Monk Wangyou did not answer immediately, but pondered and weighed the pros and cons.

Creating a power is not a small matter.

Zhang Jing and Feng Wanli did not move, just waiting for Monk Wangyou's answer.

Even if they refuse, they can understand.

After all, it is not something that can be decided by just being hasty.

Moreover, it will not affect their relationship.

Zhang Jing has never been the kind of person who gave birth to Mien and fought against Mien.

After a moment, Monk Wangyou raised his head, looked at Zhang Jing and Feng Wanli, and said softly:

"What are you going to call this force?"

After weighing the trade-offs, Monk Wangyou finally felt that it could be created.

This did not bring any loss to him, and it might help him a lot in the future.

Zhang Jing and Feng Wanli looked at each other, and this sentence basically means that Monk Wangyou agreed.

"Brother Zhang gave a name called Masonic. If the master has any opinions, he can discuss it again," Feng Wanli said softly.

The name of a force is no big deal. As long as you are strong, even if you call a very ordinary name, no one will underestimate them.

"Masonic, work together," murmured Monk Wangyou.

I kept chanting several times before I stopped.

"This name is good," Monk Wangyou chuckled.

He had no requirements for this, since the two of them had made a preliminary decision before.

That's not bad.

"If the master has no objection, our power will be established," Zhang Jing glanced at the two of them.

With the joining of Monk Wangyou, the "Masonic Church" was established in advance.

"But," Monk Wangyou nodded.

Joining this force is more beneficial than disadvantages, especially Zhang Jing's talent shocked him.

At this current speed, even if Zhang Jing breaks through the Golden Pill, it will not take much time.

There is also Feng Wanli, who also has the potential to break through the Golden Pill.

Plus him.

Although the "Masonic" is still very weak at present.

It is not as good as the great power of the Grand Master of Jindan, but it won't take long until they all become Jindan.

Only then will the fangs of this "Masonic" truly be displayed.

Moreover, he has been traveling around the world for so many years, and if he gathers his friends together, this power will be even more terrifying.

Of course, this is just an idea and it is impossible for them to join in.

However, even if only a part of them joins, it is very terrible.

Almost all of them can surpass ordinary major forces.

"Two, do it," Monk Wangyou picked up the wine bowl and signaled to the two of them.

"Dry."

"Dry."

Zhang Jing showed a smile and drank the wine in the bowl in one go.

Then, Zhang Jing and the other two began to chat.

"What did Master Wangyou work for before? Brother Zhang and the other two have been waiting for more than half a month," Feng Wanli picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth to chew it.

If they hadn't been waiting for Monk Wangyou, they would have left this place long ago.

Zhang Jing said before that there are still some things.

Monk Wangyou smiled and said:

"I am happy with some strange things. A few days ago, I accidentally got a broken picture and kept looking for someone to repair it. Unfortunately, it was too broken and wasted several months of the monk.

It was because of this that it took some time to delay."

"Oh, what kind of broken picture? Could it be the remains of some senior?"

Zhang Jing became interested.

He has never explored any remains until now when he came to this world.

Zhang Jing was also a little jealous of the predecessors I knew in my previous life, and they obtained magical weapons and other things as soon as they entered the ruins.

Of course, he also knew that finding the vague ruins is a waste of time and energy.

So, I have never had any idea about this.

"Take it out and take a look," Feng Wanli smiled.

Anyway, I am idle, so it’s better to take it out for them to observe.

"Okay," Monk Wangyou nodded and took out something from his arms.

This residual picture is not made of leather or paper, but a bronze iron piece with some rust.

Monk Wangyou put the iron piece on the table, "You two, come to see what clues may you see?"

After Monk Wangyou took out the iron piece, Zhang Jing was shocked.

He has seen this thing, no, to be precise, he has it too.

It was found on Nian Ci from the White Lotus Sect.

"Why are you not talking?" Monk Wangyou was a little surprised.

Could it be that they really recognize this thing?

"Brother Zhang, this iron piece seems to be similar to the one you got from Shuiyue Temple," Feng Wanli hesitated.

In his eyes, the two are indeed somewhat similar.

"It's indeed a bit similar," Zhang Jing nodded.

"Oh? You two have also got this iron piece?" Monk Wangyou became interested.

This fragment is because there are so few missing places that it is impossible to distinguish.

If Zhang Jing got half of the remaining one, they might have known what was recorded on the bronze sheet.

"When Brother Feng and I took action against a branch of the White Lotus Sect, we got this thing from a nun," Zhang Jing said softly.

"Brother Zhang, take it out and see it," Feng Wanli urged.

"I put this thing in the inn. Why not, how about we go back now?"

After returning from Shuiyue Temple, Zhang Jing and Feng Wanli studied this thing.

However, nothing was studied in the end.

Zhang Jing didn't care about it because no matter how you look at it, it felt like an ordinary bronze piece.

Except for some incomprehensible patterns on it.

"Okay," Feng Wanli nodded.

Anyway, you can drink alcohol or something.

......

"Master, please see," Zhang Jing took out the broken bronze piece and put it in the hands of Monk Wangyou.

Looking at the two very similar bronze pieces in his hand, Monk Wangyou smiled.

Then, according to the broken traces on it, we connected together.

There is no ray of light flowing, no golden light shining.

There are no fairy sounds.

The two iron pieces fit together so harmoniously.

"Sure enough," Feng Wanli smiled.

These two things are indeed one.

There is almost no gap between the two.

Monk Wangyou looked at the lines above and thoughtfully, then poured a trace of true energy into the bronze sheet.

"Click, click."

Dark golden light flowed over the bronze sheet.
To be continued...