There is nothing else to be found.

Chu Moyu kicked the corpse and rolled to the burial pit.

Chu Moyu's eyes also glanced at the third-order Taoist priest in the distance from time to time.

After a moment, he turned back to the side of the formation.

Already a cultivator.

The one that should have cleared the customs has been cleared.

The next corpse was carried by Chu Moyu step by step.

There are no more practitioners.

This time passes even more slowly.

No one was broken.

Only the corpse remained motionless, and could not stop laughing.

"Their group of people get in the way, and they always have inexplicable looks."

Chu Moyu picked up the corpse and threw it into the backpack, the familiar movements were precise and in place.

Keep your feet steady.

Not a word.

It's just a boring and boring person and a corpse, tossing back and forth over and over again.

A few hours passed, and Chu Moyu was exhausted.

"Why doesn't the Dao Sect use magic to incinerate these corpses for a second?"

Daomen should feel that more people are involved, so that more people know that Daomen never uses magic to do irrelevant things.

There are so many people in the world, there are so many idlers, and it is also excellent to reward these idlers with an upward channel.

Chu Moyu's understanding of this world is still limited, and at such an age, it is inevitable that he is active, suspicious, suspicious, nonsense, idle and boring, and loves to scold.

There are many things to do, and the general constitution is a land, and it also helps the empire conquer the New World.

A quenching body also wanted to question the door.

Life is not easy.

Chu Moyu was hungry.

The Daomen can always pinpoint when and where the world needs the Daomen.

The gate opens the barrier on time.

Shed No. 87 has already struck the gong and started eating.

Chu Moyu rushed to the No. 87 shed, many people no longer eat here, those people only received a day's work, the Daomen only sent a day's work to those people, the swordsmiths were gone, maybe the formation didn't need them anymore.

There are also some people who can't do any work, and there are only 300 people eating in the smoky shack, but now there are 70 or 80 people eating at a glance.

There are special rewards for today's meal.

I heard the horse breeder next to him say: "The special reward approved by the Shinto Academy, everyone in each shed can get a bottle of first-order high-grade elixir, as well as a Dao bead."

The person on the other side said: "Yes, I heard that the Shinto Temple is setting off fireworks to celebrate at the moment, and when they encounter some great happy event, they are blowing the flute, and even the old masters of the Taoist Gate are called to celebrate together."

Chu Moyu listened more or less and was more or less skeptical.

"It seems that there are your relatives among the disciples of the Daomen." Chu Moyu chewed on the silkworm fish.

Yes, they all have relatives in the Daomen.

Seven outer door disciples brought eight boxes of pills and distributed them to each worker along the way, and at this moment, the seven outer door disciples who came over were holding a plate of Dao door beads.

Beads were also distributed to everyone.

Chu Moyu is no longer very rare for these things, but for those who have just started to carry corpses for the Daomen, they are happy to descend from the sky, looking at their appearance with grinning teeth.

Chu Moyu was full of wine and food and was about to leave.

An old Taoist master walked over.

Chu Moyu listened and watched the disciples outside the Dao Gate bow.

"Respectfully, the old master of Qingrong in five volumes."

"Who is he, the old master of that sect, I haven't heard of it, I shouldn't be the one who beat me."

Chu Moyu hurriedly hid in the crowd and looked at him from afar.

Purple and black robe, other accessories on his body, the cane in his hand is chic and flowers are blooming, and the crutches hang down a green thread strung with five volumes of documents.

"He doesn't have a small stick in his hand, so it shouldn't be him."

"It turns out that he is five volumes, and his status should be quite high."

The old master of the five volumes of Qingrong doesn't look old, why is his hair not gray, didn't he live for seven or eight hundred years, there is no reason.

Five rolls of Elder Qingrong's hair were jet black, and he went into battle without makeup.

There are no wrinkles, and there is a fight with the village chief.

"The village chief is too, he has lived for two hundred and thirty years, and his appearance is also a middle-aged man, it seems that the pills that Daomen gave to the village chief for free have worked all these years."

"What is he doing here?"

The five-volume Qingrong old master typed the documents in his hand and read them.

"One star, one bar, one door, outside the door, Sutong, it's hard to allow, He Bai."

The three men stepped forward.

Elder Qingrong glanced at them and continued to read.

"Two-star four-bar door worker, Zhang Zike, it's empty, Han Tuxian."

The three men also stepped forward.

Chu Moyu was also relieved a lot when he heard this, they were all people who were going to a higher level, naturally he had nothing to do, he must have been called to do some kind of coolie, and naturally there was no oil and water to fish.

Old Master Qingrong continued to read.

"Five-star two-bar door worker, step forest, royal house, Ke Weiwu."

The three men stepped forward.

The old master Qingrong said: "Nine people go with me, and the rest of them have their own duties, don't make noise."

"Finally looking forward to him leaving."

Only then did Chu Moyu leave and return to the side of the formation.