Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

What rescued Mo Motang was the communication talisman from the disease.

Before the topic or even the scene can't go on.

Mo Motang's hand that unfolded the communication talisman almost trembled, how excited he wanted to be.

A savior, a savior.

However, when the messenger talisman was fully opened and the contents were seen, all emotions disappeared.

He seems to have overlooked a very important thing.

If you keep taboo against him, you will never take the initiative to send a letter to him.

Shen Motang's expression was unusually solemn, Zhao Wan also realized that something was wrong, and asked aloud, "But what happened?"

Shen Motang raised the corners of his mouth silently, and the bitterness in his heart surged up, "A little ghost sneaked in."

Just now, just behind the mountain.

Unless his cultivation level was similar to Zhao Wan's, he would never fail to hear his warning.

These people do it on purpose.

Zhao Wan also understood this, and asked again: "Can you confirm your identity?"

Mo Motang just looked up at Zhao Wan, folded up the messenger amulets and burned them little by little, and sighed.

Zhao Wan instantly understood what he meant, and immediately took out the summoning talisman to ask Chang Tianzong, but Mo Motang reached out and pressed his wrist.

"Don't worry, let's go and have a look."

Let's see what troubles Chang Tianzong's little ghosts came to Shuangyuezong at noon, and they were caught by the disease.

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Mo Mo Tang looked at the little monks who were tied together and could not move or make a sound, then followed their suddenly bright eyes to look at Zhao Wan who was beside him, and was interrupted by a sick and hoarse voice.

"He's doing things well."

Hearing this, Mo Motang looked at Yu Bing, who was leaning against the rock wall, behind the rock wall, should have been his perfectly disguised cave.

But at this time, the entrance of Mustard Seed was completely shattered. Looking inside, the house seemed to have been burglarized, the furniture was smashed into a mess, and red maples were scattered all over the place.

Ok?

maple leaf?

this winter...

Mo Motang stopped thinking, just because he saw a garland.

Wreaths of maple leaves that were crushed under the broken table, with loose shapes and leaves.

One day before the end of autumn, he had participated in the selection of leaves and branches of these wreaths.

Taboo glanced inward along his line of sight, a trace of heartache was fleeting, and his gaze became sharp again when he looked at Shen Motang.

His voice was hoarse and low, like a blunt knife sawing through Shen Tang's ears.

"I just want to recover, but they say they can't do it," he said.

Yin Bing turned his eyes slightly, and looked at Zhao Wan with Mu Mo Tang's eyes, "If Sword Master can't do anything about it, I don't mind training disciples for Chang Tian Sect."

Before Zhao Wan could say anything, Mo Motang quickly raised his hand, interrupting Yi Bing and said, "Wait a minute, is there any evidence to prove that they did it?"

Taboo frowned.

Mo Motang hurriedly said: "Don't misunderstand, just to prevent them from biting back."

Taboo casually pointed to the back, "It's full of their breath."

Mo Mo Tang was ok, and immediately dropped the silver bracelet on his wrist, and it floated into the inside of the mustard seed. Whether it was the breath or the image, he would record it.

Then there are these five little monks.

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan, and pointed to them: "Please, Master Jian, come over a little bit, and untie them after I finish asking."

Zhao Wan nodded slightly, and took a few steps towards them, so that everyone who was tied up could see him.

The silver bracelet that collected the situation in Mustard Seed floated out again, hanging around him, dutifully recording the nearby images and changes in breath.

Mo Motang cleared his throat and said, "I want to ask you some things, I hope you can answer them truthfully."

Raising his hand to wipe away the shackles on the little monk's mouth, Mo Motang kindly reminded: "Your sword master is here, you know better than me whether you should lie or not."

After seeing Zhao Wan, the little monks who had settled down a lot became more or less agitated.

Zhao Wan said at the right time: "You just need to answer truthfully, everything is up to me."

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan and blinked.

Zhao Wan nodded slightly and did not speak again.

The monks fell silent again, and one of the older ones said, "Ask."

Shen Motang was not polite, the corners of his lips were raised immediately, but his eyes were extremely sharp, "Did you destroy the sick cave?"

The five people had different expressions, some were guilty, some were calm, and some were disheartened. The one who spoke just now blushed. After a while, he still replied, "Yes."

No one refuted.

They are complicit.

"Why do you want to destroy this place?"

"Because we can't get out." The answer was replaced by another person, "We seem to have touched some mechanism and were locked inside."

He spat angrily.

Mo Motang ignored it, raised his eyebrows unconsciously and said, "Is this the only place? Is there any other place?"

At this time, Tan Biao received the news from his subordinates, interrupted him immediately, and pointed him in a direction, "My lord, they are all on this line.

No. [-] wheat field suffered the most, the guard was injured and unconscious, half of the wheat was destroyed, and the body of an antelope bear was found in the field, and the antelope horns had been removed. "

Shen Motang frowned tightly, looking at the sickness, he was about to speak.

The sickness still interrupted him, "It's being treated, I'm already awake."

Mo Motang breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly became angry, glaring at the few people and said: "What did you do?"

Several people shook their heads in unison, and were frightened by his gloomy expression again, the one closest to Zhao Wan couldn't help but confessed: "It should be the antelope horn bear that hurt it, I, we just picked the antelope horns, I didn't expect it to go crazy..."

The voice is getting lower and lower, and the tail sound is almost inaudible.

These are all excuses.

The antelope bear has a violent temper, so how could the monks who studied in the system not know about it?How could there be an unexpected statement?

They should be thankful they didn't provoke more gazelle bears.

Mo Motang narrowed his eyes, "What are you doing here?"

Several people looked at each other and remained silent for a longer time.

It is necessary to dig deeper into this issue.

Mo Motang suppressed his unhappiness, and continued in another direction: "Do you know that this is the territory of the Shuangyue Sect?"

Very untidy, several people nodded one after another.

"Then why do you ignore the enchantment and break in? Are you still wantonly destroying my land?"

Silence again.

Even though Zhao Wan has been standing by their side, it is their greatest reliance.

Should be enough to resist the pressure he brings.

So what are they afraid of?

Zhao Wan seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly said: "Is it a mission?"

All five of them froze, and then they had different reactions. The most serious one was already shaking his body and bursting into tears.

The answer is already clear.

But this development is really unexpected.

What kind of mission is it that requires such a few monks with modest cultivation levels to break into the Shuangyue Sect's big devil's lair without authorization?

Zhao Wan cast her eyes on him.

Mo Motang agreed to step forward, and asked via voice transmission, "What's the matter, Ah Wan?"

Zhaowan replied via voice transmission: "I'm afraid I won't be able to ask any more questions if we continue. Do you want me to ask questions alone?"

Mo Motang rejected this proposal, no matter what the specific task is, the general direction will always remain the same.

This is Chang Tianzong's temptation, and it is also the prelude to wanting to take Shuangyuezong into action.

What he was testing was the bottom line of the Shuangyuezong, and what he wanted to get was a reasonable bargaining chip to start the war.

Chang Tianzong wanted Shuangyuezong to kill these people.

I don't know if these few know.

The other silver bracelet came out of his hand and flew in front of them, and unceremoniously searched them all over.

Seven or eight mustard seeds and three money bags were found, and nothing else.

Mo Motang looked at Zhao Wan and said bluntly, "I need to find evidence, can I open it?"

Zhao Wan glanced at the few people, seeing that they had no intention of rebutting, so she agreed.

These mustard seeds were no trouble to Mo Motang, he opened them one by one to check the contents.

Except for a few pieces of clothing, they don't have any personal belongings. No wonder a few people have this attitude.

Mo Motang used spells to sweep over, but didn't find anything hidden in the clothes, so he didn't move at all, and then looked to the other side.

A little bit of gold, silver and spirit stones, and then, they are all belonging to Shuangyue Sect.

Herbs, spirit cores, fur, and even the antelope horns of the gazelle bear are just one of them. Many of them are things that he forbids the little devil to collect and hunt, and things that will hurt the lives of monsters.

And all of this happened in just a few hours.

is it possible?

impossible.

The more precious the material, the more difficult it is to obtain, or the quantity is limited, or the difficulty is limited.

They may be able to hunt a gazelle bear in a few hours, but they will never be able to hunt more things.

Shen Motang's face became more and more gloomy, and he took out these without saying a word, and placed them in front of several people.

Then, ignoring Zhao Wan's and Yin Bing's doubts, in the last mustard, he took out a magic weapon.

It is used to hide the breath, and its grade is extremely high, enough to fool most of the devils in the back mountain, even if they use their spiritual power cautiously, they will not be noticed.

But as a price, there will be a certain period of use, and the period will not be too long.

The deadline was almost up, and before the expiration, the magic weapon was damaged and the scars were very new.

Looking at the traces of damage, it is very likely that the antelope horns of the gazelle bear damaged it.

Sure enough, these people did not enter the Shuangyue Sect recently.

However, in this way, the task content of these people needs to be reconsidered.

For example, what about adding the option of poaching?

If the timing is just right, if they are not discovered, they will leave with priceless goods. If they are discovered, they will anger the Shuangyuezong and cause trouble.

Mo Motang blurted out: "When did you guys join the Shuangyue Sect?"

No one said a word.

Shen Motang was not annoyed, his gaze was slightly lowered, he slowly turned the magic weapon over, rubbed it and continued: "Then do you know that I am a weapon repairer?"

The meaning of magic weapon to instrument repair is never just a single tool.

If these few people refuse to tell, then he will use this magic weapon to check, and it won't take long.

But correspondingly, he will not let them go easily.

The five people couldn't understand what he meant at once, but there was always someone who responded the fastest, hesitated for a moment, and blurted out: "The second year of junior high school, we are from the second year of junior high school."

The invisible coercion was suddenly released, and Shen Motang clenched his teeth.

The second day of the junior high school is the day when bimonthly shops open.

During that day, Chang Tianzong took many actions at the same time, even including such a dirty plan.

It's been seven days, it's been seven days.

Not only did Chang Tianzong not take Shuangyuezong seriously, but he also didn't take the lives of his own monks seriously.

The change in his breath was too obvious and too fierce.

The little monks who witnessed everything trembled, even Zhao Wan and Yin Bing were secretly surprised.

Zhao Wan took a step forward, "Brother Shen..."

The next moment, the coercion around Shen Mo Tang's body suddenly dissipated and he returned to calm, with a pure smile on his face, he looked at Zhao Wan.

His voice was clear as if coaxing|seductive, but it was clearly filled with anger frozen into ice, he said, "Ah Wan, do you want to be a suzerain for fun?"

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