Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

Mo Motang has been kneading the magic weapon for Linglou in recent days.

Ten days have passed since the day of panic and eventful events, ten full days, and during these ten days, he didn't even spend a single day in the study above his head.

Every day, I soak in the basement, kneading pieces of silver mud with magic energy and then kneading it with my hands, adjusting it a little bit, trying to meet the needs of Linglou.

Don't ask why it took so long, he really didn't think it was his own problem, it was really the needs of Ling Lou, he really didn't realize it at first.

Let him think about what Linglou said?

【Blocking God's Will】

【Don't want to hear the old man's rambling】

So "God's Will" or another word that can also be called "Heaven's Way" is actually the voice of an old man?

Cough, I went astray.

In short, she seems to be able to hear the voice of heaven in Linglou.

Whether it's in the original text or the incomprehensible things they actually encountered, it's okay to understand in a flash.

It is said by Tiandao that Linglou can grasp the first-hand information about the secret realm; Tiandao said that Linglou can know the hairpin he gave Zhaowan on his head.

Even after that, Linglou packed a lot of information about the sea and sent it to him with a teleportation circle. He was dazzled by all kinds of information that could be detected and could not be detected by others. He should have the assistance of heaven inside.

But after a long time, Mo Motang suddenly realized a problem after the two versions of the magic weapon he tried were knocked back by Linglou.

Perhaps what Linglou heard was not the way of heaven or the will of heaven, but the "spirit"?

It is the "spiritual power" used by the immortal way, and it is another form of "magic energy" on the side of the magic way.

To be honest, he doesn't really believe it. After all, although everyone thinks that the "spirit" is alive, it is not the kind of life that can speak.

But in terms of effect, the coverage of the "spirit" can indeed know many secrets, enough to achieve the feeling like the way of heaven whispering in the ear.

His idea seems to be valid.

And it is more in line with everyone's impression of Tiandao's indifference. After all, things like "spirits" should only convey certain established facts to Linglou.

So in order to verify his own thinking, the version in Mo Motang's hands is aimed at isolating the approach of the "spirit" around Linglou.

Shen Motang yawned, and the magic energy was still writing all kinds of things needed for operation into the magic weapon for a moment.

Oh, I forgot to mention, in the end, Linglou still chose the style of bracelet, or bracelet.

After he sent the design drawing with crooked lines to Linglou, Linglou seemed to be very blind. He drew a new drawing for him, which was not much different from his idea, with slight changes in the details, but overall it was still him. of that.

Well, well, he knows, it's a hardcover reset version.

Instead of the fine structure that will be reflected on the drawing, those gear formations that are so tiny that they are almost invisible, will produce a completely different effect from "raw materials" under the cumulative changes of layers.

It's amazing to think about it.

But Mo Motang didn't feel too much emotion, he had already started his mind-wandering, centering on the information about Huanhai, he continued to expand outward.

If it weren't for the fear of disturbing the composition of the magic weapon, he even wanted to use a silver bracelet to construct a three-dimensional map for him.

When he was waiting for the feedback from the bell tower, he took the time to read some of them. Naturally, it was impossible to read them all. He only focused on the recent survey of the Huanhai incident.

Some of the information was written in a completely different way from the others. Mo Motang guessed that Linglou should have found it through his own ability, but the handwriting was full of uncertainties.

[On August [-]th of this year, there was a large-scale low growl in Huanhai, and the location was difficult to track. It may be a huge monster. After this day, Huanhai began to have frequent changes. The "guess" is related to it]

Judging by this degree of caution, the guess is indeed correct.

But the all-knowing Bell Tower can be restricted to such a degree, this "big monster" is very qualified to be the final boss.

But if this is the case, then the first problem before him is to find "him".

Mo Motang glanced at the magic weapon that was still kneading and refining, and then continued to look away.

That profile doesn't stop there.

Bell Tower also investigated the past information and many behaviors that occurred before that day, and finally came to the conclusion that before the low roar appeared, there was a faint bell sound reaching the sea surface.

Although this matter sounds unbelievable, it seems that the ringtone came from the two silver bells behind his head.

Perhaps it is also linked to other silver bells in the corner of the eaves of the Shuangyuezong.

It's not that he thinks how capable he is in making the ringing of a few bells spread so far, but rather, how should I put it, Mo Motang scratched his hair.

The bell tower's data stated the time when the bell and growl appeared, and in another report, he found the same time.

A little devil recorded all the different or the same situations that occurred in the Shuangyue Sect, and the time between the ringing of the bells on both sides did not exceed a quarter of an hour.

The words "he awakened the monster" were almost pressed to death on his head.

Did Mo Mo feel guilty?

Of course not.

Whether there is a direct causal relationship is not certain, so he will not feel guilty about the loan.

In short, the matter is already in front of us, and it is the right way to sort it out.

So now Shen Motang is trying hard to recall the content of the original text, trying to find information about that thing from the corners.

After all, the original text did not specify why Zhaowan went to the depths of the sea, because of what, what he encountered, what he experienced, nothing was written.

But it really caused him great difficulties.

Simply put, Mo Motang thought about the characters in the novel, especially the villains one by one. Thanks to the relationship diagram he made when he couldn't figure it out, it is still vivid in retrospect, so there should be nothing left behind.

Sorting out these characters one by one, not to mention coming out of Huanhai, there is no one who has anything to do with Huanhai.

It's really hard for him.

But since this is the case, either the author missed it, or he missed it carefully, so it's meaningless to entangle.

Anyway, he had asked Linglou to watch for him, and once he caught "his" movements, Linglou would immediately inform him.

Mo Motang reached out to take the carved magic weapon, and then activated it. In an instant, a vacuum suddenly popped up between the surrounding "spirits" and himself.

Use your spiritual consciousness to try to touch it from the side, and even your spiritual consciousness is wrapped in a vacuum belt.

It looks like it should be a success.

It would be too simple to say that this thing has been successfully refined. Even a genius could not complete three magic weapons with completely different operating principles in ten days, but Mo Motang still packed them and sent them to Linglou.

He has to confirm that the direction is correct before he can continue to do it.

As for whether the direction was correct, he could only send it to Linglou one by one for her to try. The girl didn't even know why she could hear it, let alone fully understand what she heard.

Mo Motang stood up and stretched, no matter whether it was correct or not, it was a matter of tomorrow to revise or continue, he wanted to go back and lie down now.

Even if he doesn't get off work to read the materials, he still has to go back and lie down and read them.

Doing this stuff is more troublesome than imagined.

However, when he slowly moved out of the barrier in the basement, he bumped into Changqing's long-awaited smiling face.

Shen Motang knew that some things were brought about by talking too much, so he walked towards the stairs next to Changqing without saying a word.

Changqing came to think carefully, and she would not just watch herself being ignored and open her mouth to speak.

Mo Mo covered his ears, and said without squinting: "I don't want to hear it."

Long love: "..."

But he wants to say.

Long love: "My lord, don't you really want to go to the village to see? See the results?"

To this day, Changqing's clothes are still the ones that Mo Motang made for him, and it seems that he doesn't intend to take them off, so he can't take it anymore.

But Mo Motang pretended not to hear, and still moved up slowly.

But speaking of the village, he remembered the reason why Zhao Wan came here ten days ago, it was very simple, Zhang Tianzong asked Zhao Wan to come to "persuade" the villagers.

But the person was persuaded by Zhao Wan, so there is no reason to persuade him again. In short, Zhao Wan came several times after that day. Not only did he not persuade anyone to return, but he even watched more people brought back by his love. .

As for the end, I don't know what method Zhaowan used, Chang Tianzong seemed to have stopped for a while and didn't pursue it anymore.

It seems to have heard some other rumors. Besides Guo Zhaowan, he also sent a few young disciples to the shop to inquire about the situation.

Mo Motang only hoped that they would not make trouble so that their shop could open smoothly in early December.

The two of them walked one after the other, and they were about to walk out of the basement.

Changqing was anxious, and suddenly said: "My lord, Mr. Song has also passed."

Mo Motang finally responded, looking back at Changqing through the faint light of the silver bracelet on his wrist, "Is there a problem?"

Changqing was stunned, then shook his head.

Mo Motang turned back and continued to walk up, "But if you say that, does it mean that there is no problem in the village?"

The long-term love repeatedly said yes.

Mo Motang exhaled, "Forget it, let's go and have a look."

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The village is still the same village, but to some extent, it is completely different from the previous dozen or so days ago.

How should I describe this feeling?

Added a lot of breath of life?The villagers seem to have begun to treat this place as a home.

It's quite harmonious.

Mo Motang and Changqing came suddenly, and the villagers were all busy with their own affairs. When someone looked up and saw them, they happily greeted each other.

Later, the villagers had never seen him, but instead greeted him in a hurry by relying on their long-term attitude towards him and the reactions of the people around them.

Within a short distance, Mo Motang forcibly helped five people up, preventing them from plopping on the ground.

The number of people in the village was close to [-]. Mo Motang failed to recognize the first and last arrival of these people through the familiarity of their faces, but accidentally recognized them through their reactions.

This made Mo Motang a little complicated.

However, he walked all the way to the end, and he didn't see the little darlings, nor the old man Song.

As if aware of his thoughts, he moved closer and said, "Mr. Song should have gone to the fields with my grandson."

Mo Motang nodded, thinking whether to go to the field or not.

But after a while, Mo Motang regretted it.

It's not about how he felt when he went to the field, but that he shouldn't have stayed in the village for a while at that time, waiting for the little boy who ran back da da da.

So amidst Xiao Guai hugging his thigh, he greeted Zhao Wan who suddenly landed in front of him.

Then she watched Zhao Wan's complexion turn pale amidst the "Daddy".

Mo Motang panicked, without even thinking about covering Xiaoguai's eyes looking up at him, he hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong!"

"I don't even have a Taoist companion, where did the child come from!"

The author has something to say:

Ah Wan, did you hear that! !