In the early morning, before the rooster crows, Wang Xiaoyi's knock on the door pulled Zhou Dao out of his sleep.

"Do you know what time it is?"

Zhou Dao was sleepy and looked at the sky, looking a little dazed.

At this hour, even the women in Wild Donkey Alley haven't gotten up yet.

"Where's the book? Where's the book I asked you to bring out yesterday?" Wang Xiaoyi was impatient.

He was busy at Yuanmen last night, and what he was thinking about was the "General History of the Demon Control Division" that he asked Zhou Dao to bring out.

"Can't you wait until dawn?" Zhou Dao curled his lips and called Wang Xiaoyi to come in.

"By the way, have you heard about that incident in Sanyang Town?" Zhou Dao said suddenly.

"What's up?"

"There was a butcher in Sanyang Town. He was very angry when he woke up. One day, before dawn, someone came to his door to buy pork..."

Inside the house, Zhou Dao was rummaging around and talking.

In the yard, Wang Xiaoyi looked into the house and asked casually: "What next?"

"Then the man died!"

"..."

As he spoke, Zhou Dao walked out with the "General History of the Demon Control Division" and stuffed it into Wang Xiaoyi's arms.

"This is the first time I've seen you care so much about something besides flowers and wine."

"You don't know the value of this thing. It can't be measured by money. Taking it out means status and face..." Wang Xiaoyi felt like he had found a treasure. He took out a piece of cowhide from his arms and wrapped it carefully.

This piece of yellow cowhide is at least ten years old and is most suitable for wrapping books.

Zhou Dao was not surprised when he saw this.

Collectors all have their own circles, and those who like to collect ancient books don’t have a big circle. But if anyone can come up with a rare ancient book, it will definitely cause a sensation.

That sense of vanity and satisfaction cannot be compared to even visiting the flower house ten times.

"Are you going to sell it?" This is what Zhou Dao is most concerned about.

He knew that this book was out of print and there were not many of it on the market. How could it be sold at a good price?

"Sell? Even if you sell me, you still have to keep this treasure." Wang Xiaoyi shook his head.

In their circle, there is an unwritten rule that all "hard goods" are used to keep the bottom of the box, and they will never be used unless absolutely necessary, especially ancient books that are very old.

Even if it is so damaged that only a piece of paper remains, it may still be worth thousands of gold.

"A few years ago, there was a big event in a village in Qianfo Mountain." Wang Xiaoyi started talking.

"There was a poor boy who, while sorting out the scriptures in the village temple, found a scroll of scriptures that was damaged by insects..."

When Zhou Dao heard this, his heart moved.

"Although that poor boy has never seen the world, he also knows that this thing is probably a treasure, otherwise he would not hide it so deeply." Wang Xiaoyi marveled: "But he couldn't understand the words on the manuscript, and finally got it from the market.

Collect it and sell it..."

"this……"

Zhou Dao curled his lips, and understood what he said. This manuscript must have hidden secrets and be valuable. It may not even contain some Taoist magical power recorded on it.

It's a pity that this poor boy didn't know how to find the treasure, so he will miss this treasure.

Some things have their own destiny. This great opportunity is not yours. Even if it falls into your hands, it is just a passing hand.

"What happened next?" Zhou Dao asked.

"It's interesting to say that the poor boy was sitting in front of the stall holding the manuscript. It was a day and no one paid attention to it." Wang Xiaoyi said with a smile.

Come to think of it, in that kind of remote place, who would spend money to buy a piece of waste paper that they can't understand?

But just when the poor boy gave up, a man came to his stall and bought the manuscript for only one penny.

"What kind of treasure is that manuscript?" Zhou Dao asked.

Since Wang Xiaoyi said this was a big event, the manuscript must be a great treasure.

"I don't know." Wang Xiaoyi shook his head and pretended to be mysterious: "The key is not the manuscript, but the gentleman. Do you know who he is?"

"Shi?" Zhou Dao was stunned, and then asked in confusion: "Who is he?"

"Qi pillar, void mark!" Wang Xiaoyi's eyes flashed with a look of yearning.

"Nine Divine Pillars!?" Zhou Dao was stunned.

The person who spent a penny to buy the manuscript of that poor boy turned out to be one of the majestic [Nine Divine Pillars].

A few days ago, Zhou Dao heard Chi Chengfeng mention the name of this legendary figure.

Even among the [Nine Divine Pillars], this Master Qi Pillar is considered special. He is self-taught without a teacher, and he has learned the Dharma from thousands of classics. His divine power is so powerful that it overwhelms the world. Some even say that his

The strength is among the [Nine Divine Pillars] and can be ranked in the top three.

"He spent a penny to buy someone else's treasure?" Zhou Dao's expression became a little strange.

That's one of the [Nine Divine Pillars], a man who has become famous in the world. He's so arrogant that he takes advantage of a little guy?

Thinking of this, Zhou Dao thought of Li Zangfeng again.

The same as the [Nine Divine Pillar], this sword pillar seems a little abnormal.

"A penny? Do you know what the poor boy got in the end?" Wang Xiaoyi suddenly raised his voice.

"He was accepted as a disciple by Qi Zhu."

"What?" Zhou Dao was stunned, but he did not expect such an ending.

"That's a Qi Pillar, every word and every action has a profound meaning." Wang Xiaoyi said.

This matter has spread like crazy in their circles. It is really shameful to collect ancient books and scrolls and encounter such a huge fortune.

But some people say, what kind of existence is the Qi Pillar? Look at the Qi, look at the sky, and understand the trend of the world. That poor boy is the treasure that the Qi Pillar is looking for.

He spent a penny to buy this relationship between master and apprentice.

"That poor boy..." Zhou Dao murmured softly.

He discovered that [Nine Divine Pillars] like to accept others as their apprentices.

At least everyone he had seen and heard had this problem.

"Now you know how awesome our circle is." Wang Xiaoyi pulled Zhou Dao towards the bun shop on the street.

This is the time to enjoy breakfast.

"Maybe I can find an opportunity from one of the ancient books I collected, and let a certain Nine Divine Pillar accept me as his disciple..." Wang Xiaoyi always has a bright future for the future... No, it's a fantasy.

"Here are two buns to shut your mouth."

Zhou Dao picked up two big, white and soft buns and stuffed them into Wang Xiaoyi.

"By the way, Brother Dao, I heard that Lin'an Mansion sent a master to investigate Yuan Clan's case."

Wang Xiaoyi became serious and said suddenly.

"It is a serious crime for the Yuan clan to collude with the Demon Suppression Division. It is not surprising that the higher-ups sent people here." Zhou Dao said softly.

"It's not just for the Demon Suppression Division..." Wang Xiaoyi looked around and lowered his voice.

"I heard that the Yuan Clan has an ancestral treasure that is of great importance, but the Yuan Clan was killed this time but no one found it. The people sent from above seem to be here for this thing."

"An ancestor's treasure?" Zhou Dao's heart moved, and he instinctively thought of the beautiful white snake woman last night.

Such a strange demonization may be related to the treasure passed down by the Yuan family.

"You didn't find it last night?"

Wang Xiaoyi shook his head, picked up two steamed buns, and dragged Zhou Dao towards the direction of the Monster Control Department.

"These days, the Yuan Clan's properties, houses, and secret palaces... have almost all been confiscated, and nothing has been found."

The higher-ups didn't seem to care about Yuan Men's property, and even a fool could tell that they were looking for something.

As for what he was looking for, Wang Xiaoyi didn't know. He only vaguely learned from the female demon-slaying guard next to the commander that it seemed to be the ancestral treasure of the Yuan clan.

"Si Li suspects that the thing is probably in the hands of Yuanmen's trapped fish."

"A fish that slipped through the net!?" Zhou Dao's eyes darkened.

Before the Dragon King Festival was over, Shang Tianhe had already issued an order to seal off Pingjiang City, blocking all Yuan Clan's escape routes.

Therefore, the possibility of that thing being taken out was not high unless it was not in Pingjiang City early in the morning.

"Outside Pingjiang City, people from Yuan Clan..."

Zhou Dao murmured softly, and an idea flashed in his mind. He seemed to have thought of something, but he couldn't grasp it.

After talking all the way, the two of them arrived at the Demon Control Department.

"The first commander has arrived, sir."
Chapter completed!