Chen Bafang originally planned to use his ability to travel through the pot world to earn his first pot of gold, realize financial freedom, and then live a life of equal gain.

Who knew it would be such a start.

"Oh, it's too difficult."

At this moment, a rapid knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the Taoist temple.

Chen Bafang suddenly raised his head and his eyes flashed.

There are actually pilgrims coming to this barren mountain?

The knocks outside became more and more urgent, and Chen Bafang hesitated for a moment, holding his sword and getting up to open the door.

The Taoist temple hasn't added incense for a long time.

Since he came to the world of pot, he has been trapped in the Taoist temple for two and a half years and has not seen anyone.

At this time, I couldn't help feeling nervous and excited.

"Here's here."

The door to the Taoist temple is open.

Chen Bafang saw that the knocker was a big man dressed in a big, round waist and round face.

Behind him were four men dressed in coarse linen clothes, and they were all dressed in mountain people. They were holding weapons such as bows, arrows, hunting knives, and their expressions were nervous, as if they were alert to something.

When he saw a young Taoist priest coming to open the door, the square-faced man squeezed out a honest smile.

"Master Xiaodao, we are the tourists from Fangjiazhuang. It's too late to get there. If you want to stay for a night, can you make it convenient?"

The mountain laying guest is a mountaineer who lives by collecting ginseng in the deep mountains and old forests.

As he said that, the square-faced man stuffed a red cloth bag with great tact.

Chen Bafang opened the red cloth bag and saw it covered with wild ginseng as thick as a finger.

The wild ginseng is still covered with mud. It seems that it was just dug out of the mountains and is very fresh.

When sending tourists to the mountains to collect ginseng, they usually don’t bring too much money. The only thing they can do is to pick up ginseng.

In this mountain, there are rare treasures everywhere. Wild ginseng that have been more than fifty years old is not uncommon. If you are lucky, you will find a ginseng plant that has been dug up for a hundred years and will never have to worry about food and drink in your life.

The square-faced man had to have more than fifty years of age in his hand.

It cannot be used, this cannot be used.

While refusing, Chen Bafang put away the wild ginseng and put away the wild ginseng: "Please come in."

"Thank you, Master."

The square-faced man bowed his hand, and five mountain tourists walked into the Taoist temple one after another.

At this time, Chen Bafang noticed that these people were covered with wounds and were covered with large blood stains on their clothes.

"Donor, are you injured?"

The big man with square face changed for a moment, "We were injured by wild animals when we were collecting ginseng in the mountains, so it's okay."

Chen Bafang was silent. He saw one of the Shangkees with a bright red palm print on his chest.

This is not a wound that a beast can cause.
Chapter completed!