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Chapter 7: A poor rat eating a raccoon dog

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    Lanruo Temple, Main Hall.

    Eight golden elixir monks and one hundred and seven foundation-building ghost cultivators put incense on the clay-gold statue of the founder of the sect one by one.

    An atmosphere of sadness, anger and frustration filled the entire Buddhist hall.

    Except for the nine foundation-building monks who were unable to rush back to the mountain gate, all high-level cultivators in Lanruo Temple have arrived.

    Although the ground was covered with futons, not a single ghost cultivator could fit behind them. All eyes were fixed on the head of the family, Jiumo Po.

    "Our sect is in danger, everyone!" Jiuma Po gritted her teeth, and every word she spoke was like chopping on a chopping board with a kitchen knife: "Although Bangchui Villa promised to help us tide over the difficulties, we can't be ignorant. Now we are  Without the gate, Elder Yuanying suppresses luck, and the two evil neighbors, Maha Wuliang Palace and Mojia Mountain, will never let go of the fat on their lips without taking a bite."

    The ghost cultivators in Lanruo Temple all showed anger, but besides the anger, there was more despair than hope.

    "Master, Mojia Mountain has always had a good relationship with us. How about we just join the Zisun Temple and become their vassal sect." Da Siyi made a suggestion, "Although it is inevitable that we will have our bones knocked and our marrow sucked out, at least we can  Preserve the sect¡¯s incense inheritance.¡±

    "Of course we golden elixirs have thought about this idea." A minotaur covered in black smoke smiled bitterly and shook his head. Two horns covered with ancient bandages hung down in frustration, like two  An extra-large pigtail: "But Da Si Yi, have you ever thought that if our front legs dare to do this, the back legs of Maha Wuliang Palace will dare to hit the door!"

    "Let's fight!" Da Siyi said fiercely: "As long as we take refuge in Mojia Mountain, they can't just sit back and ignore it, right? Our two families are united, so the big one may not be our opponent!"

    "We are the undead, and Mojia Mountain is the living thing!" Niutou Jindan sighed, looking at Da Siyi like he was looking at an idiot: "The reinforcements from Mojia Mountain will definitely wait for us to meet Maha Wuliang.  The palace fights to the death and then comes out to pick peaches. For them, if a super monk is killed except for thieves, and if a ghost cultivator of Lanruo Temple is killed, isn't it the same as killing the inner ghost? As a wealthy cultivation family, we are too weak, but as a vassal sect, we are too weak.  It¡¯s too strong. Don¡¯t you still understand such a simple truth?¡±

    "What's worse than a bad decision is not making a decision!" Of course Da Siyi understands this truth, but who makes him the Black Mountain III of Mojia Mountain, so he must try his best to persuade the Jindan bosses to defect to Mojia Mountain:  "If we do nothing, who knows when Maha Infinite Palace and Magic Mountain will attack us? It's better to deal with one evil wolf than to deal with two at the same time, right? The current situation is extremely dangerous, and we must choose one of these two.  Get closer, the faster the better!¡±

    "Yes, yes" After being provoked by him, many foundation-building monks also spoke in agreement: "Mojia Mountain has secretly formed an alliance with our sect. It is more reliable to defect to them than to the Maha Infinite Palace.  .¡±

    "Why don't we sell ourselves to Bangchui Villa and be like dogs? Why not choose the strongest master!" Some foundation-building ghost cultivators also put forward different opinions: "As long as we can become their vassal sect, Magic Mountain and Mojia Mountain will  If He Wuliang Palace wants to touch us, even if you beat a dog, you have to show the master's face first!"

    "Stop dreaming!" This bad idea immediately aroused opposition from other foundation-building monks: "How could Bangchui Villa end up in such troubled waters on its own?"

    "Our Lanruo Temple's territory only relies on Maha Wuliang Palace and Magic Mountain. Let's not say whether Bangchui Villa is willing to accept us as a vassal sect. Even if those ginseng dolls are willing, can they take care of us?" Da Siyi  The rebuttal is the most reasonable and well-founded: "I know your wishful thinking. You thought that by joining Bangchui Villa, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, which can guarantee the independence of our sect to the greatest extent. But have you ever thought about it, just because Bangchui Villa is beyond the reach of Momo?  Maha Wuliang Palace and Mojia Mountain can completely turn into cannibals. Sooner or later, we will be finished, and it will be a very complete loss! If we want to keep the incense of our sect, we can only use Mahawuliang Palace and Mojia Mountain.  Choose one of the two neighbors to lean over, there is no third choice!¡±

    The foundation-building monks were all moved by his words. After whispering for a while, they quickly reached a consensus. Now Lanruo Temple does not have a third choice, not even a second choice.

    Because they have always been relatively close to Mojia Mountain, the relationship between Lanruo Temple and Maha Wuliang Palace is not good. If you join Chaoda, you will definitely be forced to use it as cannon fodder by those small-minded bald donkeys and hand over your name.

    After much deliberation, the only option was to sell myself to Mojia Mountain.

    When comparing two evils, choose the lesser one.  This may not be a good choice, but it is certainly the least bad choice.

    Da Siyi saw that his sharp tongue finally had an effect,In order to suppress his excitement, he secretly clenched his fists.

    The joy disappeared in a flash, and sadness and melancholy surged out of his heart uncontrollably.

    Although he is the external incarnation of the Black Mountain Old Demon, and all his ideas come from the replica of Mingyue Slave, Da Si Yi has been an independent intelligent life since his birth.

    Completely different life experiences allowed him to continuously develop his own three views based on his original thoughts.

    "Besides, his true form is an undead creature, and he has been deeply cultivated during the two hundred years he has been lurking in Lanruo Temple. It would be false to say that he has no feelings for this ghost cultivator at all.

    Lanruo Temple inexplicably ended up like this, and Da Siyi was actually very sad.

    Reason allows him to try his best to fight for the interests of Mojia Mountain, but his emotions make him very tortured.

    This complex emotion makes the excitement of being an undercover agent instantly dull.

    All the foundation-building ghost cultivators are quietly waiting for the decision of the Jindan bosses. Da Siyi is right. The disaster between the three armies is caused by suspicion, so a decision must be made early!

    The headmaster Jiu Mopo let out a long sigh, her whole body became half shorter, and her energy and energy suddenly became old and withered.

    "I am like Siluo, and I would like to ask Qiao Mu! I didn't expect that our disciples of Lanruo Temple, when faced with the crisis of overthrowing the sect, our first thought would be to join other sects." Jiumogama suddenly laughed loudly,  The laughter was as miserable as a night owl: "Where is your monk spirit? Where is your iron heart? You are practicing false cultivation and going against heaven. Do you want to be a bully and a horse for other sects?  Make it small?¡±

    Including Da Si Yi, all the foundation-building monks only felt that their bodies were broken and they were ashamed to death.

    "Forget it, I don't blame you for thinking that the building is about to collapse. The sect is indeed in a doomsday situation now. It's also no wonder that you think that there is no way out. We Jindan monks really can't find a way out to rebuild Jin'ou." Jiuma Po had no expression on her face.  , continued: "As the saying goes, when a tree falls, the hozen disperses. There is no eternal feast in the world. I don't blame you. Anyone who wants to leave should leave Lanruo Temple now. I will ask the treasure house to issue one hundred thousand spiritual sand as severance pay. Everyone.  Being in the same class makes it easy to get together and get together."

    "Why does the master need to provoke us with words?" The foundation-building monks were angry: "We also have bones in our bodies, and we will never be like rats who run away from battle!"

    "But" Da Siyi asked bravely: "Master, if we don't rely on anyone, how can we resist the covetousness of the two giants of cultivation?"

    "We rely on ourselves!" A horse-faced Jindan covered in white smoke said coldly: "If Lanruo Temple is destined to fall, how can it be without the blood of the monks to pay tribute?"

    "Without the sect, no matter how outstanding the monks are, they are just refugees in the world of cultivation." Jiumopa's eyes were like a storm sweeping across the ocean, sweeping over the foundation-building monks one by one. He saw heroism and heroism on each face.  Of course, there is also fear. Grandma Dryad's eyes gradually softened: "I hope you can remember that although we no longer have Nascent Soul in Lanruo Temple, our remaining monks are by no means easy to insult, no matter who they are.  If you come to invade us, we all have the courage to fight with our axes! Don¡¯t talk too much, it¡¯s just death!¡±

    "It's just death! It's just death!" The pride and passion of the foundation-building monks were instantly ignited, and they all stood up and roared wildly.

    "Master, it is better to take the initiative than to be beaten passively. Since we have decided to fight, we might as well strike first to gain the upper hand!" Da Siyi pretended to be an activist, but in fact he wanted to trick out Jiumopa's battle plan and give it to Mojia Mountain.  Senior management provides the basis for decision-making.

    "Don't worry, our golden elixirs have already discussed it. This guarantee will leave an extremely profound lesson to the wealthy cultivation families in Xiaofozhou" Jiumama smiled sinisterly, but before he could explain the plan clearly,  He made some shocking plan, and a white-bone spirit with the tenth level of Qi refining stumbled into the main hall from outside the door.

    "Master! Something bad has happened!" This Qi Refining disciple was so nervous that the soul fire in his eyes flickered like candles in the wind, "Bangchui Villa just sent a Golden Elixir monk, and without saying a word, he posted our treasure trove  He broke the seal, then sat at the door and refused to leave, and even asked you to see him by name!"

    All the foundation-building monks suddenly changed their expressions. At this moment, Bangchui Villa sent a golden elixir monk to block the treasure house of Lanruo Temple. It didn't look like a gesture of goodwill.

    Jiuma Po and the seven golden elixir monks exchanged glances calmly. None of them got angry. Instead, they all sneered as expected.

    Da Siyi felt dizzy for a while, the situation was completely different from what he had imagined.

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    There is a line on the horizonThe mountain range is shaped like a lying cow, and the dense bamboo sea is like a large green and boundless gem, filling the entire field of vision.

    Chang Kaishen and Wu Meiniu rode the flying needle, patrolled around the bamboo sea, and stopped.

    "What do you think?" Chang Kaishen asked Damimi: "This is where the spiritual energy peak is the lowest along the way."

    The sect¡¯s task of catching wild beasts is not difficult, but it is very annoying.

    The more abundant the aura of the wild is, the more abundant and diverse the monsters will be. They will squeeze the living space of the beasts from their ecological niche.

    If you want to find powerful beasts that can fly, you can only try your luck in areas with lower spiritual energy peaks.

    After leaving the Liancheng Mountains, Chang Kaishen actually encountered several swamps and mountains with relatively low spiritual energy peaks, but Wu Meiniu rejected them all.

    "The scenery here is good, that's it." This time, Da Mi Mi didn't pick at the thorns anymore, she lowered the flying needle, knocked open the dense bamboo branches and leaves, and fell to the ground.

    "Nice scenery?" Zhuang Yuanlang fainted. We are here to capture wild beasts, not a couple going on a date. What does the scenery have to do with it?

    After he landed, Wu Meiniu had already pulled out a yellow mud arch weighing at least ten kilograms from the ground. It was already late spring, and he didn't expect such fresh bamboo shoots to be hidden deep in the mountains.

    "Am I powerful?" Wu Meiniu held a bamboo shoot to offer him a treasure. The sunlight shone through the bamboo leaves and fell on her awl face that was full of Internet celebrity. Her flower-like smile was filled with childish and simple pride.

    "It's amazing!" Chang Kaishen was amazed: "Is this the golden thunder bamboo or the spiritual bamboo shoots of Tianyin purple bamboo? How much zhenzhenyuan can be replenished by eating it?"

    "This is just an ordinary bamboo shoot." Damimi knew that the other party was making sarcastic remarks, but she was not angry. Even if the number one scholar pretended to be surprised, her heart felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey: "I am in the mortal world.  Shishi likes to eat bamboo shoots the most, so I just took them back for a late night snack."

    "I'm salivating because of what you said, so I'll find a few to take back with me and let Concubine Farin make me a hot pot to satisfy my cravings."

    "Speaking of Concubine Falin, don't you think the duck soup rice she made this morning is a bit evil?" Wu Meiniu put the Huang Ni Gong into the Tourmaline Ring. This thing was given to her by Minano Xi after checking her homework today.  , which is more than a hundred times larger than the Najie reserve given to the little bald head by Master Wei Fan Wang: "When we Buddhists make medicinal meals, we use the 'Bee Picking Flowers' curse to capture the spiritual energy from the outside world, which generally does not exceed the spiritual energy contained in the ingredients themselves.  , being able to achieve 50% to 50% is regarded as an extraordinary skill. Even the Eighth Master Ehiko, who shocked everyone at the East China Sea Buddhist Assembly and became famous for his "Three Pure Meat", was just relying on his superb "Bee Picking Flowers"  'Technology captures three times the spiritual energy of the ingredients. Although I have not personally tasted the duck soup rice made by Fa Lin Fei, but just the mouthful of rice spurted out by Fatima, the spiritual energy is a bit too much, right?  "

    "Our French black brand is so good, what's wrong?" Of course Chang Kaishen knew that Yan Fengjiao's duck soup soaked rice was a bit evil. He had eaten both the intestine-cleansing rice and the sweet-scented osmanthus duck. A bowl of rice with a duck leg.  These two ingredients can only replenish yen for 20 turns when fully used, but the bowl of rice with duck soup has a yen-replenishing effect of at least 200 turns.

    ¡° If Wu Meiniu hadn¡¯t told him that when the Eighth Master made herbal meals, the aura of the ¡®Bee Picking Flowers¡¯ could only be three times the aura of the ingredients, he really wouldn¡¯t have thought much of it.

    Based on this, if Yan Fengjiao used the "bee picking flowers" technique when cooking duck soup rice, wouldn't she be able to capture ten times the aura of the ingredients from the outside world?

    No wonder the bowl of rice with duck soup tastes as bitter as chewing raw coptis. It turns out that it is because the spiritual energy medicine contained in it is too strong.

    However, what happened to Yan Fengjiao?

    Xiao Yan Tanhua is originally a second-generation cultivator. With her family background and her own talent, it is reasonable for her to be able to do what others cannot.

    The conscience of heaven and earth, Chang Kaishen really thought so, but he asked Wu Meiniu in a self-righteous way, but he almost choked Wu Meiniu and couldn't breathe.

    "Okay, okay, you black cards of the legal generation are the proud sons of heaven, and our white cards are all wine bags and rice bags!" Damimi felt that if she didn't get back this breath, she would get a bitter taste even if she went back to gnaw bamboo shoots: "But  You are so powerful, why don't you just obediently help us run errands and catch wild beasts?"

    "What you said aroused my curiosity. The sect asked me to catch wild beasts for you without permission. What is it for?"

    "If you beat me, I will tell you."

    Chang Kaishen had the hard stuff and had already secured the victory. He immediately agreed with Wu Meiniu that within two hours, they would meet back here to see who could capture the beast better.

    After the two high-fived and swore an oath,Each of them chose a direction, and the troops divided into two groups and advanced into the depths of the Bamboo Sea.
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