afraid of the Killing Temple and the Killing Buddha was because of the South Country.

Mr. Hongdou had warned him more than once that the Killing Buddha was a man of destiny.

Unless he was tired of living, he would want to go against the other party~

Thinking of this, He Cangwu inadvertently glanced at the face of the leader. Why did he look a little black in his forehead~

No matter what others do, He Cangwu has made up his mind.

One word: "Hide"!

Must survive.

Not only must he survive, but he must also tell Mr. Hongdou to let him point out the way and provide an extra layer of protection.

Mu Hongye was full of joy.

At this moment, he seemed to have seen the scene of himself turning the tide and making a strong appearance with the Ghost Cult.

However, even if the Ghost Cult found the big tree of the Yellow Spring Cult, he also understood his situation.

Leading the Yellow Spring Cult into Southern Xinjiang could be like driving a tiger to swallow a wolf or letting a wolf into the house.

But in any case, the status of the Ghost Cult was not comparable to what it is now.

Thinking of this, he had an idea.

…

Southern Xinjiang, Lihuo Town.

This place got its name because it is located at the southernmost end of the Eight Wastelands.

The real reason for its world-famous reputation is that one of the three hidden temples, the "Killing Temple", is hidden in the mountains not far from the town.

A long time ago, the Killing Temple had not yet closed the temple and the mountain was sealed, and the monks in the temple often came to the foot of the mountain to beg for alms.

But since the temple was closed and the mountain was sealed two hundred years ago, the group of Buddhas were rarely seen in the town.

Until a few years ago, the blood and energy in Southern Xinjiang was soaring.

The Killing Temple reappeared, and the town began to become lively.

Especially the newly established Five-Law Zen Temple in the Killing Temple, where all the disciples were lay disciples.

Compared with the other five Zen temples, Wulu Zen Temple is relatively freer, and lay disciples often go down the mountain to buy supplies.

So after a long time, this town that had been cold for two hundred years became lively again.

Early in the morning, Chen Dong took several junior brothers down the mountain to buy supplies.

Wulu Zen Temple was established based on mechanical techniques, and mechanical techniques consume the most materials.

So they would go down the mountain to buy supplies every once in a while.

"Brother~ The grocery store is in front, don't forget the sealing wax that Uncle Master asked us to buy."

Since Chen Dong went up the mountain, he began to show his talent for cultivation.

In just a few years, he has become the eldest brother of Wulu Zen Temple.

"Well, don't worry."

"Let's split into two groups. Junior Brother Hu, you take Lao San and Junior Brother Zhang to buy sealing wax, wooden barrels, ropes and the like."

"Junior Brother Li, follow me, let's go to the timber market to see if there is any good wood."

After that, Chen Dong divided the material list in his hand into two, keeping half for himself and giving half to Junior Brother Hu.

"We'll meet at the mutton restaurant in front in two hours."

When they heard that there was something delicious, the disciples' eyes lit up and they said in unison: "Okay!"

So the group split into two groups, and the disciple named Hu led the two to continue forward.

And Chen Dong took the remaining disciple and changed direction.

Wuli Temple is famous for its mechanical skills, and the demand for wood, metal and the like is extremely high.

Especially the best wood, which can directly affect the quality of the mechanical devices.

So every time they go down the mountain, the disciples of Wuli Temple will come to the timber market to take a look.

If they see good wood, they will definitely not let it go.

"Hey! Mr. Chen is going down the mountain!"

As the eldest brother of Wuli Temple, Chen Dong often leads the team down the mountain.

So most of the merchants at the foot of the mountain know this young man with a scar on his face.

They know that although he looks fierce, he is a reasonable and good person.

Generally, if there is any good wood, it will be kept for him.

"Everyone, I haven't seen you for a few days. How is your business?"

After Chen Dong exchanged a few words with everyone, his eyes suddenly lit up.

But he found a good piece of wood in the corner.

The inheritance of Wulu Zen Temple is mechanical engineering. Before learning mechanical engineering, one must first learn various materials.

Especially some of the precious materials, they must be firmly remembered in mind.

And the wood that Chen Dong liked at this moment was about to come out of his mind.

‘Yuntong wood is rare, the whole body is deep green, and there is a faint fragrance. It is said that the wood where the blue bird lives is moistened by the fairy spirit and naturally secretes tung oil. It is used to make mechanisms, and it is not easy to wear and tear. At the same time, the wood itself is not afraid of flames. ’

Good wood, good wood.

This wood looks only half a foot thick, not as thick as an adult's thigh, but even so it is already a very rare material.

It is most suitable for movable parts, because it can secrete tung oil, so it can minimize wear and tear.

Chen Dong walked forward and smelled a fragrance. He reached out and touched the green wood body. He could feel the smooth touch, which was undoubtedly the secreted tung oil.

This was the first time he saw such a rare wood.

After confirming that the wood in front of him was Yuntong wood, Chen Dong couldn't help but look at the owner of the wood.

It was a middle-aged man with a sad face, holding a pitch-black dry pipe in his hand, smoking vigorously.

Chen Dong couldn't help but feel happy when he saw this.

He often came to this timber market, but this was the first time he saw a timber worker smoking dry tobacco.

Generally speaking, lumberjacks often walk in the forest, and the most taboo thing is sparks. Even when they eat, they eat raw food.

Not to mention smoking dry tobacco.

This fully proves that the middle-aged man in front of him is not a woodcutter.

Judging from his attire, he looks like a hunter.

"Shopkeeper, this wood is rare."

Chen Dong deliberately talked to him, but he didn't expect that the man was just smoking and didn't hear him at all.

He had no choice but to get close to the man's ear and coughed twice.

Who knew that the man was also a strange man. He raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Dong, then lowered his head to smoke again: "I don't sell wood."

"I don't sell wood?"

Chen Dong was dumbfounded.

If you don't sell wood, why come to the timber market?

"I don't sell wood, I only give it away."