"Sir, Mr. Zhong said that the City Construction Department will transport Xiong Ran's body back in the next few days."

He Shuli watched helplessly as the dark luxury puppet carriage left. The hoof fell, and the sound was clear and neat. It was not like a puppet mechanism, but like the strings of a chime were shaking, which was why it was so moving.

"In two or three days." The tall monk in black robe nodded slightly.

"Why not earlier?"

Tu Shanjun smiled and said: "With 200 million high-grade spiritual stones, who can bear such a responsibility?"

"If it crashes and disappears on the road, the City Construction Secretary will have to walk around without food."

He immediately moved his gaze, looked at He Shuli and said, "Is the elixir ready to be taken?"

He Shuli was about to speak but stopped.

The surprise in his eyes was beyond words.

His original cultivation level had already reached the late stage of Qi training, and he was only a layer of window paper away from Dzogchen. However, he seemed to have encountered a bottleneck and was unable to touch it.

While tossing and turning, he thought of the elixir given to him by the Demon Lord.

I had the idea of ​​giving it a try, but the effect of the black and red elixir was unexpected.

It wasn't that he directly broke through the bottleneck, but that the mana transformed from the huge spiritual energy sank into his Dantian.

He was not sure whether this was a bottleneck that he had to break through on his own, or whether it was because the spiritual energy condensed enough mana to help him complete his transformation.

"Since Mr. Zhong said he wants to clear up the relationship, we should also plan for ourselves."

"Prepare the materials for the foundation building pill. I will open a furnace and refine one someday to help you build the foundation."

He Shuli was surprised and happy. He had been planning for so long just so that this man could help at the critical moment.

The foundation-building pills in the medicine shop are of seven or eight thousand spirit stones, and the quality can only be considered average. If there are not two or three, it will be impossible. In total, more than 20,000 spirit stones are needed.

But this man said that he only needed to buy medicinal materials to refine it.

Thousands of pieces will suffice.

"Now?"

"Go home and have a good sleep."

Seeing the monk in black robes boarding the puppet carriage, He Shuli scratched his head, thinking that he could still sleep peacefully after such a burning thing.

However, he will do whatever he says.

Inside the puppet carriage.

Tu Shanjun closed his eyes to rest and think quietly. It was not until the boy reminded him that he was almost arriving at Longrongfang that he opened and closed his eyes to reveal a ray of light.

He is not good at mental work, and his sect has been focusing on cultivation for two hundred years, but this does not mean that he does not have rich experience in the world. This matter is by no means as simple as it appears.

'Since I can't analyze it, let me check it directly.'

Tu Shanjun finalized the plan.

Get off the carriage calmly.

…

Zhong Han, who returned to Zhong Mansion, came to the study.

There are two people sitting in the study.

His father, Zhong Songtang.

and uncle Wu Zhu.

Zhong Songtang's face was gloomy, but he said without any sternness: "You are older, and you should understand that there are some things that you shouldn't take on. The monks from the Third Law Department are avoiding them, so it's better for you to rush there. You think this is just to investigate the case. In fact, the higher-ups are doing it.

We can't get involved in this game at all, even your father and I have to deal with it carefully."

Zhong Han cupped his hands and stood aside and said: "I need credit. My master said that if I can handle this case, I will be transferred back to the sect and I will be qualified to enter the sect's holy land."

"Of course I know there's something fishy about this."

"Otherwise it won't be my turn." Zhong Han, who spread his hands, was helpless.

Wu Zhu tried to smooth things over by saying, "Little Han's idea is right. Take each step of the way to practice."

"Little Han, your father also cares about you, otherwise he wouldn't run away."

The topic changed: "I also found something."

Zhong Han's eyes moved over and he said in surprise: "Uncle Wu..."

"Last time I attacked the organization's branch, guess who I saw?"

"who?"

"she."

Wu Zhu spread out a scroll, depicting a person.

woman.

"Gongsun Wan!" Zhong Han hurriedly approached.

Zhong Songtang looked calm, as if he had known about this for a long time.

He frowned and said, "Brother said that he wanted to investigate Gongsun Mansion. Don't you know that Gongsun Wan is also a true king. If his specific cultivation level is unknown, if he acts rashly, he will be put in danger."

Wu Zhu said: "I want to kill the people in the organization and then quickly."

"It just so happens that as long as she dares to take action in the city and proves her cultivation, she will blame Gongsun Wan for everything, and Xiao Han's case will be solved."

Zhong Han, who was standing aside, had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He didn't expect that Gongsun Wan's cultivation level was hidden so deeply.

He couldn't help but think of Tu Shanjun who stopped him from breaking into the house to investigate.

The man was as calm as a cloud in the sky.

Only after Xu Sanniang was released from prison did he have his own opinions for the first time.

"Can't you?"

"What?"

"Nothing." Zhong Han shook his head.

He just thought that the Qi Practitioners were afraid of Jin Dan Zhenren.

With the cultivation level of the mysterious black robe monk, how could he possibly know Gongsun Wan's cultivation level in advance? He insisted on blocking it because of his own lack of cultivation level and worry about Xu Sanniang's condition.

Dare to speak out for justice, which shows that the person is responsible.

…

The tail of dusk.

Alley.

The back is long and slanted.

A tall figure stepped into the door of the orphanage.

"Are they not here?"

"No place to stay."

"The monks don't have to sleep, but they can't arrange for them to meditate in the main hall. So we rented a yard next door." Xu Sanniang was mending the clothes that the children had broken in the past few days under the light, and there was a washing machine next to her.

Okay, with a signal from his eyes, Tu Shanjun walked to the wooden basin and hung out his clothes to dry.

Tu Shanjun was surprised by the speed at which his cultivation was stable: "The Taoist body is so powerful. You don't have to concentrate on cultivation to retain your spirit and practice your qi."

"The Butterfly Dream Dao Body can predict the future."

"I don't know whether that life is mine or another person's."

"However, this is not the most powerful place. Diemeng Taoist body can borrow the power of the man in Mengde."

"cost?"

"Butterflies generally have a short lifespan."

"Then don't try it easily."

As usual, Xu Sanniang told Tushanjun about the magical power of Diemeng Taoist body.

Tu Shanjun didn't ask why, he kept it all in silence.

"Where's Brother Tushan?"

"I?"

"You always say this is the soul clone body. Will the soul clone body hurt?"

Tushanjun, who picked up his clothes, fell silent for a moment.

The avatar body will hurt.

It's just that he felt it when he used his spiritual consciousness to descend to the gods. In fact, Tu Shanjun didn't know whether the clone body would hurt himself.
To be continued...