When Fang Yuan met with the large army, Xiong Mao couldn't help but complain: "Master Fang, why did you keep up? We thought you were missing, so we wanted to call you... Wait, what is this?"

The tortoise shell that Fang Yuan was holding was too obvious, and it was difficult to ignore it. Xiong Mao immediately remembered it and said in surprise: "Isn't this the tortoise shell yesterday?"

"Yes." Fang Yuan nodded and smiled, "I feel this thing is good, so I bought it."

"Buy it back?" Xiong Mao asked with the flow: "How much did it cost?"

"Not many, only three hundred." Fang Yuan answered according to the truth.

"Three hundred..." Xiong Mao's eyes widened: "So cheap...wait!" He suddenly realized something, and a smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Have you taken advantage of the situation to rob?"

"No." Fang Yuan denied: "The main reason is that the boss insisted on making friends with me. It is hard to refuse the affection. I have no choice but to have a little bit of it."

"Hehe, black-hearted, treacherous." Xiong Mao said, thinking about it, this was a good opportunity, and it was inevitable that he would be eager to try it out.

At the same time, Zhang Yaoyun said curiously: "Master Fang, what are you doing for buying this tortoise shell?"

Before Fang Yuan could speak, Gu Yue lay Buddhist next to him smiled and said, "This tortoise shell is a good material. It can be carved into ornaments or processed into magic tools. It is a waste to sit as a stool."

"The layman is right." Fang Yuan nodded quickly and said, "That stall owner is too wasteful. It is also a waste to fall into his hands, so I simply bought it back."

"That's it." Xiong Mao agreed very much: "The most tragic thing in the world is the secret of the pearl."

While a few people were talking, a Taoist boy suddenly came trotting all the way, panting and shouting: "Mr. Gu Yue, Mr. Gu Yue..."

"Huh?" Mr. Gu Yue stopped and turned around and looked at him curiously. After seeing the Taoist boy, a clear expression appeared in his eyes, as if he knew his purpose.

After a moment, the little Taoist boy came. Before he could speak, Mr. Gu Yue said, "Is it that fellow Taoist Yao Ye who asked you to come?"

"...Yes." The little Taoist boy was stunned and nodded hurriedly, "Master said, please invite the layman to the house for tea first. He should be busy for a while. After the uncle of the master takes over, he will go to entertain you."

A Dharma Assembly must last for a long time, almost from morning to night, without any interruption on the way. Taoist Master Yaoye is also a human being. It is not a body that is iron-clad. It must not be able to support it, so naturally people need to be arranged to take turns to take over.

Mr. Gu Yue nodded slightly and turned around and said, "What do you think? Should you go and sit or walk again?"

"I'm tired of walking, go and sit down." Xiong Mao took the lead: "Besides, Taoist Master Yao Ye has invited me, so I can't help but give you face."

Fang Yuan didn't care, and Zhang Yaoyun hesitated for a while. He did not object. Seeing the unifying opinions, Mr. Gu Yue smiled at the Taoist boy and said, "Then you lead the way."

"Please..."

The little Taoist boy hurriedly led the way and led everyone out of the Zixiao Hall, and then came to the place where the Taoists lived. It was a neat and orderly house with simple and unpretentious interior and exterior decoration, but very clean and tidy.

If you become a monk and practice, you will definitely not have much enjoyment by hardening your body and strengthening your will. Moreover, the times are progressing, and there are higher requirements for the quality of religious personnel. At least on the surface, it is estimated that no religious personnel dares to pass by.

A life of luxury and desire in ancient times.

In the house, there is also an elegant living room. There are several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall of the relatively spacious living room. The calligraphy and paintings are very artistic and have outstanding brushwork. They should be made by famous artists. Tables, chairs, benches, including window floors, none of them are found.

It is not a wooden structure, it is full of quaint style, but it shows an elegant taste.

Mr. Gu Yue must have been here. After entering the living room, he quickly pulled out the chair and sat down, put the tea sets on the spot, and then asked the Taoist boy to get boiled water and make tea with ease...

A few minutes passed, and a few cups of fragrant tea soup were placed in front of everyone. Xiong Mao raised his glass and took a sip, immediately gave him a thumbs up and praised: "The layman is good at craftsmanship."

"The main reason is that tea is good." Gu Yue said modestly: "A good cook cannot cook without rice. Without good tea, you can't make good tea."

"The tea leaves are good and the craftsmanship is better." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "This is a matter of complementary and complementary. There is no need to talk about it separately."

"That's right, that's right." Xiong Mao agreed deeply.

Everyone was chatting and laughing in the hall, but pleasant bells came clearly, and there were nine consecutive sounds, almost without any interval, sweeping by.

The sound of bells can calm people's hearts. For a moment, everyone will calm down temporarily and listen to the sound of bells.

At this moment, Fang Yuan suddenly took out the tortoise shell, then placed it on the table, and then gently stretched out his hand to tap the armor in everyone's surprise eyes.

"Dou,Dou,Dou..."

Fang Yuan bent his fingers and hit the surface of the tortoise shell. The sound was quite regular, which was exactly the same as the bell, which formed a "resonance". The aura resonance and the amplitude were the same, and subtle changes were naturally produced.

Soon, the others were surprised to find that every time Fang Yuan tapped, the tortoise shell, which was quite heavy, slowly trembled, jumped away from the table, and then fell back.

At the right time, Zhang Yaoyun's bright eyes suddenly opened wide, a little unbelievable. She felt that Fang Yuan's hand seemed to have some magic power, which could touch the thick tortoise shell.

Of course, Xiong Mao also saw the trick and knew that this was the role of Zhongsheng's aura. However, Fang Yuan could still use it so far away, which was also a very clever skill. In addition to admiration, he was also very proud.

Confused and did not understand Fang Yuan’s intention, he couldn’t help asking: “Master Fang, you are…”

Halfway through the conversation, Xiong Mao disappeared, dumbfounded and ashamed.

Because at this time, Fang Yuan suddenly changed his method of knocking on the tortoise shell. When the tortoise shell fell to the table, he pressed it lightly, and the hard tortoise shell surface suddenly hissed and a clear sound appeared.

Apparent cracks.

Cracks are like spider silk webs, with clear layers.

If the tortoise shell is a very light and thin egg shell that is not crushed by gravity, it is understandable. The problem is that the tortoise shell is very hard and can withstand the gravity of a person. How can it be easily broken and cracked like this?

Now?

Seeing the tortoise shell like this, even if Xiong Mao claimed to be knowledgeable, he was stunned and looked shocked and suspicious.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Yuan continued to press the cracks on the tortoise shell became deeper and deeper, densely covered with silk. At this moment, he suddenly raised his hand high, spread his five fingers, and then slapped it down hard.

.

With a "bang", the cracked tortoise shell immediately collapsed and turned into pieces of big and small. The pieces were as big as mirrors, and the small ones were only the area of ​​nail pieces.

The loud noise also shocked the others and they all woke up. Looking at the tortoise shell fragments scattered on the table, Xiong Mao was very puzzled: "Master Fang, what are you doing?"

"If the tortoise shell is broken, it is difficult to process and carve, it will not be worth much." Mr. Gu Yue said, wondering why Fang Yuan did this, it was obviously thankless.

If Fang Yuan uses the aura of the bell to make the tortoise shell, which is only one step away from being able to transform into a magic weapon, then it would be natural. But Fang Yuan did the opposite and pulled the power of the aura to turn the tortoise shell into a magic weapon.

Destroyed.

Such a move is a bit confusing.

Gu Yue Jushi and Xiong Mao were very strange, so they naturally wanted to ask for a clear answer. At the same time, Fang Yuan smiled without saying a word, his eyes glanced back and forth among the fragments of tortoise shells, as if he was searching for some target.

Before Gu Yue and Xiong Mao asked again, a sudden movement of the formation outside the door was heard. Everyone looked at it subconsciously and saw a bloated man walking in dejectedly under the escort of two Taoist priests.

"Huh!" Everyone was surprised when they saw it, and they were a little surprised, and at the same time they felt a little relieved.

Because that bloated man was clearly a vendor who set up a stall. Judging from his regret now, he knew that he must have been caught and appeared in a tragedy.

"Ah, Miss Yaoyun, why are you here too?" Not only that, one of the two Taoist priests who were escorting the man was Taoist priest Yaoye's apprentice and the young Taoist priest Zhimu Shaoai.

At this time, seeing Zhang Yaoyun's figure, the young Taoist priest was overjoyed and full of joy.

"What a coincidence, everyone is all." Xiong Mao said to himself: "It's really a temple fair, and we're all here to go to the market."

"Miss Yaoyun, are you here to find me?" The young Taoist priest became self-indulgent again.

"No." Zhang Yaoyun curled her smile and said seriously: "It was your master, Taoist Master Yaoye, who invited us here."

"What?" The young Taoist priest was stunned: "My master?"

"That's right." Zhang Yaoyun nodded and said, "Your master said, come and entertain us later."

The young Taoist priest blinked, suddenly showed a sudden enlightenment, and hurriedly expressed his merits: "Miss Yaoyun, I have already told the master about your grandfather's affairs. It seems that he has agreed."

Zhang Yaoyun was stunned: "What's wrong with my grandfather?"

"The matter of building a longevity tomb." The young Taoist priest said frankly and said it directly, so that Mr. Gu Yue couldn't stop him even if he wanted to stop him.

"Shou Tomb?" Zhang Yaoyun's bright eyes were wide open, and she really turned into a veritable almond eyes. She was not an ignorant Xiaobai. She had been traveling in Wudang Mountain for many years and had contacted many religious people. Naturally, she knew what Shou Tomb was.

Hearing this, she immediately understood why her family has been "sneaking" recently. It was obvious that they already knew about this and just kept it from her.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yaoyun got angry and said angrily: "Mr., do you still say there is nothing you can hide from me?"

"Cough..." Mr. Gu Yue was embarrassed and said vaguely: "Yaoyun, don't you know it now."

Zhang Yaoyun was angry, but suddenly she thought of a certain possibility and became nervous again: "Is there any problem with my grandfather's health? Otherwise, how could she have to repair her birthday grave?"
Chapter completed!