Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"Wang Qiye, I am here to beg for alms."

It was still six o'clock. Zhuang Baoxiang was holding a bowl, and his newlywed wife was standing behind him, looking graceful and elegant.

Su Linye looks in good condition now. His injuries have almost recovered. He stroked a tuft of his hair with his hand while looking at everyone carefully.

"Monk, how did you feel last night?"

Wang Qiye handed over six cakes and filled the monk's bowl with wine, saying with a sly smile.

"Hey, hey, it's warm!"

Zhuang Baoxiang smiled foolishly twice, revealing a mouthful of white teeth on his charred face, and distributed three cakes to Su Linye behind him.

Wang Qiye looked at his silly look and couldn't help shaking his head. It seemed that he had not yet realized the true meaning of having a wife.

"Master, water."

A crisp sound was heard, and Su Linye raised a bowl that was only the size of a palm.

Wang Qiye's eyes lit up when he saw this charming woman from the Hehuan Sect. He filled her bowl with wine and whispered a message to her.

"Miss Su, that monk is a rookie. If you can capture him, it will be of great help to your practice. If you succeed tonight, I will reward you with 10 magic tools. How about that?"

After hearing this, Su Linye's eyes lit up, and his small tongue unconsciously licked his lips, giving Wang Qiye a smile that showed his deep understanding.

"Do you really mean what the Taoist said?"

When Wang Qiye saw the woman from the Hehuan Sect was full of confidence, he thought, he really can’t underestimate the Hehuan Sect!

"It must be true."

Su Linye gave him an ambiguous look, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, sat on the stone next to the Coal Monk, and started eating the cake in small bites.

"Master, I'm here to beg for alms."

Fang Qingtian was the last one in line, also holding a bowl, and walked forward.

Wang Qiye took out three more cakes and handed them to him, and filled his bowl with wine.

"Thank you, Taoist Master."

Fang Qingtian took it, sat down on the stone next to Wang Qiye, and began to eat.

"There wasn't even a mosquito yesterday. Do you think someone will come and rob our treasure today?"

Wang Qiye took out a big bowl, poured himself a bowl of wine, and took a big sip with a piece of cake.

"Master, you should close the stall. Anyone with a bit of common sense wouldn't think so and come to this place."

Fang Qingtian was drinking and almost burst out laughing.

"We've only been doing business for one day and we're going to go bankrupt? Everyone, come up with a solution!"

Wang Qiye glanced at everyone who was eating the cake, his eyes full of unwillingness. Is his journey to the Habala flag-grabbing battle going to end here?

"Master, look at these endless graves. Don't you feel creepy?"

Su Linye, who was fine just now, looked at Wang Qiye with a somewhat cold look. He bit the biscuit with gritted teeth, as if he was chewing Wang Qiye.

Her lover and her fellow students all fell on this land. There are more than 400 graves of various sizes around, and no one knows which one she is buried in.

"Hahaha, Miss Su may not understand. I hope they can crawl out and seek revenge on me, Wang Qiye. It's a pity that without Buddha in your heart, ghosts and gods are not your friends."

Wang Qiye laughed loudly, not paying attention to Su Linye's eyes, and then sighed again.

Su Linye did not respond, but felt a little cold, which was not dispelled by the black-scaled wheat and the rising sun. With his chin resting on his knees and his hands hugging his legs, two silent lines of hot tears flowed out.

"No self, true Buddha, Wang Qiye, it's not too late for you to follow me and believe in Buddhism now."

Zhuang Baoxiang had just finished a sip of wine, raised his head, chanted a Buddhist name, and gave Wang Qiye a smile.

"Come on, monk, you still want to learn your sutra from me. Who gave you the courage?"

Wang Qiye, who was originally a little depressed, was successfully amused by the monk's words and couldn't straighten his back.

"There is no self, the true Buddha. I learn from you, and you learn from me. There is no distance between Buddhas, and there is no difference between the length and shortness of the path."

There was no color or blush on Zhuang Baoxiang's charred face.

Wang Qiye no longer paid any attention to this blockhead. He took a bite of the cake and glanced at the hills around the black flag with melancholy eyes. Now he couldn't even see the man who was taking charge of the situation.

"Sir, since no one is coming, we can have some free time. We don't have to fight each other."

Su Yingmeng hoped that no one would attack her. Without the pressure, her complexion became much rosier.

"Oh, girl, you are really good at comforting people. I really don't understand which side you are on." Wang Qiye sighed in his heart.

"After we finish eating, let's divide the food. Each of you takes 10 magic tools and 200 spiritual stones. The rest will be divided equally between the monk and I."

"Master, in the previous battle to guard the treasure, we killed all the people ourselves, and all the money went into our own pockets. These belong to you and Zhuang Baoxiang, how can we take them?"

Su Yingmeng was happy in her heart. It was good that the young master still remembered her.

Before entering the Habala Flag War, I never dared to imagine that I could have so much wealth, even a storage bag was a luxury. But now I not only have a storage bag, but also more than 20 magic tools and hundreds of spiritual stones. In the past, I had to rely on selling my body and live a hard life, which was unimaginable.

"Brother, your injury may be cured. You don't have to rely on medicine every day." Su Yingmeng was grateful in her heart. She looked at the man leaning on the stone with tears in her eyes.

"Take it. I've called you sir for so long, I can't let you call me that for nothing."

Wang Qiye put his arms on his head to make himself more comfortable. At this time, the sun parted the clouds and mist and sprinkled down, just enough to cover his whole body. He closed his eyes comfortably.

A small black snake climbed onto Wang Qiye's chest, coiled up, and enjoyed the last sunshine of Habara with Wang Qiye after he had eaten and drunk his fill.

"Thank you very much, sir. Your kindness will never be forgotten by me."

Su Yingmeng knelt down again and kowtowed to the ground.

"If you care about your son, you should have killed me earlier to save him from suffering in the future."

Wang Qiye exhaled two puffs of white air from his nostrils. Without opening his eyes, he cursed her in his heart for being so useless.

"Wang Qiye, even if you bribe me, I won't let you go."

Yu Jinyan pretended to be calm and made her tone harsher.

"Okay, I'll wait."

Wang Qiye ignored her and hummed lazily.

"Thank you, Taoist priest. Then my mistress——"

Fang Qingtian stood and saluted, looking at the woman in the light pink dress who was resting her head on her knees.

"The same treatment as you guys."

Anyway, there weren’t many spirit stones. What’s more, these things were all robbed. There were too many of them, so Wang Qiye didn’t care.

"Then I would like to thank you, Prince Wang."

A clear voice came, and the woman from the Hehuan Sect who was desperate just now had changed her appearance. Although she did not stand up, she was polite. If it weren't for the tears in the corners of her eyes, just looking at her smiling face, you would definitely not be able to tell that she had just cried.

Fang Qingtian, Su Yingmeng and Yu Jinyan bid farewell to Wang Qiye and went to pack up the treasure together. Su Linye also came along. Even though she could only take 10 magic tools and 200 spirit stones, women are naturally defenseless against these things. Seeing them and satisfying her desire to try them out is the greatest happiness for her.

"Sir, the inventory has been completed. This is your portion."

Su Yingmeng respectfully handed over a storage bag.

Wang Qiye then became interested and woke up from his state of being in the sun. He took it and took a look inside.

113 storage bags, 264 magic tools, 6841 spiritual stones, 0 talismans, one thousand-year-old elixir, and a bunch of miscellaneous items. Contribution points.

All in all, the income from this Habala Flag-grabbing Battle was about 14 Spirit Stones, which could be considered as getting rich overnight. Of course, this was the income after the action was made under ideal conditions, but no matter what, he would have a foothold in this cultivation civilization from now on.

Thinking of this, Wang Qiye was in a good mood and fell into a deep sleep in the sunshine.

No one disturbed him that day. Wang Qiye slept in the sun from morning till sunset, as if he had returned to the days at the outer martial arts training ground of Qingzhu Peak. He slept comfortably and freely.

"Wang Qiye, I'm going to bed first."

Zhuang Baoxiang picked up Su Linye and walked towards his corner.

Su Linye hooked his hands around Zhuang Baoxiang's neck, resting his head on his black shoulders like water, looking at Wang Qiye with an incomprehensible smile.

Wang Qiye also smiled back, and the two smiled mysteriously at each other again, until Zhuang Baoxiang jumped into the corner and the couple disappeared. Wang Qiye still stretched his neck, as if he was ready to watch a good show.

A soundproof magic circle lit up, and Wang Qiye pressed the stone and stretched his head.

"Should we start?"

There was a thick fog over the magic circle at night. Nothing could be seen or heard, but there was a strange flickering light from time to time. Sometimes it was red, sometimes black, and sometimes pink. It was really imaginative. Wang Qiye, who was peeking, guessed all night and did not sleep well.