The old beggar saw that the shopkeeper and the man had gone out, so he looked at the private room.

Although mortals don't know the immortal law, and their lifespan is only about 100 years, they are really ingenious, and the private room is arranged to be as good as the restaurant in the city of those cultivators.

On the walls of the private room hung several framed embroideries, which must have come from the hands of a maiden, and the sight of these embroideries was like seeing the budding flowers and bones.

These tables and chairs in the private room are also made by skillful carpenters, and a few green potted plants add a little life to the private room.

Squeak!

The door of the private room was pushed open, and several men each held a wooden plate, which was full of tempting meals, and the men quickly placed the food on the table.

"Master, the dishes are ready, you use it slowly, you can call small at any time if you need anything!"

A few men said respectfully to the old beggar who had already picked up the chopsticks, and then walked out, quietly closing the door of the private room, for fear that the noise outside would disturb the distinguished guest.

When the old beggar saw that the man had gone out, he immediately put down his chopsticks, stretched out two pairs of dirty hands full of wrinkles and dirt, and grabbed the leg of lamb from the whole roasted lamb.

Tear and pull!

A roasted golden leg of lamb was torn off by the old beggar, who couldn't wait to nibble on it, and did not forget to pick up the wine jar next to it and pour it into his mouth.

"It's so cool, it's enjoyable!"

The old beggar wiped the oil on his shirt casually, picked up his chopsticks, and attacked the other dishes.

......

"Everyone work hard, dig hard!"

The gang leader was sweating profusely, threw up his sleeves and wiped it casually, gave an order, picked up the hoe again, and dug down vigorously.

Several of the gang leader's subordinates dug with hoes, and a few used shovels to put the excavated soil into bamboo baskets that they didn't know where they bought.

When the basket is filled with mud, someone will lift the basket and walk towards the outside of the ruined temple.

After a while, one of his subordinates walked in with a wooden bucket, followed by a companion carrying a large cloth bag of steamed buns.

"Helper, it's time to eat!"

This subordinate opened the lid of the wooden barrel, took out a few delicious dishes, and beckoned the mahjong master to eat.

......

At this time, it was very deep from the broken temple, and deep underground, there were several divine thoughts intertwined, and they were quickly communicating something.

"Don't worry, a group of mortals want to dig up a treasure vault, they won't be able to dig here for a few lifetimes!"

"Hey, it's better to be careful, for a long time, I'm afraid that other fellow Daoists will enter the hole they dug and discover the place we are guarding!"

"Alright, continue to meditate!"

......

"Shopkeeper, check out!"

The old beggar shouted loudly at the table full of empty plates, empty bowls, and roasted whole sheep with only bones left.

"Master, a total of 50 taels of silver!"

A word from the shopkeeper came from outside the private room, and within a while, the shopkeeper came to the private room.

"Master, you have such a good appetite!"

The shopkeeper was surprised when he saw that all the meals had bottomed out.

"This is a thousand taels of silver tickets!"

The old beggar took out a silver ticket with a denomination of one thousand taels from his sleeve and threw it on the table.

"Master, wait a minute, I'll go find you 950 taels of silver!"

"No need to look for it, the rest of the money, I will tell you to do something!"

"Master, you command!"

"When I entered the store, I called that guy of yours to go home, and then make some meat every day and send it outside the ruined temple!"

After the old beggar finished speaking, he held on to the table and stood up tremblingly, and the shopkeeper immediately ran over and helped the old beggar, for fear that the old beggar would suddenly fall to the ground and blackmail him for a sum of money.

"I'll do it, don't worry!"

The shopkeeper helped the old beggar to the door of the store, and watched the old beggar walk slowly in the direction of the ruined temple, and he couldn't guess why the old beggar had so much money.

......

"Dad, you're back?"

Holding a big steamed bun, the Ma gang leader who was swallowing down with his eyes rolled his eyes, suddenly saw the "father" who walked into the broken temple, and immediately greeted excitedly and loudly.

"Well, son, how are you digging!"

The old beggar walked into the ruined temple, half-leaned against the wall of the ruined temple, and asked slowly.

"Dad, I've dug a few meters deep!"

The mahjong gang leader looked at his father and asked him how deep he had dug, and his face was suddenly full of guilt, feeling like a child who had done something wrong and couldn't face his old father.

"Well, don't worry, you worked hard, Dad helped you order food, you don't have to buy food in the future, dig hard during the day, and rest at night!"

The old beggar commanded the gang leader and a group of men.

"Okay, Dad, you rest, we'll continue digging after eating!"

The mahjong gang leader bit the cold steamed bun with a big mouthful, and rolled his eyes from time to time, probably choking on the steamed bun.

......

"This damn old man, if you can't do it, let's kill him secretly!"

In the treasure dungeon of Mr. Ba, one of the divine thoughts churned violently, and said to the other old men with divine thoughts.

"Have you forgotten the Ancestor's orders? The Ancestor said that as long as no one enters the formation to cover up the aura, you can't pay attention to it!"

"From today onwards, turn off the Heavenly Ear Divine Power, don't listen to the words on the ground!"

A divine thought that was more condensed than other divine thoughts suddenly spoke, and suddenly all the old men withdrew their divine thoughts.

......

Time flies, two years have passed!

The old beggar looked even older, and felt that he might die of old age at any moment.

Sometimes the mahjong gang leader will shed tears when he sees his old "father", I don't know why, the mahjong gang leader is very reluctant to his father, and he wants to live like this with his father all the time.

In the past two years, the Ma gang leaders have gone through eating and sleeping, and have gone all out to dig a hole in the east direction of the broken temple, and after two years of unremitting efforts, the hole dug out has been dozens of miles deep.

The old beggar who transformed Tian Dazhuang's zombie deity knew that it was still far away, far away, from the treasure dungeon of Mr. Ba, because these dozens of miles were dug diagonally, and mortals could not dig down in a straight line.

In the past two years, the battle between the Flying Immortal Sect and the Heavenly Dao Alliance has reached a white-hot stage, and the disciples are not fighting several times a day, and the hearts of both sides are uncomfortable.

The immortal cultivation clone has always made Gong Lao pay attention to the war, and every day's latest news will be sent to Gong Lao by the people on both sides who have crossed or eaten the Soul Seal Pill before, and Gong Lao sorted out the messy news and passed it to Tian Dazhuang's immortal cultivation clone.

However, Batu was transferred to the place where the treasure was hidden, and Ba Fu no longer had the internal response to pay attention to the governor of Ba, and he didn't know what bad things the chief Ba had been doing recently.

On the side of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, the young man surnamed Chang used the Soul Seal Pill to control many Gongzi Brothers, and some important news came from the mouths of the newly controlled Gongzi Brothers.

The top level of the Heavenly Dao Alliance has recently been planning a major event that can destroy the Flying Immortal Sect, but as for what the specific plan is, it is unknown.