as expected.

Just returned to the orphanage.

The moment the door was closed, Xu Sanniang immediately pulled out the broom beside the courtyard door.

At dusk.

The screams of the thin monkey rang out from the orphanage.

…

It's been half a month since the last incident.

Granny Qing didn't say anything.

A gentleman deceives others.

Tu Shanjun was only able to do this because he was sure Granny Qing would abide by her rules.

Of course, even without these, he would not let the Sick Tiger Gang go.

If the culprit is not dead, there will always be endless troubles, and he only needs to get rid of the people who caused the trouble, so that he can save energy, so why not do it.

The Sick Tiger Gang is gone.

There are no new gangs that have emerged to take over Longrongfang.

I don't know if Granny Qing warned them, or if two gang leaders died tragically in a row, which is scary.

Anyway, the evil youths who spontaneously gathered in Longrongfang did not form a force. It was like a big hand smashed the gang to pieces that had just gathered.

Later, I heard from Xu Sanniang that those who came with Grandma Qing that day were some leaders of the local gangs, most of whom had foundation-building skills.

He kept silent about the affairs of the Sick Tiger Gang and warned the people below him not to mess with the orphanage.

In fact, it's okay for ordinary monks, but the scary thing is that he is a demon that even Grandma Qing is afraid of.

If Granny Qing had spoken at that time, they would definitely have taken action to capture and kill the demon cultivator, but unfortunately Granny Qing seemed to have some concerns and did not take action. They could have reported Tu Shanjun to the law enforcement monks of Tianji Mansion, but there would be no benefit.

Today's demonic cultivators are different from ancient demons. Unless they become possessed by demons, ordinary demonic cultivators will only attract people to hate them and stay away from them.

Unless you encounter a monk who defends the Tao, you will brazenly fight against the demonic cultivator.

It's not like Tu Shanjun has never thought about changing his own magical power. If nothing else, he has to cover up when it's time to cover up.

It's just because I'm used to it.

It has been done this way for hundreds of years, how could it suddenly change.

The basic magical power of the soul flag is to collect the soul, and there is no other way.

Without the harassment from the gang, Tushanjun suddenly felt at ease.

When I have nothing to do, I can also teach children how to read and write.

Be a teacher.

He didn't teach kung fu. It would be okay to train the body before the age of ten. He was afraid that they would develop their inner energy. After practicing martial arts, it would be difficult for them to start practicing directly. They had to practice to be rebellious. Practicing martial arts is a hard job.

Son, it needs to be accumulated over time, and if it doesn't work, it will waste spiritual roots.

The level of Sanniang's talisman skyrocketed.

Now there is no need for Tushanjun to do the damage on his behalf. Tushanjun taught the skin-making skills to Shouhou and other children, but their strength was too weak. Only a few half-year-olds could move the file, so he still had to repair it.

After tinkering like this, half a month later, I have accumulated nearly 200 low-grade spiritual stones.

According to this speed of accumulating spiritual stones,

There is no need to do other work at all. Even the children in the orphanage are fed with spiritual rice. There is also a supply of wild beast meat, which I could not even imagine before.

As the days went by, Tushanjun did not forget about business.

You also have to save spiritual stones to buy the materials for the Foundation Building Pill.

He still remembered that he and his apprentice found two hydrangeas in the medicine yard of the Blood Spirit Hall and gave one to Mr. Lu.

Later he refined a Foundation Building Pill.

The main medicine here is not Hydrangea, but its effects are similar. It is called Double Ninth Festival Purple Flower. It has seven petals and is very easy to grow. It is sold in major medicinal shops in the city.

One plant contains five hundred low-grade spiritual stones.

To put it together, it would take thousands of spirit stones to refine the Foundation Building Pill.

Tu Shanjun also understood that the problem with Xu Sanniang's problem was not the Foundation Establishment Pill, but actually a knot in her heart.

Now that he realizes the problem of strength, it will be solved easily. When the time comes, he can refine a foundation-building pill that suits his physique, and he will be able to cross that threshold.

March in a hurry.

Tu Shanjun put on his soul-partitioned body, which was perfect for practicing Qi, and walked out of the orphanage in the early morning.

He carries thousands of spiritual stones in his pocket.

It’s half a year’s savings.

He got on the puppet carriage, sat upright in the carriage, and pointed out the direction to the boy who was driving the carriage.

"Master, just sit down."

The young man is just a Qi practitioner, but he uses the distraction method to skillfully control the puppet beasts.

Chatting with him along the way, the young man said that it was a puppet carriage purchased by his family and it cost 120,000 to 30,000 spirit stones. For a job, he would charge three yuan for the far place and one yuan for the nearby place. One day

This one takes more than ten trips, and on good days there are twenty or thirty trips.

Tianji Mansion has a bank account and a bank, as well as Tianji Pavilion. You can borrow spiritual stones to buy them, as long as you repay them on time.

Tu Shanjun calculated with his fingers that it would take more than twenty years to repay the one hundred thousand spirit stones.

But after twenty years, the beast carriage will belong to him completely, and it will be up to him how much he can earn.

"Don't want to go out?"

"Ahem, senior, you are joking. I have the qualifications of the Four Spiritual Roots, and I have barely reached the middle stage of cultivation when I am nearly 30 years old. Having a way to make a living, marrying a wife, having children, and then slowly accumulating spiritual stones is my biggest wish.

Why are you going out to get into trouble?" The boy smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of seniors' jokes."

"My fighting skills are not very good. My heart is trembling before I even start fighting with others."

"Those spells are also commonplace."

"..."

Tushanjun nodded. He was used to living a life of fighting and killing, but he forgot about stability and calmness.

This is true for most monks.

The larger the land, the more stable it is, and there are always ways to make a living. Not everyone has such ambitions, and not everyone will become an immortal when they embark on the path of cultivation.

Everyone has their own way of living.

Just like the day when the thin monkey was rescued, many of the children rescued with him were not very grateful.

In fact, they have known for a long time what path they are on. What they are pursuing is to become monks and become members of gangs and enjoy good life, and they don't care whether they transfer to the airport to go somewhere else.

Simply tell them the truth about the organization, maybe it will pique their interest.

Tushanjun couldn't save so many people, and he couldn't use the dream spell to tell them that being a killer always comes with risks.

The monks of the City Construction Department have the same way of living as the monks of the City Construction Department, and the monks of the Law Enforcement Hall have the same way of life as the monks of the Law Enforcement Hall.

The puppet-controlling monks have their own way, and the beast-controlling monks have their own way of doing business in beast ships. Not everyone will embark on the cruel fighting and killing. Who can guarantee that it is a good way, or they may die in it.

There are three thousand avenues.

How many people can achieve immortality?

Who can be sure that one cannot become a Taoist by cultivating immortality and various arts?

Tu Shanjun sighed, he had always thought like this.

Therefore, he did not teach Zhou Xinglie too many magical powers and scripture meanings, but left the inheritance to Wu Rong.

While sighing, his eyes did not change at all. He had seen too many lives and deaths before embarking on this road with a glimmer of hope.

He doesn't object to how other people go, nor does he have many suggestions.

Because he is also a seeker.

The young man seemed to have a lot to say. In the past, he had met many monks with advanced cultivation levels. They either looked down on him or preached with arrogance and self-righteousness.

Unexpectedly, there was only calmness in this person's eyes, and he didn't say anything except listening quietly.

“The guest officer has an extraordinary manner.”

"Must be no ordinary person."

"Yeah?"

"My carriage has ridden many monks, and even the most powerful and powerful people are not as polite as a gentleman."

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To be continued...