The southern suburbs of Xijing, Nantai Mountain, Ziyun Temple.

Zhang Yunxian took advantage of the night and touched it.

The Taoist temple is not big, just a small courtyard, and the first three small halls stand in the shape of a product.

Zhang Yunxian exerted his spiritual power and carefully inspected every corner of the small courtyard to make sure that Wu Laodao did not lie to himself, and there was no one else in this temple.

The Sanqing Hall is at the top.

Zhang Yunxian stepped in and glanced at the statue of Sanqing, and sure enough, it was a fairy wind bone, which made people feel worshipped.

Zhang Yunxian followed what Wu Laodao said, went around to the back of the Sanqing statue and looked at it carefully.

"It should be here!"

He saw that there was an obvious gap under the back of the Yuan Shi Tianzun statue in the middle, which looked like a trace of man-made.

With a slight buckle, an irregular hole more than a foot wide was revealed, which was faintly visible, and a purple sandalwood box was lying inside.

There is a copper lock on the box, which looks like it is some years old, Zhang Yunxian pulled it hard, and the lock opened in response.

"Sure enough, it's a baby...... Zhang Yunxian thought to himself that Wu Laodao must be a person who loves yellow and white things, and there are more than a hundred or so golden bricks neatly placed in the box, and an old notebook is placed next to it, and the paper is slightly yellow.

Zhang Yunxian flipped through the pages, and looked at the content, it was a cultivation note written by Wu Laodao, which mentioned that he had refined the so-called elixir by chance, and after eating it, he could briefly comprehend the magical power of heaven and man induction.

The notes also recorded several materials of this elixir, the main material in which was something called Star Stone, according to the description in the notes, Zhang Yunxian suspected that it was an extraterrestrial meteorite.

In this way, it is not difficult to understand why Wu Laodao's elixir has such an effect, it should be that he extracted the cosmic essence in the meteorite through a special refining method to form his so-called elixir.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yunxian took out a few pills from his pocket that he snatched from Wu Laodao's hands that day, put them in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes, and felt them with his heart.

Sure enough, there was a faint purple halo on the surface of the pill, but compared to the meteorite that the previous moon had let him absorb, this halo was too weak.

As soon as Zhang Yunxian's mind moved, a few wisps of essence contained in the pill were absorbed into his body, and the pill turned into a pile of black powder.

Although it is very weak, it is indeed a spirit.

Zhang Yunxian suddenly thought of a possibility, since the essence qi could be refined into an elixir, it must be possible for people to use other ways to process it into other things.

From this point of view, the so-called Heavenly Treasures are just another form of cosmic essence, and if you absorb more, you can also increase your strength.

After figuring out this relationship, Zhang Yunxian suddenly felt that the trip was worthwhile.

In addition to gold bars and notes, there are also some jewelry and jade in the box, all of which are some years old, it seems that this Wu Laodao really loves money like life, and he has saved all his life, all of which are these.

It's just a pity, birds die for food, and people die for money. saved a lifetime of belongings, but in the end it was cheaper for Zhang Yunxian.

Zhang Yunxian didn't feel ashamed at all, with so many things, ordinary people may still worry about whether they can move it, and there is no problem for him at all. He haphazardly wrapped all the gold and jewels together, carried them on his back, and hurried away in the night.

North of the city, Mingyuan Gang.

The history of the Mingyuan Gang can be traced back to the old era before the founding of the People's Republic of China, when the war was raging, the people were not able to make a living, the area north of the Xijing Railway Station, because of the barrenness, became the place where the people who fled from Zhili and the Central Plains settled, there were too many refugees, and there was too little to eat......

Later, in order to have a way to live, the refugees slowly formed several forces, in addition to competing with each other, the main way is to go to Xijing City to rob, which is what the old man often said, Beicheng has been plagued by bandits since ancient times.

The Mingyuan Gang was the strongest of these forces at that time, after the founding of the country, the government army suppressed the bandits, and the bandits in the north of the city were almost wiped out, and Mingyuan was also overturned.

Until the eighties and nineties of the last century, Song Mingjie's father, Mr. Song, made a name for himself in Xijing City with his ruthlessness, and the Mingyuan Gang resurrected and regained its reputation.

Being able to survive and develop under the grim situation of fighting the underworld and eliminating evil in China again and again, I have to say that the Mingyuan Gang does have its own set.

"Mingjie, it's not easy for the Mingyuan Gang to get to where it is today, do you want it to be cut off in your hands?" Old Man Song, who hadn't been to the gang for a long time, actually sat in the position of the gang leader and scolded Song Mingjie with a decadent face below.

The meeting hall was full, and more than 20 people were seated, all of whom were members of the various halls of the Mingyuan Gang.

Everyone saw that the gang leader was scolded by the old man Song, and they didn't even dare to breathe when they sat down, after all, the legend of the old man Song was too bizarre, although he couldn't ask the gang leader for a long time, but the reputation was still there, and the residual prestige still existed.

"You're all very good!" the old man pointed to the big guys below and said sarcastically.

"My huge Mingyuan gang is helpless even a night man? Is this still the number one gang in Xijing City?"

A fat-headed and big-eared hall master below, Nuo Nuo said: "Old gang leader, this night man is indeed evil, even Wu Lao Dao was destroyed by him, let's not help the young gang master to take revenge, the brothers are sad and angry in their hearts!"

"Yes, old gang leader, we have brought all the most capable brothers under our command, all according to your orders, there will be no second words!"

"Yes, the police are also trying their best to track down the whereabouts of the Night Man, as long as the people who find him, these four or five hundred people in our gang will drag him to death. Don't worry, old man!"

Old Man Song sat on it with a golden sword, looking at the people below, and you showed loyalty in every word.

"Old man, can you listen to me?" A young man with glasses sitting at the end of the table stood up and arched his hand to the crowd.

"What do you want to say?"

"Old man, the young gang leader was killed, we are all very sad, and it is our duty to avenge him, but this night man is indeed extraordinary, I believe you also understand, with these people in our gang, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with him, it's not that the brothers are unwilling to fight hard, it's just that they are sent to death in vain, I Hongsan really can't do it." ”

"Oh, Hong San, what do you mean?" the old man asked coldly.

"Old man, the brothers call me the third brother, I have to be worthy of them, I Hong San can not want my own life, it is not a pity to die for the sake of the less helper, but please raise your noble hand and let go of my brothers. ”

"Hmph, you are a good big brother with affection and righteousness!" the old man smiled sarcastically, "In this case, I will fulfill you, you can go down to bury my grandson first!"

Before the words fell, the old man's right hand was raised, and a flying knife flashed with silver light, with an icy aura, and flew towards Hong San's chest like lightning.