"What's next for the teacher?"

Gong Qianbai closed the book of heaven and asked the five people opposite.

Although Jiang Taigong is a generation of saints, after all, thousands of years have passed, and the world has changed a lot, and it can no longer follow the rules of survival in the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

"Has the master forgotten that during the Zhou Dynasty, my Qi Kingdom was the richest? If you beg for a living like a small people, it will naturally be difficult. But I've accumulated a lot of secret methods in my life, and even the tenth realm can be used, so there's no need to worry about it! ”

Thinking about it, Jiang Taigong can be called the originator of military, politics or industry and commerce, and he is indeed too worried.

After Gong Qianbai said goodbye to the five of them, he rested on Duxiu Peak for a long time before returning to the small courtyard.

Just copy Jiang Taigong, and the soul power consumed can be restored in about 7 days.

But after copying 4 more people, although the soul power consumed by each person was only about 1/10 of that of Jiang Taigong, he felt that it would take at least 20 days to recover.

The superposition of this sense of weakness is too powerful, and every time it consumes a little more, the time required to recover increases dramatically, and it feels like "those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety".

It seems that in the next few days, in addition to the normal cultivation of the Xuankun True Scripture, the Spirit Dragon Fist Method will also have to be reviewed, which will be more conducive to the recovery of the power of the soul.

In the small courtyard, the iron pot was still pestering Zhao Gao to tell him about what happened outside the city.

When Zhao Gao said that more than 30 bandits were waiting outside the city to ambush and kill the two of them, the heart of the iron pot began to stir.

When Zhao Gao said that more than 100 Mongolian soldiers surrounded them and almost gave the order to kill, Tieguo's face was already full of anger.

When Zhao Gao talked about Wutai Timur, Daji, He Lin and others, who were not only not worried but happy to see the fake "Proper Timur" die, the seeds of hatred had taken root in the heart of the iron pot.

And when Zhao Gao said that Gong Qianbai fought at the scene, and the number of people who died in the end reached 58, cold sweat appeared on the iron pot head and back.

In terms of treachery, Zhao Gao can definitely be called a grandmaster-level character, and the incident that is already full of danger is almost like going down to the 18th layer of hell after he tells it, which can definitely make the iron pot unforgettable.

When Gong Qianbai entered the small courtyard, the iron pot had been listening to it for a long time, and he was sighing:

"People say that if they are not of my race, their hearts will be different, and today I understand that two brothers are more likely to fight for family property than enemies!"

That's right! Worldly people often look at the eyes of the mouse, and the things that forget the righteousness of the people happen more than the stars in the sky.

The iron pot can feel this, and it is commendable!

It just so happened that there were some things that had to be reminded of him early.

Gong Qianbai pushed the door in, deliberately straining his face very seriously.

"It's great that Timur can see that. Until now, I don't know which side He Lin is on, and I don't know who the Daji family is plotting against, they are all friends and foes, and to some extent they are more dangerous than Hulu, so they have to be guarded against. ”

When the iron pot saw him coming back, he immediately bounced up from the chair and grabbed Gong Qianbai's arm tightly.

"How? Elder Qiujiang doesn't have any difficulties for you, right? If you tell me, I will intercede, and I will not let you be wronged! ”

Gong Qianbai shook his head tiredly, "Don't worry, Master is not embarrassed for me!" ”

Walking to the side of the bed, Gong Qianbai rolled onto the bed and covered the thin quilt on his body.

"It's just a little tired! I may not be able to accompany the two of you for the past two days, so you can do it yourself! ”

The iron pot hurriedly agreed: "Okay, good! You have a good night's sleep, you can sleep as long as you want, rest assured, no one will disturb you, I will go outside with Zhao Gao! ”

The iron pot pulled Zhao Gao and walked outside, and gently closed the door.

"Where are we going, Tho Timur?"

Zhao Gao was dragged by him all the way, and he was very curious about what he wanted to do first thing after Tuo Timur was out of danger.

But the iron pot did not answer him, all the way to the Buddha in the main hall.

The Buddha statue is tall and majestic, the golden light is shining, and the mystery brought by the chanting sound of the monks in the hall makes the people standing in front of the Buddha suddenly feel small.

Of course, there was no Buddhism in Zhao Gao's time, so Zhao Gao saw this Buddha statue as an ordinary statue.

It's just a work of art.

But the iron pot was very reverent, and when he came to the Buddha, he knelt on the futon respectfully, and told Zhao Gao with a side face:

"We Mongolians worship Buddhism, and after I returned to the city in the morning, I have already prayed in front of the Buddha, and now it is time to come and repay my vows!"

Then put your hands together, close your eyes to the Buddha statue, and chant the words in your mouth:

"The Buddha is above! Thank you Buddha for blessing the little monk Guangji and Zhao Gao to return safe and sound, and I will rebuild the Dayuan Temple in the coming day, so that the Dayuan Temple will become the first Buddhist temple in the south to worship my Buddha ......"

The rambling chase made Zhao Gao next to him quite speechless.

Whether you want to live or want to be an emperor, you don't want to rely on yourself to work hard, but you come to worship this Buddha, it's really!

If it were the First Emperor of the year, he would not have been able to do such a thing anyway, because in the heart of the First Emperor, he himself is a god.

As a result, 1,500 years have passed, and the world has become like this, and the beautiful rivers and mountains are not only occupied by foreign races, but also people up and down believe in ghosts and gods.

What a descendant of the unscrupulous!

But this iron pot pulls himself into the Buddha hall, or there are more ingredients to buy people's hearts, but he is not completely convinced of ghosts and gods.

This little northern Tartar, although small, is much heavier than the scheming of ordinary teenagers.

He is a fun-loving person, and he is at the age of playfulness, but he can restrain his playfulness in order to win over the people around him, and he can't be underestimated.!

It's a pity that he can see through him at a glance, but he may never see the true appearance of his Zhao Gao ancestor.

"I can't let him practice power art anymore, the more scheming Timur is, the more difficult it will be to control it in the future. It makes sense for the owner to help me copy it, so I have to let him play well and let him like this wonderful world! ”

Zhao Gao was vigilant in his heart, and he also understood his important role better.

After the iron pot kowtowed and stood up, Zhao Gao put his mouth to his ear and whispered:

"Proper Timur, now there is no one in the Dayuan Temple to stop you, as long as you are not out of Lingui County, you can go out of the Dayuan Temple at any time to play, I tell you, there are all kinds of fun and delicious food on the street outside, and there are many jugglers, it's a pity not to go and see!"

The iron pot looked embarrassed, "You and Guangji just ......"

"Oops! It's gone, so don't mention it again! Besides, we are brothers, and we should do these things! I still have some money on me, I'll take you out for a delicious ......"