Setting Out for the Southern Border, Treasure Vase Town!
Huang Donglai excitedly began to recommend it:
"Brother Li, take a look at this first. This is called Green Forest Herbicide, an excellent medicine for controlling insects and weeds when cultivating rare and heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Not only is it remarkably effective, but it's also very inexpensive."
"The downside is that the smell is too strong; you can smell it from a great distance."
He took out a porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and a pungent smell immediately wafted out.
"Brother Huang, I'm not going to Southern Border to engage in agriculture."
Li Mo was somewhat puzzled as to why Huang Donglai would recommend this item to him.
Should I carry a bottle of paraquat when I go out?
This is useless...
Brother Li, you are unaware of this.
Huang Donglai looked around and lowered his voice:
"I have a secret recipe. By using Wisteria Fruit in the process, the pungent smell of paraquat can be neutralized, turning it into a colorless and odorless poison!"
"It really is that effective."
Li Mo carefully analyzed the medicinal properties of the two substances.
Based on his experience in cooking and alchemy, it is indeed feasible.
"Which temple did this master come from?" Huang Donglai didn't forget Murong Xiao either.
"My name is Murong Xiao, and I am a fellow disciple of Brother Li."
Murong Xiao's expression turned solemn:
"Brother, you misunderstand. Apart from losing all my hair, having to recite Buddhist scriptures, and being a vegetarian, how else am I similar to a monk?"
He did all this to suppress the power of his bloodline.
Li Mo: "..."
Does it need to be the same in other places?
As he spoke, Murong Xiao's gaze swept across the hall, and then his eyes lit up.
He saw an old monk.
So Murong Xiao stood next to the old monk and said:
"You see, the difference is quite significant."
"Which temple do you two masters hold high office at? Would you like to try our Hengtong Trading Firm's wooden fish? I'm also a Buddhist, so I'll give you both a discount."
"I'll knock you on the head!"
Murong Xiao trembled with anger.
"Amitabha," the old monk murmured.
"Master, we meet again."
Li Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.
The old monk was none other than Heng Yuan; they didn't even know when he had arrived or if he had been waiting for them all along.
He felt it was the latter.
Li Mo asked:
"What guidance do you have for my journey to the Southern Border, Master?"
"..."
The Heng Yuan Hengyuan practiced Silent Zen, and could not utter any words other than the Buddha's name and Buddhist scriptures.
So he started making hand gestures and gesturing.
Li Mo was puzzled.
But Murong Xiao blurted out:
"Do good deeds and don't worry about the future?"
"?"
Li Mo glanced at him in surprise; she hadn't seen Murong Xiao learn sign language before.
How was he able to understand the old monk's meaning?
"Amitabha."
The Heng Yuan chanting of the Buddha's name still echoes in my ears.
But when he looked up again, he was nowhere to be found.
Li Mo was somewhat unsure of what this powerful Zen Sect master at the External Scene Realm was planning.
However, judging from the information provided by the Heavenly Mandate Divine Eye, there should be no malicious intent.
Since that's the case, there's no need to take it too seriously.
The important thing is to get down to business.
"Brother Li, I have many more recommendations for people with miraculous effects in the underworld. Would you like to take a look? Or could you tell me what one does in the Southern Border?" Huang Donglai, true to his word, pulled out a small notebook.
It records many insidious tricks and poison recipes.
"Actually, I went to Southern Border mainly to look for someone."
Li Mo's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the little notebook.
The cover prominently displays the title "The Martial Dao Survival Rules," and the zeroth rule recorded on the first page is:
Watch out for the hammer!
What is all this nonsense?
Upon Huang Donglai thought for a moment and said:
"Then I know what Brother Li needs most."
"What is it?" Li Mo asked.
Huang Donglai pointed to himself. "It's me."
Li Mo: "?"
"The terrain and situation in the Southern Border are both complex, with not only the Southern Garrison Army stationed by the Great Yu, but also the Demon Race and the Demon Summoning Cult."
"The border troops are poorly managed, the Demon Summoning Cult an opportunity to strike, and the Demon Race is even more so, with its internal affairs being extremely complicated and its factions scattered. This requires someone who is quite knowledgeable about the situation in the Southern Border, and my hometown is in the Southern Border."
Upon hearing Huang Donglai's words, Li Mo fell into deep thought.
He had heard about the chaos in Southern Border.
That was a region that even the Great Yu Dynasty had never fully controlled.
Cough...
In fact, Huang Donglai's steady personality reveals that the place that raised him to be so steady was definitely not a kind place.
He and Murong Xiao stumbled in like headless flies.
I wonder when we will be able to reach the territory of the Cry Dragon clan.
Li Mo nodded and said, "I plan to go to the territory of the Cry Dragon clan first. Brother Huang, you haven't saved enough money to buy medicinal herbs yet, have you?"
"Those medicinal herbs are quite expensive... Brother Li, you should purchase what you need first. The territory of the Cry Dragon Clan is very far away."
Huang Donglai somewhat conflicted.
Aside from poisons and cunning gadgets, he didn't know what else to recommend to Brother Li.
It seems like this is useful, and then I think that might be useful too.
He had never fought a battle with such abundant resources before; in the past, he would only purchase what he needed most.
"Brother Huang, have you ever done the math?"
"What debt?"
Li Mo smiled slightly:
"This deposit will clear out the bank's inventory, and there should still be a surplus."
Huang Donglai: "..."
Who in their right mind would do this kind of calculation? I ask you.
But then I thought, as long as I don't buy martial arts techniques or weapons...
That's enough.
Thus, Hengtong Trading Firm achieved its highest single-day sales volume in its history.
Sun Gui was shocked when he learned the news.
Just as he was about to ask the top salesperson's name...
Then I received their resignation letter.
Huang Xiaoguan has transformed into Xiao Li's exclusive guide in Southern Border.
An unassuming carriage drove straight out of Yun Province City.
This carriage looks simple, but it is actually made of extremely sturdy materials and is equipped with various emergency measures.
There is also a map with extremely high precision.
Huang Donglai stood in front of the map and tapped it lightly:
"Brother Li, this is the habitat of the Cry Dragon Clan, called Blackwater Marsh."
He carefully planned the route:
"After leaving the Southern Pass from the Silent Sea Dense Forest, this is our first stop!"
Li Mo sat up straight and looked over.
The map clearly states:
"Treasure Vase Town."
They are thousands of miles apart.
From the sky, the town is surrounded by mountains on three sides, as if it were contained in a bottle.
The green hills are covered with lush terraced fields.
The sky was bright and three suns scorched the earth, distorting the figures of people working in the fields, their sweat dripping down their faces. Some of these people's clothing styles were quite different from those of the areas ruled by the Great Yu Dynasty.
While working, the people chatted with each other.
"Sigh, the harvest is bad this year."
"Part of the tribute has been given to the government troops, and we don't even know if our rations will be enough to last us through the year."
"But what if we don't support Guardian Qi and the others, Demon Race come into the village and eat people?"
"Yes... Our village is considered peaceful. Haven't you heard? A village 800 li away couldn't deliver its grain, the government troops withdrew, and the entire village was eaten by Calamity Beast."
"By the way, that girl who passed through the village seemed quite extraordinary."
As people discussed the matter, they couldn't help but look towards the distance.
Inside the pergola.
There was a girl, as clear and pure as the cold moon, gazing into the distance.
A delicate hand took a mooncake out of the Big-Headed Doll.
The patterns on the mooncakes are surprisingly similar to those of Big-Headed Doll.