After a little more incense or so, a vast square appeared in front of it, surrounded by dozens of paths and streets, apparently leading in all directions of the city. In the center of the square, there is a building with green tiles and red walls, which resembles a temple.

At this moment, a group of monks came out of the streets and walked towards the building in the center of the square. Most of these people had three or four storage bags around their waists, and as they walked forward, they looked with wary eyes at the people who came out in the rest of the directions. The monks who came here were more than the ones they had met before.

Seeing the many monks in front of him who had different identities and came from different backgrounds and were wary of each other, Mo Chong breathed a sigh of relief. There are so many people, if that huge face wants to ignore them, at least it won't be without the power to fight back. Immediately, Mo Chong, like the other monks, walked unhurriedly towards the temple building in the center of the square.

Be quiet. It was quiet.

Although dozens of people were walking towards the temple building in the center of the square, not a single one spoke, and even the monks, who were clearly in groups, were silent to each other. Mo Chong, who was originally going to ask others about the situation here, could only swallow the words back when he saw the situation of everyone. He knew that even if he asked, most people would not pay attention.

After half a cup of tea, Mo Chong came to the temple building. Inside the temple building is a large, empty hall. There were more than twenty monks standing in the hall, including the yellow-robed man who had just ambushed Mo Chong and the man in the infant Confucian shirt that Mo Chong had met before.

The people in the temple building were obviously not interested in the new monk, but they all stared at a white jade platform the size of a tabletop and more than half a person high in the middle of the field. On the stone platform, there are white bones that are whiter than the white jade platform.

As soon as I saw the white bones on the white jade platform. Mo Chong immediately thought of the small phalanx in his hand. And those monks who entered with Mo Chong's front and back feet. Some people stepped forward. He took out various bone parts from his bosom and used them to piece together the bones on the white jade platform.

'What the hell is going on?' Seeing the situation in front of him, Mo Chong frowned, and suddenly raised his feet and walked behind the yellow-robed man who had shot at him just now and whispered, "Hey." ”

Although Mo Chong's voice was low, the field was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard. The yellow-robed man was suddenly taken aback, and when he turned around and saw Mo Chong behind him, his face suddenly became even more ugly. He also lowered his voice and said, "It's you!It's all here, what else do you want!?"

Mo Chong smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm not here to trouble you." I just wanted to ask, do you still want that double-edged axe? That thing seems to be your natal magic weapon. ”

The yellow-robed man's face changed a few times, and he said, "What do you want!?"

Mo Chong smiled and said, "It's very simple, as long as you answer me a few questions, I'll return that thing to you immediately." "The double-edged axe is the natal magic weapon of the yellow-robed man. When the master is still alive, it is very difficult to keep this natal magic weapon for himself. Even if it does, it will greatly reduce the power of the magic weapon. Mo Chong simply took it out to exchange information.

When the yellow-robed man heard Mo Chong's words, he hesitated a little and said, "Is this true?"

Mo Chong smiled, flipped his palm directly, took out the natal magic weapon of the yellow-robed man, handed over the shrunken double-edged sharp axe, and said, "Now, can you believe it?"

The yellow-robed man saw the double-edged sharp axe in Mo Chong's hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand, grabbed the shrunken double-edged sharp axe, and said, "You ask." ”

"What the hell is this place?" Mo Chong immediately asked the question he was most concerned about.

The yellow-robed man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he didn't seem to expect Mo Chong to ask this question. After a long while, he said: "The deep pool above our heads is called Yingyue Lake." For this place below Yingyue Lake, there is really no name. It's just that some people call this incident 'Jiazi Society', and when they come to participate in this event, they call it 'Jiazi Society'. ”

"Jiazihui?" Mo Chong frowned.

The yellow-robed man nodded and said, "This place only opens once every sixty years. Sixty years is a Jiazi, so it is called Jiazihui. ”

Mo Chong was silent for a moment, and then said, "What is this Jiazi going to do? You all seem to have a lot of things on you." ”

The yellow-robed man was stunned again when he heard this, and said, "You...... You don't know? So why are you here?"

Mo Chong's expression turned cold and said, "Now I'm asking you a question." ”

The yellow-robed man nodded and said, "Yes." Now it's the Taoist friends who are asking questions. After speaking, he muttered again: "I don't know the purpose of this meeting, so I don't think I have anything on my body...... Lin Daoyou, Cheng Daoyou, you two died unjustly......"

Mo Chong frowned, and was about to open his mouth to ask, when he suddenly heard a deep man's voice in his ear: "Who else has a phalanx in your hand? Take it out!" The one who spoke was the man in the Confucian shirt of the Yuan Infant Stage, and he was also the only Yuan Infant Stage monk in the field, he was standing in front of the white jade platform, and his tone was quite displeased.

It turned out that at the moment when Mo Chong was talking to the yellow-robed man, the skeleton on the white jade platform in the field had been basically pieced together, and only a small phalanx was missing.

The missing phalanx bone is on Mo Chong's body. Since everyone took out the white bones in their hands, there must be no drawbacks, Mo Chong immediately stepped forward, took out the finger bones in his hands, offered them with both hands, and said: "Yes, the thing is on the junior, and the junior is negligent for a while......"

When the man in the Confucian shirt saw that it was Mo Chong who came out, his face softened, and he said, "Oh, it turned out to be you, and you arrived safely." As he spoke, he reached out and twisted the phalanges in Mo Chong's hand and put them on the white jade platform.

It was magical, just after the phalanx bone in Mo Chong's hand was placed on the platform. The blood of the bones that had been pieced together flashed with blood, and they began to grow meridians, flesh, skin, and even clothes rapidly. Finally, a handsome man dressed in white appeared in front of everyone, and his appearance was the same huge human face that had appeared above the city.

"Everybody, it's hard work. I'm not going to talk nonsense, let's get started. After the handsome man glanced at everyone, he said this lightly, and sat down cross-legged on the white jade platform.

The man in the Confucian shirt was even more polite, and as soon as the handsome man said this, he immediately grabbed a large handful of storage bags from his arms, and then stood aside.

The handsome man reached out and grabbed the storage bags one by one, opened them to check, and then nodded, his lips moved slightly, as if he was whispering, and said something to the man in the Confucian shirt. The man in the Confucian shirt also moved his lips slightly, and replied with something. The two of them just asked and answered, and after a while, the man in the Confucian shirt bowed to the handsome man, turned around and walked out of the temple building. He took out a lot of things, as if they were just to exchange a few words from the handsome man. (To be continued......)