The night is still so night, there is only one place in the Golden Cicada Temple where the lights are on, and Yixiu is in his meditation hall at the moment, looking at the large bag of incense making materials in front of him and worrying for a while.

He estimated that there would be about dozens to hundreds of people coming to incense tomorrow, and he would definitely make a wave of incense when the time came, but if he didn't have incense in his hand, it would really be playing ball.

If you find a system to exchange, with ten merits to exchange for one, do not do yourself now still owe a large amount of foreign debt to the system, the merit is not enough at all, just rely on this transaction you are busy and do not have to make a break at all, it is impossible to beg for nothing to find the system to exchange.

Then you need to make your own incense, fortunately, the old monk has already handed over the original Yixiu how to make the incense of the Buddha, Yixiu in the first time when he went down the mountain to buy daily necessities, he kept an eye on it, bought a large bag of materials to go up the mountain, and today is not so worried.

Ikyu found the incense recipe from memory, and put a number of herbs that he had prepared, the binder resin, the incense, and the charcoal that he had burned, on his desk.

At this time, a few long bamboos that were originally carried came in handy, and in less than half an hour, Yixiu took a knife and slashed indiscriminately, turning those bamboos into bamboo sticks of different sizes.

However, after all, Yixiu still didn't have good skills, and a lot of materials were wasted, so he almost made more than 200 wooden sticks.

The next thing that needs to be done is to mix herbs, wood ash, etc. in equal proportions in a mortar according to the recipe, and grind it into a fine and uniform powder with a pestle.

Ikyu didn't say anything about the weak chicken before, grabbed the pestle and smashed it inside, and threw some charcoal into it, only to see his hands continue to flash, and the materials that were originally piled up next to him like a hill gradually declined, and soon only the bare floor remained.

Ikyu got up and patted his dusty hands, looking at the dustpan with satisfaction at the raw materials that were a little wet after being mashed on the dustpan beside him.

Before he could stop, Ikyu took a straw mat and spread it on an iron table, spread the raw materials on the straw mat one by one, and lit a charcoal fire with a lighter below.

After only a few moments, the ash fire had been lit, and a thick smoke rose from the bottom, sending out a large amount of heat to bake the wet material on top, and at the same time expelling a large amount of carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide that had not yet burned, drifting down the beams of the house towards the outside.

"Ah~", an extremely small voice suddenly appeared, and the two secret guards who had been hiding on the beams of the room were choked with snot and tears by the thick smoke that was pouring upwards, and even one of them couldn't help but prepare to sneeze.

Seeing this, another secret guard hurriedly stretched out his hand to gag his mouth, and whispered in an undetectable voice, "Hold back, One." ”

Codenamed No. 1 Dark Guard, he blinked his eyes to show that he could hold back, and the No. 2 Dark Guard put down his hand with confidence, watching the rest of his head continue to add wood ash to the charcoal basin.

"No. 2, otherwise let's do it, just search for what we want, why suffer like this. ”

Number Two shook his head when he heard this, and said in disagreement, "Our secret guards have always come and gone without a trace, never under the blue sky and daylight, killing people in the front, and we must kill them when the enemy is not looking, this is our principle. ”

Looking at No. 2's unquestionable eyes, No. 1 could only close his mouth regretfully, looking down at Yixiu, who was still adding firewood to it.

After almost an hour, the raw materials on the straw mat have been completely dried, and they are thrown up according to the steps, adding the last fragrance and aromatic hydrosol, mixing them thoroughly, and finally dividing them into several portions and kneading them into balls.

At this point, Ichiyu had already finished most of the incense making, and Ichiyu suddenly wanted to be lazy for a while, walked to the bedside, and picked up the water cup on the table next to him, and drank two sips.

At this moment, the two dark guards with flushed faces finally waited for what they thought was the best opportunity to make a move, and the two of them took out a thin thread in unison, and threw the long thin thread down, just extending into the water cup, and the two drops of venom fell silently with the thin thread.

Ikyu was still thirsty, so he picked up the glass again but didn't notice the fine thread at all, and just as he was about to take another sip, the venom was about to enter the glass.

Ikyu felt a sour nose, a shocking sneeze came out, and two drops of venom actually ran back along the thin line.

The next moment, I saw two secret guards sticking out their tongues, their faces flushed and pinching their necks, as if they were about to spit out something.

After struggling for a while, the two swallowed the antidote they had prepared just in case, and then they were sweating and lying on the beams, staring at two pairs of white eyes, and looking at Yixiu who was unaware of the lack of anger on their faces.

And Ikkyu, who didn't realize the danger at all, is still devoting himself to his incense-making business.

I saw him roll up his arms, wrap the bamboo skewers evenly with the mixture in a rolling manner, and spread the incense sticks one by one onto the original straw mat.

It seems to be a simple job, but it took another hour to rest, and the rest of the things can be used by natural drying tomorrow.

So, Ikkyu casually turned off the still glowing spar lamp, went to bed, covered the quilt, and prepared to close his eyes and fall asleep to end the long day.

Ikyu was about to fall asleep, but the two guards who were still lying on the beams showed their fangs again, and the two shiny short knives glistened in the night.

Counting silently in their hearts for three seconds, the two were about to make a move, when suddenly a slight sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

At this moment, Wukong stood outside the door with a surprised face, stood on tiptoe, knocked on the door a few times cautiously and said, "Master, I'm here for an appointment, have you slept?"

Ikyu woke up from his sleep, put on his shoes in a daze, and came to the door, only to open the door to find that it was Goku looking at him with a grin.

"Wukong, you're naughty again, why are you looking for a teacher this big night?", Yixiu asked casually.

Wukong listened, touched his head, and couldn't help asking, "Master, didn't you ask me to come, just two days ago, you knocked me on the forehead three times, so according to your Journey to the West, this is a hint that I came to you in the middle of the night, and you want to pass on my peerless skills!"

Yixiu then remembered that he seemed to have indeed slapped the little apprentice three times two days ago, and I forgot the specific reason, but it was definitely not to pass on his peerless skills, but if he came, he would not do it twice, hehe!

Ikyu showed a playful smile, nodded at Wukong, and as he walked, he praised Wukong for his cleverness, and handed him his latest set of peerless magic skills "Iron Crotch Gong" exercise running formula.

Finally, he also emphasized that practicing this exercise must endure hardships, and that you must smoke yourself more every day, preferably with an iron plate, and if you really can't stand it, don't learn it.

Wukong thought that Yixiu was testing his perseverance, so he said yes.

Seeing Wukong's happy appearance, and then thinking about the painful appearance of those monks at the beginning, Yixiu wanted to laugh, he was in a good mood, and naturally everything went well, so Yixiu turned around and went to his room, took out an iron rod, and handed it to Wukong's hand.

"Apprentice, this time the Buddha personally gave the free iron rod, as a personal disciple of this seat, for the teacher decided to transfer it to you, remember to treat it well, you must not use him to do things that hurt nature and reason, otherwise the Buddha will blame the teacher. ”

Wukong looked at the iron rod in his hand, the hollow pattern of the two gold-plated carvings, and the words "free iron soldier" were written on the rod body, how to see how he liked it, so he jumped into the court and began to wave the stick in his hand.

Ikyu looked at his apprentice, who looked very much like a monkey, and the shadow of the former Monkey King flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

This stick is actually what he got by lottery today, and he originally wanted to use it, but there was a brace after the task reward, which was marked in red letters, and the host could not use it, and it was the exclusive weapon of the host's closed disciples.

So what else is it good to be a favor, so this is in the hands of the stupid apprentice Wukong.

Seeing Goku dancing more and more happily with the free iron rod in his hand, Ikyu just thought of him stepping down.

Who knew that Wukong's hand suddenly slipped, and the stick in his hand swished, and it actually flew to the beam.

Ding, as if it had hit something, the iron rod slid down the beam again.

The two of them looked up and saw the wild cat that came from nowhere, and roared angrily at them.

Wukong yelled in the air, it seemed that the master was going to talk about himself again, so he immediately grabbed the iron rod that fell to the ground, bowed to Ikyu, and ran away.

Ikyu looked at Wukong's back as he fled, his face twitched, and he walked back to his meditation room and closed the door, and there was no movement from inside.

Tonight, Ichishu slept peacefully, but one of the bitter assassination duo lay on the beam of the house and vomited a large mouthful of blood, and his forehead was swollen with a large bag.

"No. 1, it's too scary here, let's hurry up and come back tomorrow to clean them up!"

The No. 2 secret guard nodded earnestly to help him, and went down the beam, and within a few minutes, he came out of the Golden Cicada Temple.

About twenty hours later, the two men began to get dizzy for some reason, and plunged headlong into the grass by the side of the road, and in the last moments of their lives remembered a few drops of holy water that William Wolfer had given them, and screamed at the white moon.

"William Wolfer, you bastard, how dare you scare Lao Tzu. ”