Folklore: Pre-emptive shelter begins with the stomach.

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And so evening came.

Outside the temple of the five internal organs.

Today is different from any other day; the eerie sights that have been absent for so long have reappeared.

However, their numbers are extremely small, with only a dozen or so appearing every hour.

In Feng Mo's eyes, these strange occurrences were nothing to worry about.

Scattered and scattered, not enough for the tower to fire two volleys simultaneously.

Fortunately, Feng Mo started using spirit herbs to plan bizarre routes, allowing the upgraded arrow towers to gain some experience.

At this moment, the arrow tower's experience has reached one-fifth.

In order not to waste the special effects of the "Good Fortune" trap.

He also ordered someone to take it to the outer wall to deploy clips, specifically setting up one clip per post.

Maximize profits as much as possible.

After all, although the Lucky Trap is complicated to operate, it really delivers rewards.

With people available, Feng Mo no longer needs to do these tasks, so they should be put to good use.

These tedious tasks were no longer his concern.

This strange quantity weighed heavily on the minds of Huang Lao Er and Tang Ren.

If they hadn't been fully prepared, this scale of activity could have overturned a temple.

But when they saw the terror of the arrow tower with their own eyes, they gave up.

Huang Lao Er had expected a fierce battle and even wanted to take the opportunity to show off, so he had his men make a lot of paper figures in advance, but now they have all become decorations.

Tang Ren even consulted a divination, which indicated a near-death experience.

But after repeatedly calculating with the divination board, he realized that he had misjudged the target and had actually calculated the strange things.

Their expressions were priceless, even Xiao Bai standing to the side was more composed than them.

"You all stay here and watch; I'm going back to cultivate."

Let me know if anything happens.

"Yes, Temple Master! I will contact you using a communication talisman!"

"Mm." Feng Mo nodded.

He didn't want to miss any opportunity to cultivate.

……

Late at night.

Feng Mo has been diligently cultivating his Heart Palace.

Nine rows and nine nails—after so many days of observation and contemplation, only the last nail remains.

Feng Mo had been contemplating this final nail for two whole days.

"Where exactly is the difference?" Feng Mo muttered to himself.

Each time he observed and digested this nail, it would always materialize from the abstract, as if it were inexhaustible.

"The strength of the wall, the openness of the door, the steadfastness of the nail."

The true meaning of this level of contemplation is actually divided into these three levels.

"Composure...yes, composure."

Feng Mo let out a long sigh of relief, completely clearing his mind of all distractions.

He stopped daydreaming and was no longer in a hurry to succeed. He simply held the spirit stone in his hand and silently absorbed its spiritual energy.

With the nail in place, he began to contemplate it.

He stopped worrying about whether the nail would reappear after it disappeared the next time. As long as the goal was not achieved, he would keep doing it, repeating the process until he succeeded.

Even if the process is tedious and boring, even if the process is extremely agonizing.

This is the true face of composure—persistence.

"I understand," Feng Mo murmured.

In an instant, his mind became clear.

The nails that had been impossible to digest suddenly vanished into nothingness.

The true meaning of this level of contemplation is completely perfected.

The Heart Lord Guarding the Temple Diagram then stepped into the second level—the Dan Yuan Guarding the Heart Hall!

The previously obscured fog was suddenly broken through.

Everything slowly faded away like dust.

His consciousness crossed the city wall, and what came into view was a magnificent temple of the heart.

The palace is built in the style of a gable roof, with the walls carved with five ridges and six beasts, and the flying eaves and upturned corners arranged in a row. Above the eaves, there are even phantom images of immortals traveling.

The phantoms clustered together, all rushing in one direction.

It is the gate of the Heart Palace!

The palace gates are vermilion and open in pairs, with door knockers and rings, and a black plaque with gold characters engraved in relief hangs in the center of the lintel.

If you wish to enter the temple, you must continue to contemplate and comprehend.

But at that moment, Feng Mo opened his eyes.

My stomach is rumbling; someone's here.

Huang Lao Er's footsteps were extremely light, yet Feng Mo still managed to detect them precisely.

Huang Lao Er was slightly taken aback when he realized that the temple master's cultivation had been disturbed.

His first thought was that Huang Shang on his back had made the noise, so he raised his hand to slap him, but his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

How could he not know whether the brat had made a move or not?

Huang Shang lay quietly on his back, not moving an inch.

He suddenly realized something and froze:

"Congratulations, Temple Master, on your advancement in cultivation! You have now crossed the threshold to become a guardian of the realm!"

Feng Mo nodded.

The guardian of a village temple represents the guardian of a village; while the guardian of a town temple represents the guardian of a town.

Huang Shang couldn't help but swallow hard at Feng Mo's nonchalant attitude.

He knew perfectly well when Feng Mo came to the temple from the master's house.

It has only been less than a month, or to be precise, three weeks!

In just a few days, he has already reached the threshold of the garrison level.

Even just entering the field is terrifying.

After all, he had been stuck at a bottleneck for three to five years.

He had been watching Feng Mo's daily cultivation closely, and he had been staying up almost every night.

Spiritual practice is inherently a difficult task, but the other party treated it as an everyday occurrence.

To have achieved what he has today, talent and perseverance are both indispensable!

With such a spirit of enduring hardship, it's no wonder that he was chosen by the late Lord of the Mortal Gods.

Huang Lao Er admired him from the bottom of his heart. There are many people in the world who are willing to endure hardship, but there are very few who are as single-minded and determined as Feng Mo.

Feng Mo waved his hand: "Let's get down to business first. The second-tier anomaly has arrived?"

After speaking, he was about to get up when he felt as light as a swallow and exuded a majestic aura.

"No, someone's coming!"

"A person...?" Feng Mo looked suspicious.

Nighttime is a forbidden zone for humankind.

Who else dares to roam around at night like Huang Lao Er did back then?

Feng Mo was puzzled and first asked if he was a fake.

Huang Lao Er shook his head at this.

He can still tell whether someone is a fake or not.

The other party not only had a clear mind, but also knew how to use official code words, which is quite rare these days.

"People from the imperial court?"

"That's probably it." Old Huang nodded.

Feng Mo then left his stomach and went to the outer city wall.

After several days of repairs, Huang Lao Er and Tang Ren have ordered people to build simple observation platforms around the perimeter of the wall, which will allow them to better observe the outside world.

Once on the observation platform, Feng Mo finally saw the people outside clearly.

This was a team of about twenty people, each with an impressive demeanor and a fierce spirit. They were fully equipped, some carrying Qi family swords, some carrying crossbows, some wielding two swords, and so on.

The horses they rode were clearly extraordinary; in the darkness, their eyes gleamed like will-o'-the-wisps.

Feng Mo's first impression of him was that he was an elite.

"I am the sergeant of Chang'an County - Ta Xue Yun Shu".

"By order of the county magistrate, I have come to Huanjiang as the vanguard to punish the mysterious disaster!"

A female voice came from behind, her words full of spirit and efficiency.

Her words instantly moved everyone on the wall.

It wasn't because the commander was a woman, but because of the reinforcements she mentioned!

"Reinforcements!"

"My God, the Great Shang Dynasty actually sent reinforcements for us?!"

The warriors stationed on the observation platform chattered amongst themselves, their faces filled with incredulous elation.

"So it's Lord Sibing," Feng Mo said, bowing respectfully.

The woman looked at Feng Mo through the helmet of her armor:

"Could it be the Feng family's five stomach temple—the third young master of the Feng family?"

"Yes," Feng Mo replied calmly.

"I've heard so much about you!"

After exchanging pleasantries, Ta Xueyunshu said directly, "We may have disappointed you, but we are not here to garrison Jiangbai Village."

Her words once again stirred everyone's hearts, pouring cold water on the previously excited warriors.

"We are here on the orders of the county magistrate to go to Jiangqing Village to wipe out the remnants of the evil disaster."

I hope to stay up all night to satisfy my hunger.

Feng Mo narrowed his eyes slightly:

"According to the rules, anyone who enters the temple must pay one disaster stone."

Feng Mo's words instantly displeased Ta Xue Yun Shu's subordinates.

How dare they accept money from a government official?!

As county magistrates, they had no hindrance in entering or leaving the entire Chang'an County, let alone the dignified commander of the magistrates personally coming to this place.

Even Ta Xueyunshu frowned slightly.

Just as she thought, the disaster stone wasn't a big deal; saving face was the most important thing.

……

Feng Mo quietly observed everyone's reactions.

He didn't lack these few disaster stones; he just wanted to conduct a test of obedience.

If you exchange gifts, it means the other party is a law-abiding person; if you don't, then there's a big problem.

Feng Mo disliked any unstable factors.

"This is a rule set by our ancestors."

"This has always been the case, except for the Feng family," Feng Mo said slowly.