MTL - Look In the Mirror-v2 Chapter 680 only give away

  Chapter 680 Only give away, not sell

  Mu Hongye is very satisfied with the reaction of the congregation.

  Its heart is available!

  In his view, the Ghost Sect still has a strong foundation, and it still has the power to fight against the Shasheng Temple.

  However, the ghost left envoy behind him lowered his head, his face was ashen.

  He has suffered a lot, and he never wants to face those evil monks in Shasheng Temple~

  Under the high platform, the envoy of the copper bell was wearing a tall paper hat, and there was a yellow talisman on his face. His facial features were blackened, and he couldn't see any expression.

  The red training envoy opposite him is another extreme, posing with a head, and being intimate with the red snake in his hand, which arouses the hearts of all the disciples.

  He Cangwu raised his head subconsciously, just in time to meet the eyes of Jing Congling who was opposite, and the two of them had their own ghosts in their hearts.

  They are people who have actually dealt with Shasheng Temple.

   Others don't say it, just killing the Buddha alone makes people feel that his strength is unfathomable.

   This point, Jing Congling felt even more.

  Before at the competition competition, she secretly reached a cooperation with Shasheng Temple under the instruction of her master.

  The result was really unexpected.

  Especially her master Chilian Venerable seems to have an inexplicable relationship with Shasheng Temple.

   In contrast, the reason why He Cangwu on the other side is so afraid of Shasheng Temple and Shasheng Buddha is because of the Southern Kingdom,

  Mr. Hongdou has warned himself more than once that the man who killed the Buddha is a man of destiny.

  Unless you are tired of work, you will want to confront the other party~

  Thinking of this, He Cangwu glanced at the leader's face inadvertently, why did he look a little black in the hall~

  No matter what others do, He Cangwu has already made up his mind.

  One word 'gou'!

   Must live on.

  Not only do you have to hang on, but you also have to tell Mr. Hongdou to give him advice and an extra protection.

   Mu Hongye was full of joy.

  At this moment, he seemed to have seen himself turning the tide and making a strong appearance with the Ghost Cult.

  However, even if the Ghost Sect found the big tree of the Huangquan Sect, he also understood his situation.

  Bringing the Huangquan Sect into southern Xinjiang, it is hard to say whether it is to drive away the tigers and eat the wolves or to lure the wolves into the house.

   But in any case, the status of Ghost Cult is not comparable to what it is now.

  Thinking of this, he already had an idea.

  …

  Southern Border, Lihuo Town.

  It got its name because it is at the southernmost tip of the Eight Wastelands.

  The reason why it is truly world-famous is that there is one of the three hidden temples hidden in the mountains not far from the town, the 'Sasheng Temple'.

  A long time ago, Shasheng Temple was not yet closed to the mountain, and the monks in the temple often came down the mountain for alms.

  But since the temple was closed and the mountain was closed two hundred years ago, the group of Buddhas was rarely seen in the town.

  Until a few years ago, Southern Xinjiang was full of blood.

  The Shasheng Temple reappeared, and the town became lively.

  Especially in the newly established Wulu Chanyuan of Shasheng Temple, the disciples in it are all lay disciples.

  Compared to the other five Buddhist monasteries, Wulu Chanyuan is relatively free, and lay disciples often go down the mountain to buy supplies.

  So after a long time, this small town that had been cold for two hundred years became warm again.

  Early in the morning, Chen Dong took a few juniors down the mountain to buy supplies.

  The Wulu Chanyuan is established with mechanism techniques, and mechanism techniques consume the most materials.

  So they will go down the mountain to buy supplies every once in a while.

   "Brother~ There is a grocery store in front, don't forget the sealant that my uncle asked us to buy."

  Chen Dong began to show his talent in cultivation after going up the mountain.

  In just a few years, he has become a veritable senior brother of Wulu Chanyuan.

   "Well, don't worry."

   "Let's split into two groups. Brother Hu, you take the youngest brother and brother Zhang to buy wax paint, wooden barrels, ropes, etc."

   "Junior Li followed me, let's go to the timber market to see if there is any good timber."

   After finishing speaking, Chen Dong divided the material sheet in his hand into two, kept half for himself, and gave half to Junior Brother Hu.

   "After two hours, let's meet at the mutton restaurant in front."

  As soon as they heard that there was something delicious, all the disciples' eyes lit up and they said in unison: "Yes!"

  So a wave of people and soldiers divided into two groups, and the disciple surnamed Hu led the two to continue moving forward.

  Chen Dong took the remaining disciple and changed direction.

  Wulu Chanyuan is famous for its mechanical skills, and its demand for wood, metal, etc. is naturally extremely high.

  Especially high-quality wood can directly affect the quality of the organs.

  So every time they go down the mountain, the disciples of Wulu Chanyuan will come to the wood market to have a look.

  If you see good wood, you will never let it go.

   "Yo! Mr. Chen has gone down the mountain!"

  As the elder brother of Wulu Chanyuan, Chen Dong often leads the team down the mountain.

  So most of the merchants at the foot of the mountain know this young man with scars on his face.

  Knowing that although he looks fierce, he is a reasonable and good man.

  Generally, if there is any good wood, it will be kept for him.

   "Everyone, I haven't seen you for a few days. How is business?"

   After Chen Dong exchanged pleasantries with everyone, his eyes suddenly brightened.

  But I found a good piece of wood in the corner.

  The inheritance of the Wulu Chanyuan is mechanism art, so it is natural to learn various materials before learning mechanism art.

  Especially some precious materials among them should be firmly kept in mind.

   And the wood that Chen Dong saw at a glance at this time was ready to come out in his mind.

  ‘Cloud paulownia wood is rare, with a clear green body and a faint fragrance. It is said that the wood where blue birds live is infiltrated by immortal energy and naturally secretes tung oil. It is used to build organs and is not easy to wear and tear. At the same time, the wood itself is not afraid of flames. '

  Good wood, good wood.

   This wood looks only half a foot thick, not as thick as an adult's thigh, but even so, it is already an extremely rare material.

  It is most suitable for moving parts, because it will secrete tung oil, so it can minimize wear and tear.

  Chen Dong stepped forward, and he really smelled a fragrance. He stretched out his hand and touched the green wooden body. He could feel the greasy touch, which was undoubtedly the secreted tung oil.

   This was the first time he saw such a rare wood.

   After confirming that the wood in front of him was Yuntong wood, Chen Dong couldn't help looking at the owner of the wood.

  It was a middle-aged man with a sad face, holding a jet-black dry bong in his hand, and was smoking vigorously.

  When Chen Dong saw this, he couldn't help but feel happy.

  He often comes to this timber market, and this is the first time he sees a timber worker smoking dry tobacco.

  Generally speaking, lumberjacks often walk in the forest, and the most taboo thing is Mars. Even if they usually eat, they eat raw food.

   Not to mention smoking dry tobacco.

  This fully shows that the middle-aged man in front of him does not eat logging.

  Looking at the attire, it looks like a hunter.

   "Shopkeeper, this wood is really rare."

  Chen Dong made a conversation on purpose, but he didn't think about it. The man just smoked and didn't hear him at all.

   As a last resort, he leaned close to the man's ear and coughed heavily twice.

  Who knew that guy was weird, he raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Dong, then lowered his head to smoke again: "Wood is not for sale."

   "Not for sale?"

  Chen Dong was dumbfounded.

  You don’t sell wood, what are you doing in the timber market?

   "Wood is not sold, only given away."

  (end of this chapter)