Folklore: Pre-emptive shelter begins with the stomach.

But this can also be considered one's trump card.

Not using it is the best.

"That's how it is." After explaining, Huang Lao Er breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Huang," Feng Mo said.

At the same time, he also noticed the strange paper figures on the backs of the group.

"Temple for Joyful Funerals" is mainly for joyous funerals, so this paper figure is probably one of the ways that the temple has passed down its traditions.

After glancing at it, Feng Mo didn't look at it again.

He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "I owe both Master Huang and Master Tang a favor."

"No, no, with this calamity upon us, we and the Temple Master Tang are all in the same boat. It is important that we help each other and overcome this difficult time together."

He looked around and was shocked by the scene before Feng Mo.

He remembered that when he left last time, he didn't have any of these things in his stomach.

"You've become an architect? No, you've faded away?" A thought popped into Huang Lao Er's mind, so he asked.

Feng Mo nodded slightly in response.

The faded ones, however, can satisfy all the hunger pangs that have occurred.

"No wonder! No wonder the Temple Master Tang was willing to shorten his own lifespan to reveal this heavenly secret to me!"

Huang Lao Er was overjoyed.

He brought ten people with him on the way here, but now that he has arrived at his destination, only half of them remain.

In retrospect, their sacrifice was not in vain.

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

What a hardworking temple abbot!

But this is something they risked their lives for, and it's what they deserve.

The abilities bestowed upon the Third Young Master by the great, deceased Lord of the Mortal World are likely related to the architect.

To say I'm not jealous would be a lie.

This ability is not only rare, but it is also precisely what can resolve the current crisis.

Congratulations!

Huang Lao Er, once again like a country bumpkin visiting a grand manor, only able to admire the arrow towers standing in the courtyard with the help of the eerie campfire's light, exclaiming as if he had discovered a treasure: "My goodness! These runes, this quality! Open the door, open the door like crazy!"

The last time I saw him was the last time.

It is located within Huanjiang Town.

This was a rare sight in the village, and Huang Lao Er had clearly never seen anything like it before in his life.

Huang Shang, who was on his back, didn't understand why his father was like this.

I just know that it seems like I'll be safe tonight.

……

day.

Huang Lao Er smacked his lips as he drank the talisman water from the bowl.

After drinking the talisman water, he felt as if he had become two years younger.

He thought that seeing his stomach rumble last night was already quite an exaggeration, but when daytime came, it felt like he was in another world.

Plump gray wheat sprouts, a brand-new, labor-saving well, and walls that remain intact even after the aftermath of a strange disaster.

He couldn't figure out what was going on with Gray Wheat, but since it looked so good, it must have used the methods of a pharmacist.

The well water tasted bitter yet sweet, without any fishy or foul smell.

This perfectly aligns with his philosophy of spiritual practice: after hardship comes happiness, so Huang Lao Er cherishes this water.

What concerned him even more was the wall of the Five Internal Organs Temple, which remained completely intact after resisting the strange disaster, without even a single brick or tile falling down, as if not a speck of dust had fallen off.

The square walls of the temple are covered with exquisite rune patterns.

Densely packed!

He was even dazzled by what he saw.

It should be noted that the runes on his outer wall only represent one door.

Even the runes on it were scratched off, but even the patterns drawn by the architect from the family couldn't compare to the ingenuity of the other side's wall.

Compared to his temple dedicated to both joy and sorrow, it's like heaven and earth.

Is this still a strange disaster?

Even though it was just the aftermath, it was still a strange disaster!

If it weren't for the dazzling array of disaster stones outside the door, Huang Lao Er would have thought that the strange calamity hadn't arrived.

"Father, the faded one is really good..." Huang Shang exclaimed from behind Huang Lao Er.

"Yes," said Huang Lao Er, "I suddenly feel that all those years of hardship were worth it."

"Third Young Master is truly a model of hard work and dedication among us!" said Huang Lao Er and his son respectfully.

The two of them looked on with longing.

It was as if looking at Feng Mo and everything inside his stomach was the future of him and his son.

……

Now that the night has faded, the day has given people a chance to catch their breath.

What gave Feng Mo a headache was cleaning up the battlefield; cleaning up the hundreds of monsters from yesterday was far too troublesome.

This is not a problem that can be solved by a few dozen strange creatures bending over.

Fortunately, Huang Lao Er volunteered to help, and after cleaning up, he led his servants to carry the paper figures back to the temple.

Looking at the harvest, Feng Mo felt a sense of satisfaction.

The number of disaster stones had already reached more than 150, and the number of extraordinary materials was even more than the palm of one's hand.

What is the "ten-foot spinal cord" that can be used to make a spinal cord sword?

"Pseudo-human skin" made into leather armor

The "slender skull" that can be used to make a backpack

And the "smiling eyes" that come from playing with walnuts to relax.

Not only that, there was also a piece of ready-made equipment that was obtained through the Lucky Draw trap.

— "Red Bellyband"

"Bloodstained Red Bellyband (Tier 1)": Underwear worn by a ghost for a long time, it has transcended the mortal realm. The accumulated yin energy can protect the user; however, wearing it for an extended period can affect the user's spirit.

Feng Mo raised an eyebrow slightly: "What is this thing?"

He was going to see if the situation would change after the advance payment.

"Red bellyband with a strange fragrance (Tier 1)": Close-fitting clothing containing yin energy, which can protect the user and keep them unaffected.

"Repayment conditions": Get compliments from others when wearing it.

"Equipment Affix" Pleasure: Equipping this item will inevitably give you a good mood.

Okay, he's overthinking it.

However, it's impossible for him to wear that thing.

Not to mention the absurd idea of ​​expecting others to praise you after you've worn it.

Immediately, Feng Mo was going to banish this undergarment to the cold palace.

But at that moment, Little White nestled halfway up his legs, its tail wagging.

Feng Mo looked at it and saw that the little mangy dog ​​with a spotted body and bright eyes was staring at the bib with its eyes shining.

It seems to be attracted by the smell above.

"You like it?" Feng Mo asked instinctively as he looked at it.

As if in response, Little White's tail swayed even more vigorously.

"Never mind." Feng Mo stared at the bodice for a long time, hesitating. "After all, it's an extraordinary piece of equipment, and it would be a pity to throw it away."

Xiao Bai is one of the team members who has been with me the longest, and he has certainly put in a lot of hard work.

He also had feelings for his ex.

To avoid the negative energy affecting Xiaobai, Feng Mo specially made advance payments for the bellyband.

that's it.

He then hung the bib on Xiaobai's back.

Two and a half minutes later, Xiaobai was already wearing a "red cloak".

The opposing black-spotted beast had bright, piercing eyes and walked with an imposing gait, like a promising young general who had once dominated the world.

"It's actually quite impressive," Feng Mo commented.

Judging from Xiaobai's attire, his words could be considered a compliment.

Feng Mo then saw the message "Loan already repaid".

……

On the other side, inside Jiangbai Village.

The only dirt road leading to the outside world.

About six or seven people were hurrying along the road, taking advantage of the bright sunshine.

This was a procession from the Feng family compound in Jiangbai Village, with a sedan chair being carried behind them.

Inside, it seemed that a distinguished person was sitting, and two figures could be vaguely seen through the curtain.

One figure was stout and chubby, while the other was pretty and charming.

Inside the sedan chair, Feng Nuonian looked anxious, as did her father, Feng Fugui.

The recent spring rains have made the roads muddy and bumpy, but it seems to reflect their feelings.

Five days—these five days were an ordeal for them.

Clutching a handkerchief, Feng Fugui, his plump face filled with worry, called out to the outside:

"Is that a place for my stomach?"

"Yes, sir," the servant carrying the sedan chair replied.

"But what about our Feng family's 'five stomachs'?!" Feng Fugui, knowing the answer, still asked worriedly.

"That's right...Grandpa." A servant's voice responded humbly from outside the sedan chair.

Clearly, the source of their anxiety and torment over the past five days lay in that dilapidated little temple not far away.

It was Feng Mo, the third young master of the Feng family.