"There are countless temples in the world, and there are very few temples without owners scattered around the world. Naturally, it is impossible for the gods to pick them up for the cheap. The spiritual roots of a temple are vain. Nearly 50% of the spiritual roots of unknown origins circulating on the market are waste roots. If you are not careful, you will be cheated in a mess."

Wang Ruifeng looked at Yang Shixuan with a smile and opened his mouth: "The so-called waste roots are the phenomenon of decline after thousands of years of continuous use of the spiritual roots of the temple. In this case, the spiritual roots of the temple that are only two inches long can almost swallow the spiritual energy collected in the temple without leaving any left!"

Yang Shixuan couldn't help but be shocked. After a while, he was a little lucky and said with some gritted teeth: "That old guy is really here to cheat me! Fortunately, I didn't buy it on the spot, otherwise it would be miserable."

"Haha, under normal circumstances, waste roots are directly traded on the black market. In the black market where fish and dragons are mixed, even waste roots can be sold at a normal price. Many waste roots have been lost for many times, and they are still circulating in the black market." Wang Ruifeng shook his head and said, "It's just that Zhong Jinlun was unlucky. He threw all his savings and bought the spiritual roots of a temple, but he bought the waste roots. It was tasteless to eat, but it was a pity to throw them away."

"Uh." The amount of information was a little too large. Yang Shixuan frowned for more than ten seconds before he could figure out the secret, and then asked: "Then why didn't he send his spiritual roots to the black market to change hands?"

"Because the news that the spiritual roots of Guangong Temple in Dajing Town are a waste roots, it has been known for a long time. If he dares to send them to the black market and take action, he will not come back intact!" Wang Ruifeng glanced at Yang Shixuan and said patiently: "No one will care about you when trading waste roots in secret, but if you take the spiritual roots that are obviously waste roots to go to the black market to trade and cheat people, this will break the rules of others and the outcome will not be much better."

Yang Shixuan's face turned a lot darker, and he gritted his teeth and said, "So the person named Zhong hit me on the head, and wanted to bully me and become an immortal, so he threw this big pit to me to jump?"

"Isn't that what it means?" Wang Ruifeng patted Yang Shixuan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't hate him, who can't rack his brains to reduce losses when he is in such a bad situation? It's just a natural thing. What's more, the old man named Zhong has been a land god for decades. He finally saved up a considerable amount of property, but in the black market, he was so bloodless that he was frustrated and he was so nervous that he had no food left!"

Yang Shixuan doesn’t think that Wang Ruifeng’s words make sense. It’s your own business that you are unlucky. If you want to transfer your bad luck to others, that’s your fault. No reason can be covered up!

How long has it been since I became an immortal? I have encountered so many messy things. You can imagine how chaotic the entire temple will be! If you want to make your mark here, kind-hearted people will probably only be able to make wedding dresses for others in your life. No wonder so many immortal officials have been staying in their original positions for decades and have been unable to make any progress. After all, isn’t it because they are merciful?

The water in the temple is so turbid!

Shaking his head and throwing all these thoughts behind his head, Yang Shixuan calmed down and asked, "Senior Brother, although there are many temples in the world, they are limited after all. Is every temple with abandoned spiritual roots unsuccessful?"

"Of course there is a rescue, but it is not a problem you can solve now." Wang Ruifeng sighed: "Senior brother knows that you have a way in the sun, but the process of regaining the waste roots is no less than rebuilding a brand new temple. The process is complicated and time-consuming, and it is not worth the effort."

"Oh..." Yang Shixuan nodded thoughtfully, and then asked: "Then are all the temples with abandoned spiritual roots and have no use value?"

"Of course there is value in utilization, but it's very limited." Wang Ruifeng chuckled and said, "The wastelanded auxiliary temples are all freely distributed by immortals and gods from all over the country. This is the rule. The benefits obtained from the auxiliary temple are the benefits that all immortal officials in a department must share equally. However, if you buy the spiritual roots of a temple, it is equivalent to getting the ownership of the temple. Naturally, the spirit mushrooms and incense burners produced in this temple belong to individuals."

Yang Shixuan's eyes suddenly lit up, but Wang Ruifeng noticed his expression change and shook his head and said, "How much profit can a small temple in the town get? Compared with the selling price of hundreds of thousands, millions, and tens of millions, the daily income of mushrooms is not enough to even plug the teeth!"

The thought in his heart was seen through by his senior brother at first sight. Yang Shixuan couldn't help but laugh awkwardly, and figured out the actual situation of the spiritual roots of the temple. His purpose of visiting the county government was achieved.

He took out a small box from his arms like a magic trick. Yang Shixuan held it in his hands and handed it to Wang Ruifeng, saying, "Senior Brother, you have to help you all this time. This is an eighth-grade Guangling Pill. I hope that the senior brother can accept his junior brother's carelessness."

Yang Shixuan did hope that Wang Ruifeng could accept it from the bottom of his heart, but who would have thought that Wang Ruifeng didn't even look at the elixir that was extremely important in the eyes of all gods?

He waved his hand with a pretentious angrily to block Yang Shixuan's hands. Instead of accepting the eighth-grade Guangling Pill, Wang Ruifeng took out a small wooden box from his arms and threw it to Yang Shixuan.

"Senior brother is still alive, so I need you to worry about it? Why do you help you as a senior brother? Next time, I will see if I don't smash your butt! There are two ninth-grade Xuanyuan Pills here. Come back to your Dajing Town Yamen. I'll be upset when I see you!"

Wang Ruifeng cursed and turned around and left in a very casual manner.

Only Yang Shixuan was left holding the small wooden box that had not been given out, looking at the newly added small wooden box, standing there like a piece of wood, staring straight at Wang Ruifeng's departure back.

Yang Shixuan knew that his favor was too great and his master's debt was not paid off. The elder brother's care made him feel that he was in debt.

Shaking his head and putting two small wooden boxes into his arms, Yang Shixuan sighed lightly, "Oh, it's a sin to be too young... This apprentice, my junior brother, is he taken care of everywhere? When will it be my turn to take care of others!!"

Yang Shixuan never expected that the person who needed to be taken care of by him had quietly returned to the gate of the main yamen in Dajing Town.

Zhong Jinlun stood at the door anxiously, his eyebrows filled with worry.

Since he took over the spiritual roots of Guan Gong Temple, he has not had a day of sleep in peace!

This time he was in trouble. After thinking about it, he decided to make an honest announcement with Yang Shixuan...

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