Super Small Farmer

"Okay, do you want to tell me?"

Yang Tao rolled his eyes directly, he really doubted whether this young monk is a person of Buddhism through and through.

Whatever you do, it doesn't seem like the code of conduct for a Buddhist.

"Let's talk about your gains."

The Heavenly Dragon Soul is constantly condensing, the spell has been cast, and now all that is left is to wait.

When talking about the harvest this time, Zhang Daoming immediately became excited.

"These churches are really rich. Fairy Xiaoqing, there are good things in here, which can make your cultivation directly reach the late Yuanying stage."

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Daoming took out several jade boxes and handed them to Yang Tao.

"Also, there are many good things here, Yang Tao, I think we should go to a few small churches for a stroll."

This is just an ordinary church that is not well-known, and it can have such a good thing. What about the Thirty-Six Chapel?

What if it's the Twelve Cathedrals, my dear, wouldn't there be more good things in it?

Zhang Daoming believed that the old man in Shushan hadn't fooled himself. At the very least, there are quite a few good things here.

"Also, I think if it's those churches, there must be something better, such as a magic medicine that can directly improve a higher level of cultivation."

In Zhang Daoming's mind at this moment, he had already started to think about what good things he could get.

"Daoming, you have to know that other external things are wrong. Everything depends on oneself, and oneself is the root."

Yang Tao spoke with a serious face, but waved his hand calmly, and put all the things that Zhang Daoming took out just now into his storage bag.

"Hey. What are you doing?!"

Seeing Yang Tao like this, Zhang Daoming screamed.

"Such a foreign object is not good. I'm here to help you."

Yang Tao blinked his eyes, and Mao Xiaoqing on the side had slowly recovered. That day the dragon soul turned into a phantom and flew towards Mao Xiaoqing.

Finally, it merged into Mao Xiaoqing's arm and disappeared.

"Hmph, Jiani has a regional two-headed dog, and that thing can evolve. Now that I have a dragon soul here, we will definitely be very powerful in the future."

Mao Xiaoqing showed a sweet smile, I don't know if it was an illusion, Yang Tao always felt that there seemed to be something inexplicable in the eyes of this girl looking at him.

"Okay, since these things are almost done, let's go quickly. Little monk, you can guard these two places by yourself."

Yang Tao wasn't worried about the little monk's ability at all. Just the ability to hide from the sky is enough for him to maintain most of the safety factor.

Now there are Dharma protectors, and the dojo has been completed. Everything depends on the little monk himself.

"That is, this time, our Buddhism owes a great favor to the benefactor."

The little monk spoke very sincerely, with a solemn appearance, as if he was not the same person who said those words before.

"There is no need to say these, if there is nothing else, then we will go first."

"Yes, yes, we still have a lot of things to do, can't we delay it?"

Zhang Daoming also spoke excitedly. Everyone knew that the so-called 'thing' he was talking about at the moment was undoubtedly robbing the church.

"Benefactor, you go away. If one day you encounter difficulties, I can provide you with a secret place to recuperate here."

The little monk was not hypocritical, and put his palms together as a guarantee for everyone.

"Benefactor, you must pay attention to the organization of Tiansha. In fact, many things are not as simple as you think. The reason why we are afraid, there are other things. In short, if you meet people with this organization again in the future... ...I would rather kill by mistake than let it go..."

At the end, the little monk's words contained a strong sense of hatred, which surprised Yang Tao. It was not murderous intent, but hatred.

Among them, what else is there, I don't know. Is there any other ulterior secret between Tiansha and Buddhism?

"Benefactor, you have to remember, you must be careful. If you meet someone with a sword, run!"

The words added by the little monk later made Yang Tao stunned again. run? ! To let myself run, this... This is what the little monk said on the premise that he knew his own strength.

"With a sword?!"

Yang Tao was extremely keen, and felt as if he had grasped something important. But when I thought about it again, it seemed like nothing was normal.

In the end, Yang Tao took everyone on the road again. This time, unless one is unlucky on the road and meets someone from the Holy See, otherwise, according to Baker, the journey should be safe.

"Hey~ When he knows, that organization and Jianzong..."

The little monk looked at the direction Yang Tao was leaving, and sighed heavily, but Yang Tao was destined not to hear the words he was muttering.

If he heard it, then his heart would definitely be shocked.

Mountain of Gods!

This is a very legendary mountain. According to legend, a long time ago, the gods once gathered here to explore the highest realm of magic.

Moreover, there are rumors that although the gods left in the end, they left a shocking spell here. If someone can master it, they will definitely be invincible in the world.

For such legends, the Holy See naturally knows more details.

The legend is true, and so is the spell. But the people in the Holy See don't think that it can be obtained so easily.

At the same time, in the headquarters of the Holy See, there is also the existence of this spell. So they pay more attention to the place and don't pay so much attention to it.

However, around the Mountain of the Gods, there are still three small churches lined up in three different directions.

The Holy See has other purposes for the Mountain of the Gods!

Among the several chapels, a man wrapped in a black robe elegantly sat on the highest throne.

In front of him, there are several women. Whether it's body or appearance, they are all first-class. At the same time, certain parts of their bodies, under the illumination of the holy light, released waves of faint light.

"There is still a lack of fused blood. The noble blood of the blood race may be able to meet the requirements. Come on, is there any blood race here recently?"

The man said in a deep voice. In fact, in his opinion, it would be great if he could get high-level zombie blood.

"Yes, there is a princess of the Blood Race, who is near the Mountain of the Gods. However, that is the target of another small church..."

"Hmph, is it? But now, that's what my little church is after. Go, and bring me the blood princess."

The man's voice was extremely domineering. It seemed to him that other small churches were just like that...