Lin Zhongtian raised the corner of his mouth and continued, "As for the statue, the mountain god has been dissatisfied with it for a long time, so before he left the mountain, he created a body for the general in his own image, and specifically told us to leave the statue behind before we leave. You can think of it as a reward from the mountain god to you."

"I see."

After hearing what he said, Li Erhu understood.

"Okay." Lin Zhongtian waved his hand. "Let's stop here tonight. Go and dismiss the villagers and let them go home to have a good sleep. If there is anything happening in the village in the future, come to the temple and tell them. Do you understand?"

"Understood."

Li Erhu nodded quickly, but he was still dizzy and in a dream until Lin Zhongtian left with the three tigers.

Fortunately, he still remembered Lin Zhongtian's instructions and told the villagers exactly what Lin Zhongtian had said, including that Yingzui Mountain was renamed Yunwu Mountain and that the mountain god had personally bestowed the statue.

The villagers were very excited when they heard the two pieces of news.

They felt that this was the mountain god's recognition of Qiugang Village.

Several village elders who were woken up by the younger generations in the middle of the night were originally a little dissatisfied, but when they heard the news, they immediately started to discuss excitedly, arguing with saliva flying about whether they should change the name of the village to Yunwu Village.

Lin Zhongtian didn't care about the villagers' reactions.

Leaving this stone body behind was just to make it easier for himself to obtain information.

After all, this is the village closest to the spatial coordinates, and it is quite important from a geographical point of view.

Lin Zhongtian had no intention of staying in the mountains forever. He had been reluctant to leave the mountains before just to study the gray fog and flesh and blood. Now that his experiments had achieved some success, he naturally wanted to go out for a walk and take a look.

With the stone body staying in the village, he would be the first to know if anything happened.

As for the mountain forest connected to the gray fog space, Lin Zhongtian also had arrangements.

He left the three tigers, Chang'an, Great Wall and Jili, to guard the place with the space node. His own body as a little squirrel would also stay in this forest to accompany and monitor the three tigers.

After making these arrangements, Lin Zhongtian could leave with peace of mind.

Before leaving, Lin Zhongtian went to the place where the space coordinates were located.

He first replenished the gray mist in this body, and then compressed the gray mist into a solid state, condensing it into two accessories, a dragon and a tiger, and wrapped them with black jade on the outside, making two black jade pendants that looked like accessories on the surface, but were actually rechargeable batteries.

Lin Zhongtian did some calculations and found that after the gray fog reserves in his body reached the upper limit, it could last for about 130 years.

Including the two black jade pendants, this time can be extended to about two hundred and eighty years.

Even if he used the gray fog to strengthen this body every day and sent a portion of it out every month to strengthen others, he could guarantee that he would not need to return to this forest to replenish the gray fog within sixty years.

After getting this result, Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

After getting everything ready, Lin Zhongtian put on the green robe he got from Fu Youzhi, took some gold and silver from the gray fog space, took the little tiger Chang'an, who had become increasingly intelligent in recent days, and then prepared to go down the mountain.

Speaking of this, I have to mention it.

During the period of studying the gray fog and flesh and blood, Lin Zhongtian moved a lot of materials from this world into the gray fog space.

The most massive of them is the body of the rock giant that is as big as a hill, and the mountain where this body is located.

That’s right, Lin Zhongtian moved the entire mountain into the gray fog space.

It is called a mountain, but in fact it is just a small hill with an altitude of only 60 meters and a length and width of only 200 meters.

But even such a small hill actually contains a lot of jade and precious metals.

Although the quality is very average and the impurities are too numerous to look at, with Lin Zhongtian's control over the gray fog space, these impurities can be easily extracted.

Therefore, after a simple purification, Lin Zhongtian successfully obtained 35 kilograms of pure jade and agate of various colors, as well as 157 kilograms of precious metals such as gold, silver, and aluminum.

Relying on these things, even if Lin Zhongtian is an illegal immigrant with no background, he should be able to live a comfortable life in the human world.

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…

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

There is a Tingfeng Teahouse beside the official road about ten miles outside the capital.

It is called a teahouse, but in fact it is just a simple tea shed with a roof covered with mats and wind leaks in from all sides, so it is called Tingfeng.

The person who named this teahouse is quite an interesting person.

At this moment, four guests came into the teahouse. One of them was a tall young man in a blue shirt, with broad shoulders and back, a slender figure, delicate skin, and no signs of weathering. At first glance, he was a rich and pampered young man.

I just don't know why this rich kid is traveling alone, and there are no servants to protect him.

As for the other three, they were two men and one woman who were traveling together as wanderers.

Compared with the rich young men next to them, these three were wearing tent coats and straw hats, and there were still traces of last night's spring rain on their clothes. They looked dusty and in a very embarrassed state.

The owner of the teahouse opened his shop in this kind of place, so naturally he met all kinds of strange and eccentric people.

With just one glance, he knew how to deal with these four guests.

What the guests who are rushing on the road in the rain need most is to warm themselves up and quench their thirst.

So he brought the three of them a pot of hot tea at just the right temperature.

What the rich disciples want is the artistic conception of tea tasting and the vanity of showing off in front of others.

So after serving the hot tea, the boss poured out the other pot of freshly brewed hot tea in front of the four guests, carefully took out his best tea from the bottom of the counter, brewed it again, and respectfully brought it to the young man's table.

"Sir, please enjoy the excellent Biluochun."

"oh?"

The young man raised his eyebrows, took the teapot, and poured a cup naturally and skillfully.

In the beautiful white porcelain teacup, the deep green tea leaves slowly stretched out their bodies and floated on the green tea water, making the whole cup of tea look like jade.

“Good tea!”

The young man exclaimed in admiration, and his unconcealed voice attracted the attention of the three martial artists nearby.

The female guest sniffed the tea fragrance in the air and couldn't help licking her lips.

Seeing this scene, the male guest opposite seemed to be jealous. He snorted coldly, slammed the table, and shouted, "Boss, you are so rude. We are both customers, why do you give him good tea and give us this kind of shit? Do you think we are too poor to afford it?"

"This, this... Sir, you are wronged!"

The boss looked embarrassed and apologized repeatedly.

The male guest snorted coldly upon hearing this and said, "Don't bother with the nice words. Order us a pot of good tea, the kind he drinks."

As he spoke, the male guest pointed to the young man who was sipping tea next to him.

Seeing this, the female guest frowned and whispered, "Second brother..."

The male guest waved his hand and interrupted the female guest: "It doesn't matter, we're almost in Beijing anyway, so don't save this little money."

“There’s really no need to save it.”

The young man who was sipping tea suddenly said this.

Hearing this, the three people next to them turned their heads and glared at the young man.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing." The young man said slowly while sipping his tea, "I just think what you said is right. After all, the dead don't need money - don't you think so, boss?"

When he said the last sentence, the young man raised his head and looked at the owner of Tingfeng Teahouse with a smile.