Still at the third watch, Zhao Rong set off, rushed to the rented inn next to the south gate of Luojing, changed his clothes, brought a dry food, and rushed to the Chongxuguan of Taibai Mountain before the hour of Yin, and then copied the scriptures in the Lingguan Hall all day, and until sunset, and waited for the Taoist priests to finish the evening class, they handed in the scriptures, and returned with the tiredness of the day.

When he returned to his residence at night, while eating the osmanthus cake made by Su Xiaoxiao for him, he wrote down the details of the day's memory and the loopholes that he felt had an opportunity on a blank piece of paper, and carefully scrutinized it.

In the past few days, Zhao Rong has been such a work and rest time, although it is boring and difficult, but it is a last resort, I heard Lin Wenruo say that Qingjingzi is a golden pill cultivation, if he also has a golden pill, then just grab it directly.

But at present, he does not have such a strong strength, so he can only outwit it, and under the existing conditions, he will try his best to plan step by step.

Through the observation of the latent scripture copying in the past few days, the work and rest time of the Taoist priests of the Lingguan Hall have been roughly clarified.

At the moment of Yin, the Taoist temple rings the bell and opens quietly, the Taoist priest gets up, eats fasting, and rushes to the main hall before three minutes.

From the fourth quarter of the hour to the fourth quarter of the hour, an hour of time, the morning class is held in the Lingguan Palace, and the eyes are closed and the scriptures are recited.

After the morning class, all the Taoist priests dispersed, and there were only three blue-clothed core Taoist priests left, four black-clothed ordinary Taoist priests, and four little Taoist priests in the Lingguan Palace, and eleven people stayed in the hall almost all day, either meditating and cultivating, or receiving pilgrims.

At noon, it took about two quarters of an hour to go to the dining hall to eat, but the Taoist priests in the hall did not go together, but three blue-clothed Taoist priests stayed, and the remaining Taoist priests brought food back from the dining hall and let them eat it at the back door of the main hall.

From the fourth quarter of the Shen hour to the fourth quarter of the unitary hour, the group of Taoist priests who had done the morning class in the morning returned to the Lingguan Hall for the evening class.

After four o'clock, the exterior was closed, and Zhao Rong had to stop copying the scriptures and go out with everyone.

However, Zhao Rong did not expect badly, there was indeed a blue-clothed Taoist priest left behind in the Lingguan Hall at night, and one day he deliberately delayed for a while, and before being urged out of the hall, he caught a glimpse of the blue-clothed Taoist priest who came to change his guard.

However, it is worth noting that although the time for the blue-clothed Taoist priest to change his guard in the morning is at one o'clock in the morning, the night vigil Taoist priests of many halls, including the Lingguan Palace, will leave the hall in advance at four o'clock, that is, when the left-behind Taoist priest in the day rushes to the main hall to start the morning class, they will leave the hall in advance, leaving only one blue-clothed Taoist priest in the hall to take the morning class, and everyone else went to the stargazing tower in the southeast corner of the appearance, waiting for the breakfast brought by the Taoist boy under the mountain.

That's what I saw on the first day.

Zhao Rong thought carefully, dipped the brush in the inkstone in his hand, and continued to write and stop.

From the fourth quarter to the fourth hour, looking at the defense of the palace throughout the day, this is a period of the weakest window of the guard.

At this time, although there were many Taoist priests in the Lingguan Palace, there were very few existences that threatened him.

The only blue-clothed old Taoist left in the hall is taking the lead in chanting with his eyes closed, and the same is true of the morning Taoist priest behind him, and in addition to the pilgrims and the good men who bow their heads to copy the scriptures, the only ones who really threaten themselves in the Lingguan Hall are the four little Taoist children on the left and right sides of the hall, and the white-haired old Taoist priest who receives the pilgrims.

Oh yes, and the cleaning handymen.

These handymen did not see them when they came late on the first day, but when they entered the temple early to copy the scriptures a few days later, they found that there was a handyman who took advantage of the lack of pilgrims in the morning to clean the temple during the morning class......

Zhao Rong in front of the desk, the hand holding the pen suddenly stopped.

Wait, I seem to have seen a handyman wipe the table in front of the statue of the god when the tribute ritual was placed, and touched the Thunder Purple Gold Furnace.

Zhao Rong put down his pen, walked slowly to the window, frowned slightly, and his eyes were unfocused on the cliff carving hidden in the darkness on the horizon.

The previous general idea was to mix in the pilgrims during the day, take advantage of their loopholes, and skillfully take away the Thunder Ni Purple Gold Furnace, but in this way, he would face the danger of being discovered by many pilgrims, and he was not a Taoist person, but he went to move the tribute ritual on the table, which was really attention-grabbing, not to mention the difficulty of taking it out of the main hall.

This method is really too dangerous...... But what if this handyman is used?

Zhao Rong's brows stretched, he roughly thought about it in his heart, turned around and went back to the table, after sorting out his things, he went out directly, at this time it was not the third watch, he was tired for a day and did not rest, but at this time there was a feasible plan in his heart, and his spirit was quite excited, so he couldn't sleep, and rushed to rush to the void early.

When Zhao Rong came to the market at the foot of Taibai Mountain, about a moment of ugliness, it was still early for the Taoist priest to ring the bell and get up, he followed the memory of yesterday, passed through the houses and came to an ordinary courtyard in the northeast corner of the market.

Zhao Rong went down the mountain yesterday evening and followed the four little Taoist boys on duty in the Lingguan Hall all the way, and learned where they lived.

At the moment, it was quiet in the dead of night, but Zhao Rong saw that there was a room in the courtyard that was still lit, so he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, came to the window lightly, stabbed the paper window with his index finger, and looked inside, and saw two children in the house shirtless, sitting at the head of the bed, lighting an oil lamp, and looking down to read.

It was the fat Taoist boy who was on duty in the Lingguan Hall during the day and the round-faced companion beside him.

Zhao Rong observed the meeting and found that their expressions were strange, sometimes smirking, sometimes frowning, sometimes eager, sometimes glaring and panting.

After about a quarter of an hour, the two of them suddenly let out a long breath, looked relieved, cleaned up, and blew the lamp to sleep.

In the dark, the two of them were quiet for a while, and suddenly one of them spoke, "Alas, it's too little, why don't you finish reading it...... Nanqing, I will also fight with a sword in Tsing Yi in the future, ride a little donkey, and walk the rivers and lakes! Be a hero who is happy and revenge......"

"Nanxiao, you're so fat, the little donkey won't be able to stand it......"

No wonder he was sleepy during the day, Zhao Rong couldn't help but smile, it turned out to be a hot-blooded young man who stayed up all night to peek at the martial arts romance...... I thought I was doing something else at night, cough, two young heroes, disrespectful and disrespectful.

Zhao Rong went to the house of the other two Taoist boys on duty, quietly observed, and saw that they were breathing long and sleeping, Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

"Gui, do you know how much the Thunder Purple Gold Furnace weighs? ”

"The weight of the Thunder Purple Gold Furnace will change according to its telescopic size, and judging from its current height and width of less than one zhang, it is roughly about ten catties. ”

Zhao Rong remembered that when he saw it for the first time, it was held in his hand by the fat Taoist boy of Nanxiao, presumably it would not be too heavy, and his body in the Golden Stone Stage of the Heavenly Realm should be able to be carried at will.

Zhao Rong nodded silently, he looked around the pitch black, looking for his memory, went to the house where the miscellaneous servants lived, and said casually curiously: "Will the Thunder Purple Gold Furnace expand and shrink arbitrarily?"

"Nonsense, otherwise, with its current small size, you will go to alchemy? It is estimated that it will not even be able to fit the materials. ”

Gui said: "This is not the normal size of the Thunder Neon Purple Gold Furnace, it stands to reason that it should not be this size, because if it is to be alchemy, then the size can at least stuff you into it." And if you want to store it, then it can be held in a fist at the very least, and this size is really strange nowadays. ”

Zhao Rong's expression moved, "After I get close to it, can you store it?"

After thinking about it, "I know what you're thinking, but I can't do it at the moment, but if you can touch it and keep it for half a quarter of an hour, I can borrow your soul power to temporarily gain control of it and help you shrink into a punch." ”

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, your help is the same as nothing, if I can touch it for half a quarter of an hour in a row, what is the difference between it and getting it, at most, on the way to get it, let you store it, and it will be slightly easier for you to run away, just the icing on the cake.

Zhao Rong sighed, he could only rely on himself.

At the end of the day, the Taoist temple bell is quiet, and the market under the mountain gradually becomes lively.

Today is the fourth day that Zhao Rong has copied scriptures in the Lingguan Palace, and there are still five days before the debate between Confucianism and Taoism.

Zhao Rong didn't have much time left.

The Purple Gold Furnace must be obtained!

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PS: There is another shift in the morning.