Two days later, Li Ji received a letter from the strange object area and responded to it. It was a very simple reminder that in the evening of the next day, there will be two hundred spiritual jades in the South Dragon King Temple in Laishui Town.

This is a small pleasure, not in the plan, but Li Ji was interested in it just wanted to get a few seeds. When Hanjiang returns to Qiandao, he may not be able to stay in that small Taoist temple next time. Due to the rules of the sect, it is not easy to find it deliberately, so he hopes that Hanjiang has nowhere to start.

As for eliminating harm for the people, or practicing the Gu, he didn't want to. Even if two Gu Jindans had attacked him, Gu was just a means. The ranking of threats on the true theory is first in the outer sword lineage, and then in the exile place, the Gu Gate is in it, which is not worth mentioning.

He did not mention it to the other two, because it was related to danger and fighting, and it was easier for one person to come and go. Han Yu’s business was booming in the past two days, and An Ran was sleepy. Her beauty technique inspired by sleep also had the attention to treatment. It was so big that the world was full of wonders.

Before the Emperor's reign, Li Ji masked his body and changed his face a little, so he headed straight for Laishui Town. As a Jindan monk, he didn't have to hide such a thing, but if he pretended to be a low-level monk, hiding his head and shrinking his tail was necessary. After all, Gu cannot be tolerated in Qingkong.

That night the night sky was filled with thunder, cloudy clouds, and heavy rain was about to fall. This is a very common weather on the Jima Peninsula and has little impact on monks.

Li Ji had little expectations for the possible gains tonight. In his opinion, such a simple layout luring others to buy seeds of poison can be said to be full of loopholes and the situation is not secret. However, considering that it is a small party who is an individual act of obtaining spirit stones by small businesses, it may not be impossible.

There are many cultivators who dream of having external objects to help improve their realm, and there are also many cultivators who have only one mind but cannot find the next Gu Sect. What they lack is a platform, a way to trade safely, a lack of Taobao and East, and logistics distribution...

Li Jika's time was very accurate. When he entered the dilapidated Dragon King Temple, more than ten monks had already squeezed into the small ruined hall. They were both tall, short, fat and thin. The only thing was the same was that everyone covered their heads and faces, with gloomy silence and a hint of funnyness.

All monks stand on the wall of the temple. A common problem of human beings is that they always want to rely on something in unknown dangers. The advantage of carrying a wall is that they can quickly break through the wall when it is inappropriate, and they can prevent sneak attacks from others.

Li Ji finally chose a place with his back walls. It was not that he felt that it was safer, but that he could not behave differently now. When others lean against the wall, he could only lean against the wall, even if the smell of urine in this place was strong and the desire was swelling.

This is a ridiculous scene. With the clouds and thunder, fourteen monks were in a semicircular state and surrounded the statue of the clay dragon with a broken head in the middle. No one said anything…

"Puff!", in silence, there was an abnormal sound, the sound was not loud but it was extremely clear. As the sound came out, the next was a stream of onion mixed with mutton, and then stirred and digested smell... Someone farted!

"You ancestor Banban, can't you hold it in your hands if you have farts?" A strong monk whispered, and there was a monk next to him chuckled softly.

Farting is actually an optional physiological phenomenon for monks. To be precise, farting is controllable;

Once a monk builds a foundation, his body's functional control is far greater than that of a mortal. This is reflected in all aspects of the body, including the digestive system, which can almost quickly digest most objects. Cultivators who practice devouring skills can even digest stones!

But no matter how powerful the digestive system is, it will produce a small amount of waste gas to a greater or lesser extent. This cannot be completely eradicated by the monks in this regard. Therefore, from the origin, such things become rootless duckweed, and it is difficult to form a large scale impact on the tailbone to cause a sound effect. Even if there is, the monks can control this waste gas to circulate internally in the belly and intestines, and then reabsorbate through internal organ techniques.

But theoretically, when a monk is in a state of ill health or is too nervous, this out-of-control phenomenon may occur in a short time. For mortals, farts that can be easily controlled by a practitioner, can be released by a Taoist practitioner, which shows that this person is no longer nervous, but may have risen to the point of fear.

Everyone thinks so, just a rookie!

But in fact, this fart was made with a plan, purpose, and deliberately! In order to make the fart louder, a boring golden elixir even deliberately used magic power to make it a small trumpet at the tailbone point!

In this environment where everyone is nervous, no matter what individuals say or do, there will be no other effect except creating aggravated tension. But just one thing magically changes all this.

"Little guy is crazy, why should you join in the fun with your cultivation? Do you really think that thing is a spiritual medicine for cultivation?" A cultivator in a heart-warming cursed kindly.

However, although other monks could not see their appearance clearly, their eyes were full of playful thoughts. The rookie, with a wealth of at least two hundred spiritual jades on them, was enough for ordinary monks to brew a murder.

"I was cheated, and now I don't want to buy that thing..." Xiao Xiu stammered.

"Being cheated? Who believes you? You are not looking for a way out for cheap things. Will you come here?"

"I think this guy probably thinks that our group of people are not like good people, and they are afraid of being eaten by evil people?"

"Since you are here, you don't have to think about leaving. Can these people let you go, can those people? If you don't get started, you want to take your secrets?"

Among the fourteen people, five of them spoke one after another, and they all heard that they were from the Northern Region, which was normal. It was impossible for low-level monks from other domains to come here across the domain. The cost of a single trip exceeded 200 Lingyu, which was not worth the loss.

Obviously, every monk standing here knows what his purpose is, although they are very cautious without mentioning the word taboo.

During the conversation between several people and their eyes and consciousness, Li Ji noticed that several of them were obviously known to each other and came together. Obviously, at the small and medium level of the monks, the secrets of the Gu Sect are not so strict.

Just when Li Ji wanted to continue to attract several slanderers to reveal more information, three monks appeared out of thin air at the entrance of the ruined temple, all of whom covered their heads and faces. The leader was pressing into the hall and spreading, forcing everyone to breathe rapidly. It turned out to be a golden elixir!

Li Ji's heart moved. According to Han Jiang and Sang Lao's introduction, the monks' principle of planting Gu is not exceeding the realm of the person who receives Gu. In other words, the appearance of the Gu Gate Golden Pill is either to save the situation or have other plans.

He reduced his spiritual consciousness very weakly, but the other five consciousnesses did not relax their observations around him. He could feel that there seemed to be other monks outside the Dragon King Temple, and they also had the cultivation of golden elixirs. This was very unusual. It seemed that the Gu Sect realized something...
Chapter completed!