"Jing Shuhu!"

In the tunnels extending in all directions, Su Wanxiong coughed several mouthfuls of blood, and his injuries worsened just after he recovered.

He pulled open his clothes, and the shallow fingerprints turned purple and continued to expand.

"Failed!"

Su Wanxiong's face twitched, and his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.

The injury that he had worked hard to suppress for half a year broke out again. The fingerprint touched all the muscles, bones and organs of his body, and every movement caused a stinging pain that penetrated into the bone marrow.

He took a variety of elixirs one after another, and finally managed to suppress the injury, and his face was as pale as paper.

"How did that old guy come to your door?"

Su Wanxiong struggled to sit cross-legged and channel his inner energy. After a long time, he vomited out a mouthful of black blood, but his face was still extremely ugly.

In the past six months, he had not left home. His only contact with the outside world was the one-eyed Miao Zhu who had been dormant in Fucheng for more than 40 years. How could he be suddenly found?

Phew~

Suddenly, he shrank and hid in the shadows. After a moment, the sound of footsteps came closer and closer.

"Yuan Qiao?"

Su Wanxiong squinted his eyes slightly and recognized that the person who was walking quickly was his capable subordinate, but he still held his breath to hide it and adjusted his breathing to suppress the injury.

After a long time, he finally took a deep breath, caught up with him, and took the initiative to show up.

"Helmsman!"

The gray-clothed swordsman bowed and handed over a letter: "Elder Xiao Zongyuan of Sanyuanwu sent someone to deliver a letter. He wants to see the helmsman."

"Xiao Zongyuan?"

Su Wanxiong opened the letter and couldn't help but sneer: "You want me to take the opportunity to cause turmoil and cooperate with them?"

"Master, I think this is a good opportunity!"

The gray-clothed swordsman said bitterly: "The Shenbing Valley killed so many of our brothers, so it's time to take this opportunity to avenge us!"

"Revenge must be avenged, but..."

Su Wanxiong pressed his chest and calmed his breathing, not daring to get angry easily: "We don't have many manpower anymore..."

More than just not much?

Just thinking about it made Su Wanxiong feel like a knife. Several times before and after, all his elite men were killed or injured, and only three or two big cats and kittens were available.

If another batch is hanged, there won't even be enough manpower to hold the Thousand Spirits Festival.

"You just have to deal with it."

Su Wanxiong ordered in a deep voice. After seeing him go away, he turned around and headed towards the outside of the city where the tunnel was connected.

He was unable to take action, but Meng Zhan had been waiting for a long time.

…

…

Buzz!

The incense burner landed on the gray stone platform and made a loud buzzing sound.

After taking out the two small incense burners and throwing them outside, the two incense burners, which were almost the same size, occupied one side of the gray stone platform.

On the other side is the sacred fire furnace.

"The place is still too small, and the promotion of the commander should be accelerated..."

Li Yuan classified various weapons and items into categories and put them away one by one.

Weapon jars can only hold weapons, and other miscellaneous items such as gold and silver require a medium to hold them.

Throwing the small incense burner out and pouring the items back, the gray stone platform became a little crowded.

Although the square stone platform will expand exponentially every time he is promoted, the weapons and items he has collected now are far more than before.

Not to mention swords, guns and clubs, there are hundreds of hammers, forging hammers, etc., not to mention gold, silver, steel and other sundries.

"The incense on this incense burner can light the joint furnace at least eleven times, and it is a third-level incense!"

Feeling the lingering incense on the incense burner, Li Yuan thought in his mind that if the combined army failed, the incense and gold and silver would be consumed.

But he has roughly figured out the rules, and the success rate is very high. He can combine at least eight or nine third-level weapons eleven times.

However, he has accumulated a lot of low-level weapons, and this little incense is far from enough.

"call!"

Li Yuan waved his hand and took the gray stone ball that wrapped the 'snake eyes' in his hand. The incense on it was thin, but it was fifth-level incense.

"It's a pity that I can only light the Combination Furnace once, so I have to think about it carefully!"

Li Yuan carefully placed the stone ball and thought about it.

The fifth-level incense was so rare that if he failed, he might have to vomit blood.

"The best choice is the Qianjun Hammer that I personally crafted. If we can get three of them together, the success rate of joining forces will be the highest..."

Li Yuan had an idea in mind.

In the past few months, he has played many famous weapons, and the high-grade famous weapon of Divine Fire Hundred Forged Armor is naturally the best.

In addition, there is the red dragon fish leather armor. The Qianjun Heavy Hammer is the last one. I hit it twice and was scolded by Jing Shuhu. He thought it was a waste of materials.

"Save the incense first."

After counting the various weapons and items on the gray stone platform, Li Yuan opened his eyes.

This is already the noon of the third day after the annihilation of the ruined temple. The disciples of the Supervisory Hall are very skillful. Until now, no one knows the news.

I just thought that the ruined temple was being repaired.

"Lao Jingtou hasn't come back yet?"

Li Yuan frowned slightly. After that night, Shuhu left the city after leaving a few instructions and has not returned yet.

He opened the door, the sun was shining brightly, the coldness after the New Year was gradually gone, the old trees in the courtyard were getting green, and in the distance, there were the sounds of various vendors selling goods and the sound of forging iron.

Yu Jin was squatting in the yard eating noodles. When he saw him coming out, he went to the kitchen to make a bowl and handed it over:

"Come, let's eat."

The noodles were chewy and juicy. Li Yuan stirred them a few times and took a sip. He felt appetizing and ate three more bowls before putting down his bowls and chopsticks.

"Lao Yu, it's hard to go down the mountain once, how about going out for a walk?"

Li Yuan wiped his mouth. Although Jing Shuhu might have left the city, Lei Jingchuan was still there after he left, so the fishing was not over yet.

The opportunity was rare, and he wanted to take advantage of it to collect all the incense sticks.

"Yeah, that's fine."

Although Yu Jin was a little worried, thinking that Lei Jingchuan had also gone down the mountain, he nodded in agreement.

The city is under martial law, and with the protection of the four of them, even a master of channeling does not have to be too afraid.

Li Yuan washed his face, put the long-handled hammer behind his back, and then went out.

Zhelong Mansion has many people and many temples. Not to mention those outside the city, there are about ten or twenty in the city.

Li Yuan called Wang Peiyao and went shopping in a carriage. He first went to the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple, which was the most popular temple in the inner city.

But after wandering around, I found that the incense was so good and the harvest was so diligent. The brand-new statue was only on the second level, not as good as the incense burner in front of the temple.

Li Yuan asked and wanted to donate an incense burner, but Zhu Xiaoxiao declined from several temples:

"You have good intentions, but our temple does not accept donations other than gold and silver. As for the old things in the temple, only the most devout believers can bring them into your home."

As he spoke, he pointed to the wall of the temple, which contained stone tablets of donations over the years. The three-meter-long and wide wall was densely covered with names.

The bottom is marked 'In such and such a year, Wang Sheng, a good believer, donated two hundred taels of silver', which is the end of the list.

The front...

"Thirty thousand taels!"

Li Yuan's eyelids twitched wildly.

He still underestimated the wealth and wealth of the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple. The leader of the Hidden Dragon Chamber of Commerce was the 'Golden God of Wealth'.

He donated 30,000 taels of silver to cover the replacement and repair of the statues over the years. With this, he once invited a statue of the god to take home.

"Noble man, walk slowly."

"The Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva represents compassion, giving birth, good luck and other beautiful symbols. It is one of the most popular temples in most counties and cities."

After leaving the main hall, although Wang Peiyao could not understand his special hobby for incense burners, she still explained:

"The incense offered by the Temple of Remnants ranks last in the city. If Brother Li really wants an incense burner, he has to go to these stores..."

"Um."
To be continued...