On this day, the fat man continued to work in the Taoist temple, but a group of strange people came to the Taoist temple.

There were three men outside the Taoist temple, wearing black sweatshirts, carrying something behind their backs, like a shovel, with a dodging expression and a ferocious face.

When the fat man saw that the business came, he naturally went up to meet him and said to the three people with a smile, "Are the three donors here to burn incense?"

The leader of the three stepped forward and said, "Master, isn't there a land temple here?"

The fat man didn't hear any tricks and answered casually, "This place was indeed a land temple before, but now it has become a Taoist temple again, but the land father is still in the side courtyard. If the three of you want to worship the land, please go straight to it."

The leader waved his hand and said, "No, no, my brothers are hikers from outside. They usually like to see some temples that have been around for a long time. I heard that there is a land temple in the Southern Song Dynasty. I only visited it here. I am satisfied if I see it today, so I don't have to worry about my master, so I said goodbye."

When the fat man saw that the other side was about to leave, the business he came to the door was gone, and he felt depressed and said, "Then I won't send it away, the three donors will go." After that, he turned around and walked into the Taoist temple.

It has been several days since the Taoist temple was built. The business at this time was not as popular as it was when it was first built. It was just that occasionally a few people came to burn incense. Lu Wuliang was not in the main hall at this time, but was drawing talismans in the backyard.

At this time, Lu Wuliang had just finished drawing a Six Ding Poison Talisman and said to the front yard door, "Fatty, you are here."

The fat man walked out of the door and said, "Fifth Brother, your cultivation is getting higher and higher. You heard it when I moved in the front yard just now."

The most direct feeling of Lu Wuliang practicing the herringbone trait these days is that his perception ability has improved, so he spoke to the fat man and said, "If you were willing to sit down and practice honestly, you would have surpassed my level long ago."

"Fifth Brother, you have the nerve to say, am I not working for you?" The fat man picked up Xiliu and washed his face, and took a care of pulling a chair and sitting down.

Seeing him feeling depressed, Lu Wuliang said, "I said to you, isn't anyone here to burn incense?"

The fat man was happy and said, "Brother Fifth Brother, do you have any solution? No one has come to burn incense and pray for the past few days, and I am almost worried."

"What? Our second senior brother, the second envoy of the altar, is also worried. It is normal that no one comes to our small place. You have already made a lot of money, just about the same thing. People should know how to be content."

"Fifth Brother, what do you mean that you have made a lot of money? It's like you haven't made a fortune. To be honest, why don't you start the rain-seeking conference and increase your popularity in our Taoist temple?"

"I said fat man, you really think I am Lu Daxian! Is rain so easy to ask for? I observed the celestial phenomena last night and it would not rain within half a month. You should just die of that heart as soon as possible!"

"Not Fifth Brother, can you bear this life without money?" the fat man shouted loudly.

"Fatty, you can't calm down for a while. If you don't have money, you should eat and drink when you go home. You want to make money all day long. Are you losing money? You are still a monk?"

The fat man was naturally speechless by Lu Wuliang's words, so he had to agree in a depressed manner and went home.

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On the other side, the three of them came to the mass grave of the back mountain. The leader looked at the Chen family courtyard road, "The second and third brothers, this is this, this is the home of the old rich man in the Southern Song Dynasty."

"Brother, what a rich man from the Southern Song Dynasty, isn't he just a general of the Central Army who fled here? He can't even steal this waste from the Warring States tomb. In the end, he will ruin his life in vain. He will even bring his family to bury him with him."

"What my second brother said is reasonable. Only the three of us robbed this Warring States tomb, hahaha!"

"Okay, you both shut up. It's a hundred days to go to the ground to find a clear weapon. First, go to the mountains to camp until the evening before acting."

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The fat man returned home in a depressed mood and fell asleep in bed. He had a dream that he had dug a treasure in the back mountain and laughed so hard that he couldn't stop smiling.

When the fat man woke up, he found that it was just a dream in Nan Ke. He could only shake his head in disappointment, but then he thought, "No, I have bought so many tools for landing from the city. You can go to the back mountain to dig out the treasure left by Chen Laocai. I will get rich by then, hahaha!"

Thinking of this, the fat man stood up and planned to find Lu Wuliang, but remembered that Lu Wuliang warned himself not to dig graves and robbed the tomb, so he gave up this idea and immediately went to find Zhou Yi.

Lu Wuliang tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. It was difficult for him to enter into meditation even when he meditated. He always felt restless, as if something big was about to happen.

Lu Wuliang had to get up and come to the courtyard, and practiced the Maoshan Divine Fist technique in the dark. Strangely, even the wind chimes hung in the backyard did not ring by themselves, which made Lu Wuliang even more irritable.

Lu Wuliang knew very well that as a practitioner of Taoism, this kind of mood was unsatisfactory, so he hurriedly adjusted his mood.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came, and Lu Wuliang looked right and said, "Who?"

Before the person arrived, a burst of fragrance came to him. Xia Yuyan said softly, "Brother Wuliang is me!"

"Miss Yan'er, why did you run out if you don't sleep so late?" Lu Wuliang asked with concern.

Xia Yuyan looked at the Canny Moon in the Sky and said, "I can't sleep, I want to go out for a walk, Brother Wuliang, where are you?"

"I can't sleep either. I always feel that something big is going to happen." Lu Wuliang sighed and said.

Xia Yuyan was silent for a while and said, "Are you worried about Fat Brother?"

To be honest, when he was with a woman, Lu Wuliang's emotional intelligence plummeted. After hearing this, he said, "It's not all, Fatty, everything is good, he is just a little greedy for money."

Xia Yuyan nodded, and the two of them fell into silence.

Lu Wuliang felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so he spoke, "Miss Yan'er, why can't you sleep?"

Xia Yuyan was shocked by this inadvertent question. He didn't know what he thought of, and his pretty face immediately turned red. Of course, Lu Wuliang couldn't see it.

Xia Yuyan looked at the damaged moon again and said, "I miss homesick..."

Lu Wuliang heard a hint of sadness from these words and comforted him, "Miss Yan'er, don't be too sad, wait until I'm not busy to send you home."

When Xia Yuyan heard this, she smiled like a silver bell and said, "I don't want to go home! I haven't had enough fun yet! Besides, I can't bear to part with Brother Wuliang!"

Lu Wuliang had an illusion at this time, and he seemed to be able to see Xia Yuyan's stunning smile. At this time, a smile appeared on the corner of Lu Wuliang's mouth, and the air became quiet again.

But on the other side, the mass grave appeared strange under the moonlight, and a rustling sound came from afar. If you don’t listen carefully, you will think it’s the cry of insects, but in fact it’s the sound of a shovel digging soil.

"Boss, the hole has been stolen, there is indeed a tomb!"
Chapter completed!