Huang Donglai recommended it with excitement:
"Brother Li, take a look at this first. This is Bilin Paraquat, an excellent drug for killing insects and weeds when cultivating natural materials and treasures. Not only is it very effective, it is also very cheap."
"The downside is that the smell is too pungent and can be smelled from a long distance away."
He took out a porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and a pungent smell immediately came out of it.
"Brother Huang, I'm not going to southern Xinjiang to engage in planting."
Li Mo was a little confused as to why Huang Donglai recommended this thing to him.
Carry a bottle of paraquat with you when you go out?
This is not useful...
"Brother Li doesn't know."
Huang Donglai looked around and lowered his voice:
"I have a unique secret recipe. As long as it is made with wisteria fruit, the pungent smell of paraquat can be neutralized, and it will become a colorless and odorless poison!"
"It's such an outstanding effect."
Li Mo carefully analyzed the medicinal properties of the two things.
Judging from his experience in cooking and making elixirs, it is indeed feasible.
"Which temple did this master come from?" Huang Donglai did not forget Murong Xiao.
"My name is Murong Xiao, and I am from the same school as Brother Li."
Murong Xiao's face turned serious:
"Brother, you misunderstood. Apart from my hair falling out, the fact that I need to recite Buddhist scriptures and eat vegetarian food, how else am I the same as a monk?"
He did this to suppress the blood power in his body.
Li Mo: “…”
Is it necessary to have the same in other places?
As he spoke, Murong Xiao glanced around the hall, and then his eyes lit up.
He saw an old monk.
So Murong Xiao stood beside the old monk and said:
“You see, there is still a big difference.”
"Which temple do you two masters work in? Would you like to try the wooden fish of our Hengtong Company? I am also a Buddhist, so I will give you a discount."
"I'll knock you on the head!"
Murong Xiao was so angry that he trembled coldly.
"Amitabha." The old monk murmured the Buddha's name.
"Master, we meet again."
Li Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.
The old monk was Hengyuan. No one knew when he came or whether he had been waiting for them here.
He felt it was the latter.
Li Mo asked:
"Master, do you have any advice for me on this trip to Southern Xinjiang?"
"......"
Venerable Monk Hengyuan practiced silent meditation and was not allowed to utter any other words except the Buddha's name and Buddhist scriptures.
So he started gesticulating and demonstrating.
Li Mo didn't understand.
But Murong Xiao blurted out:
"Just do good things...don't worry about the future?"
"?"
Li Mo looked at him in surprise. He had never seen Murong Xiao learn sign language.
Why could he understand what the old monk meant?
"Amitabha."
The eternal Buddhist chant still echoes in my ears.
But when I looked up again, I didn't know where he had gone.
Li Mo was somewhat unsure of the intentions of this powerful Zen master in the Outer Scenery Realm.
But judging from the information given by the Eye of Destiny, there should be no malicious intent.
In that case, there is no need to take it too seriously.
Business is important.
"Brother Li, I have many more recommendations for Yin people with miraculous effects. Would you like to take a look? Or can you tell me what to do in southern Xinjiang?" Huang Donglai did not forget his original intention and took out a small notebook.
It records many tricks to harm others and poison ratios.
"Actually, I went to Southern Xinjiang mainly to look for people."
Li Mo looked at the little notebook and his mouth twitched slightly.
The cover clearly reads "Martial Arts Survival Rules", and the first page records the following:
【Beware the hammer! 】
What is going on?
Huang Donglai heard this, thought for a moment and said:
"Then I know what Brother Li needs most."
"What is it?" Li Mo asked.
Huang Donglai pointed at himself and said, "It's me."
Li Mo: “?”
"The terrain and situation of Southern Xinjiang are just as complex. Not only is there the Southern Border Army stationed by Dayu, but there are also demon tribes and the Demon Summoning Cult."
"The border troops are poorly managed, the Demon Summoning Cult is lurking in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to strike, not to mention the demon clan. The internal situation is even more complicated, with many mountaintops. This requires someone who is quite familiar with the situation in southern Xinjiang. My hometown is in southern Xinjiang."
After hearing Huang Donglai's words, Li Mo fell into silence.
He had always heard about the chaos in southern Xinjiang.
That was an area that the Dayu Dynasty had never completely controlled.
cough.....
In fact, it can be seen from Huang Donglai's stable character that the place that can cultivate such a stable character is definitely not a good place.
He and Murong Xiao rushed in like flies.
I don’t know when we can reach the territory of the Mingjiao clan.
Li Mo nodded and said, "I plan to go to the Ming Jiao clan's territory first. Brother Huang, you haven't saved enough money to buy medicinal herbs yet, right?"
"Those medicinal herbs are very expensive... Brother Li, you should buy what you need first. The Ming Jiao tribe's territory is very far away."
Huang Donglai was a little conflicted.
Apart from poison and gadgets to harm people, he didn't know what else to recommend to Brother Li.
It seems that this one is useful, and then I think that one is useful too.
He had never fought such a wealthy war before, and in the past he would only buy what he needed most.
"Brother Huang, have you ever done the math?"
"What account?"
Li Mo smiled slightly:
"After clearing out the bank's inventory with this deposit slip, there should be a surplus."
Huang Donglai: “…”
May I ask, who in their right mind would do this kind of calculation?
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