Chapter 78 Wang Lixia’s Relics
“Does the defensive array count?”
This is what Chen Mo cares about most.
"That's natural!"
Chen Mo looked at the other party with an expression on his face that seemed to be hesitating, but in his heart he scolded the other party!
The number sixty taels was neither too much nor too little. It happened to be the number left after selling all the grain in the previous two days. It was obvious that the other party wanted to squeeze him dry.
Whether it is rebuilding or renovating a wooden house or building a chicken coop, these tasks can be done by craftsmen in the secular world, and the total cost may not cost a few dollars.
But now?
In other words, a joint defense formation costs sixty taels of spiritual sand. The price is sky-high!
Cut it in half and it’s still almost the same!
"Here... Shopkeeper Wei, for the 60 taels of spiritual sand left over from the past two days, I bought 12 Bigu Pills, plus I still need to practice. Do you think you can get a discount?"
At this time, he could Don't be taken advantage of.
At this time, the other party was obviously unhappy: "Discount? Tell me, how much spiritual sand is there?"
Chen Mo took the sachet from his arms and filled it with 30 taels of spiritual sand: “That’s all.”
“40 taels, no more!”
"Then we have to forget it." Chen Mo spread his hands with a helpless expression.
After some push and pull between the two, Wei Wuwei finally compromised and 30 Liang Lingsha accepted the wooden house renovation plan.
This is just like falling in love. Whoever needs this spiritual sand more will be more likely to compromise.
Chen Mo doesn’t care, the worst he can do is raise a few chickens!
The two parties discussed it and finally decided to renovate it on the original site of Chen Mo’s wooden house.
Now, two choices were before him, either to live in Fangshi or to live in another wooden house!
Logically speaking, Wei Wuwei would have thought that the other party would choose the former, but he did not expect that the other party would choose to live in another wooden house.
The wooden house is very close to the original address, almost across the field.
After opening up the permissions, Chen Mo finally opened the door that had often knocked a few years ago!
That’s right!
This house was originally Wang Lixia's residence.
This old monk was the first Ling Zhifu to lend a helping hand to him after he traveled through time!
In the end, he died in the Immortal Cave because he chose to continue his life.
Enter the house, just like his room, it has four bare walls.
However, compared with Chen Mo's casualness and simplicity, the other party's house has a more life-like atmosphere.
On the wooden bed facing the door, the original red mattress had turned white, and the kettle on the table had become rusty.
Along the corner, there are three flower pots. The plants in the flower pots have completely withered.
As early as three years ago, Chen Mo secretly promised the other party to build a tomb for her. However, after the other party's spiritual field belonged to Xiao Changhua, this idea could only be shelved.
Now, I finally entered this room.
He plans to fulfill his original wish!
Although Wang Lixia is old, she lives an orderly life and can be regarded as a person who loves life.
Chen Mo placed several Tsing Yi Taoist robes hanging on the wall on the bed, took out her other clothes from the wooden frame at the head of the bed, and then wrapped them into a ball with a quilt.
Just when he was about to put the package into the storage ring, suddenly a delicate jade box about half a foot square fell out!
"Is this?"
Chen Mo was a little surprised.
But he still couldn't restrain his curiosity and put the jade box on the table.
After thinking for a moment, he chose to open it.
Suddenly, a crystal light flashed inside!
Jewelry!
Bracelets, necklaces, pendants, etc. Chen Mo recognized these at a glance as jewelry from the secular world.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but smile.
No matter how old you are, who has never been young?
The moment he closed the lid, he vaguely saw paper at the bottom of the jade box from the corner of his eye. He heard a "pop" and opened it again!
I reached out to get it, and sure enough, I found an ancient book under a box of jewelry!
With a clattering sound, Chen Mo took it out.
The ancient book is only half a finger thick, and its cover has turned completely yellow and smells musty.
Open the cover, and the three words [Wang Lixia] are written in Juanxiu handwriting on the title page.
Chen Mo flipped through it casually. It was not the secret books on exercises and spells that he was expecting. What was recorded in them were all Wang Lixia's experiences in farming and practicing over the years.
After browsing through it in a hurry, there is not much useful information in it.
But there was an article that caught her attention!
[Insect plague, insect plague]
[The insect plague is actually a conspiracy, it is Ziyun Peak, oh! No, it was Qingyang Sect’s conspiracy to control Ling Zhifu. 】
[According to observations, the so-called major disaster in ten years has swept across the entire Qingyang Sect. Judging from the time...]
The more Chen Mo looked at it, the more he frowned.
Wang Lixia speculates that the so-called insect disaster is actually not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster!
She has been observing for many years. Although "ten" is an overview, it is not without traces.
These aphids will sweep through the entire first-level spiritual field of Qingyang Sect within "ten" years, and the cycle will repeat every ten years.
Of course, it is impossible for Wang Lixia to tell anyone such speculation.
She knew very well that once word got out, she would be killed!
Therefore, I can only write it down in my farming experience.
After Chen Mo read it, he felt a sigh of relief!
Perhaps this is the most helpless thing for her!
Obviously knowing that the insect plague was a man-made disaster, and understanding that this was Qingyang Sect’s conspiracy to control Ling Zhifu, he still had to work in the wilderness year after year in order to make a living.
"Conspiracy, conspiracy."
Chen Mo smiled mockingly.
What if I knew it was a conspiracy?
In addition to trying our best to protect ourselves from the insect plague, can we also go to those powerful foundation-builders to try our best?
He sighed, and just like Wang Lixia, he buried this secret deep in his heart.
Then the jade box and cloth bag were packed together and prepared to be buried together in the tomb.
Chen Mo walked out of the door and came to the woods on the way to Fangshi. The place looked primitive and the land had not yet been cultivated, but it might be because of insufficient spiritual veins.
I found a secluded place, dug a huge pit, and buried everything Wang Lixia had used during her lifetime. Then I cut a wooden sign, used cinnabar as ink, and wrote: The grave of my friend Wang Lixia.
No signature.
Chen Mo knows that dust will return to dust and dust will return to dust in the end.
Unless you live forever, death and disappearance are the final destination of all people.
After fulfilling his wish, Chen Mo suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. He returned to the house and picked up the four spiritual chickens from the field before dark.
He just took a futon and then began to meditate.
Realm and longevity are the lifelong pursuit of practitioners!
……
The next day, Chen Mo’s cabin was demolished.
A group of craftsmen who were recruited from nowhere were busy cutting down fells and laying bricks.
Even though it’s winter now, I still persevere despite the cold.
They moved very quickly. In less than a month, a house with a brick and wood structure that was three or four times larger than the previous one was built!
(End of this chapter)