This box of gold bars has at least a dozen catties, and the ancient iron pillar doesn't know a few big characters, Zhou Yuanyuan really can't guess what kind of business he does to make so much money. Even if Gu Tiezhu and Boss Huang stole all the trees on the top of Daqing Mountain and sold them, it would be impossible to make so much money!

"There's something wrong with this ancient iron pillar. Wen Ziqing frowned. Wen Ziqing and Zhou Yuanyuan looked at things from different angles, not looking at the value of those gold bars, just looking at Gu Tiezhu's sneaky behavior of burying the gold bars on Daqing Mountain, Wen Ziqing decided that these things of Gu Tiezhu came from the wrong way.

"Yuanyuan, after returning to the village, I will go to Uncle Arita to make a call to the Public Security Bureau to ask if there has been anything major recently. "As a soldier, when an abnormal situation is discovered, Wen Ziqing will definitely report it.

After hunting enough of the prey needed, they hurried to the village to make a call, Zhou Yuanyuan and Wen Ziqing did not stop in Daqingshan, the two held hands and walked down the mountain.

Eastern Province, Ning'an City.

In the back room, the door was pushed open, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old novice walked in with a basin of steaming water.

There were several large futons in the wing, and in the middle of the futon, a young man in a black robe was sitting, who was doing exercises with his eyes closed.

"Michigan, please freshen up. After putting the hot water on the shelf, the little novice called out respectfully.

"Hmm. The man in black opened his eyes and answered. If Zhou Yuanyuan or Wen Ziqing were here, they would definitely be able to recognize that this black-clothed Taoist priest was Liu Jingyun, the inner disciple of the Yushan Sect, and he was also the Liu Jingyun who used the hidden ring to transform into Wang Xuyang and kidnap Wen Ziqing. Liu Jingyun also has a double identity, the elder brother of Liu Jingyu, the current head of the Yushan faction.

After Liu Jingyun finished washing, Xiao Shami went to the backyard with the dirty water after washing.

"Huineng, Huineng, come here. In the backyard, a fat monk saw the little novice and shouted. The fat monk is a guest monk of Ning'an Temple, and his law name is Huiwu.

"Senior Brother Huiwu, what's the matter?" After pouring the dirty water in the basin, the little novice trotted to Huiwu with the empty basin.

"Huineng, the back······ That, who is it?, why does the abbot want us to serve us well?" Hui Wu snorted at the back side of the room and asked softly.

It's no wonder that Huiwu is curious, Master Hongxin, the abbot of Ning'an Temple, was in the courtyard in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall last night, called all the twelve monks of the whole temple, and solemnly instructed that the distinguished guests came to the temple and lived in the back wing. Except for Huineng, who served the guests, the other monks were not allowed to go to the back wing.

Master Hongxin is over 60 years old this year, and he is a master of the same thing in Ning'an Temple.

Ning'an Temple has been full of incense in the past two years, and Huiwu has seen many visitors from all walks of life, even a high-ranking official of a certain province came to Ning'an Temple once last autumn, and Huiwu did not see Master Hongxin moved. Like last night, Huiwu is the first time I've seen it.

The characters that can be valued by Master Horizon make Huiwu very curious.

"I don't know. Hui Neng, that is, Xiao Shami, shook his head and didn't dare to gossip. There are more than a dozen monks in Ning'an Temple, and Huineng is the youngest. In fact, Master Hongxin is Huineng's lay uncle and grandfather Huineng, who came to Ning'an Temple to be a monk, not because of his beliefs or anything, but because he has many brothers and a poor family. Hongxin asked Huineng to come here to be a monk for a few years, and then give him a sum of money to go home and marry his daughter-in-law.

Hui Neng was also very curious about the mysterious black-clothed Taoist priest in his heart. After the meeting ended last night, Huineng just muttered in front of Master Hongxin, saying why the Taoist priest did not live in the Taoist temple, but ran to live in the monk's temple?

Master Hongxin's face turned pale with fright, and he pulled Huineng's ears and gave him a good lesson. This guest is not an ordinary person, he can live wherever he likes, and what monks and temples and Taoist priests should look at, it is not Huineng that should be in charge.

Master Hongxin asked Huineng not to be too curious, and said that curious people die quickly and so on, and explained a lot, and finally, Master Hongxin specially explained to Huineng, the guest in the back room, no matter who asked, he couldn't say anything, not to mention his appearance, even his dress, otherwise he would cause death, and he couldn't save it.

Huineng is only fifteen years old this year, and when he saw his uncle and grandfather, who had always loved him, angry, Huineng was very frightened. Just now, Huiwu really asked about the back room, and Huineng must be stupid.

"Hey, you kid just came out of it and said you don't know, didn't you take senior brother and me in your eyes!"

Huiwu snorted and walked away. There are a lot of pilgrims in the temple these days, and if he is here to set Huineng, if he doesn't eat or drink, it is better to "dig" more sesame oil money from the pilgrims' pockets!

The incense of Ning'an Temple is becoming more and more vigorous year by year, and Huiwu, as a monk who knows the guest, sees the merit box full of banknotes of various denominations every day, and his heart is happy to bloom. The abbot said that if the income in the temple is high, at the end of the year, everyone will be given a bonus. Although Huiwu has escaped into the empty door, there is still an old lady in his hometown! Being able to give some money to honor his old lady is also his kindness, isn't it?

In the back room, Liu Jingyun withdrew his divine sense to monitor Huineng, feeling a little tired. Liu Jingyun has just practiced the cultivation of the ninth layer of qi now, and he can't release his divine consciousness freely. Every time he used it, Liu Jingyun felt tired and had to meditate for several hours to recover.

What's more, Liu Jingyun was seriously injured this time, and after meditating outside for four or five days, his injury was only 50% better. Liu Jingyun came to Ning'an Temple after he was able to move, he didn't dare to show Hongxin that he was injured, and now he is no one can believe it.

From a little disciple of the Yushan Sect to the direction of the "big devil", Liu Jingyun was also very helpless. He didn't want to die, let alone be killed by his own brother.

The younger brother Liu Jingyu covered the sky with one hand in the secret realm, and he, the elder brother, had to go to the secular world to develop his own power. His cultivation is too low, even if he has such an earth-shattering treasure as the "Immortal Mansion", he can only use one hundred thousandth of the resources of the "Immortal Mansion" at present.

Fortunately, Liu Jingyu was smart, not only attracted some mortals in the secular world to do things for him, but also won over the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, otherwise, how could he fight with such a big immortal cultivation sect as the Yushan Sect?

Liu Jingyun was born in a small family of Xiuzhen, and his family and ancestors have been vassals of the Yushan faction for generations. Being accepted as an inner disciple by the Yushan faction, Liu Jingyun was full of hope for his path of cultivating immortals. Although his status as an inner disciple was obtained because of his younger brother's excellence, this did not hinder the pride in Liu Jingyun's heart. It's a good thing that his younger brother Liu Jingyu is better than him.