Yuan Xiang returned to the ruined temple to rest at night. During the day, he went to the surrounding villages and towns in Songyang County to make purchases and inquire about the situation.

By the way, he also left a sign to tell the other party that he had arrived.

When I came back, the sign had changed, meaning the joint would be held tomorrow.

This is good news for Yuanxiang, but there is also bad news.

That is, he found out that there was a new Iron Ruler in Songyang Town who was eager to make meritorious deeds, and he was worried that the other party would find him.

After all, it won't be handed over until tomorrow, so we can't guarantee that there will be extraneous problems.

So he had to be prepared. When he really met the other party, he would inevitably kill him.

Therefore, preparations must be made in advance to destroy the corpse and eliminate traces.

Of course, it would be best if you don’t need it.

Just as he was thinking about it, his eyes fell on the Buddha statue that recorded the Eight Treasures Golden Body.

"Thank you if this thing becomes a one-time deal." Yuan Xiang thought about this.

I really didn't have time to run around before, and I was exhausted after arriving yesterday. At the same time, I didn't have paper and pen, so I really couldn't make rubbings.

Therefore, if he can copy it, whether he tries to practice it himself, leaves it to his descendants, or continues to copy it and sell it, it will be beneficial to him.

"I can only get up early tomorrow and go shopping."

If he has nothing to do, why should he buy pen and paper?

After all, he was running for his life, and he wanted to buy some food, medicine, or things that could help him survive in the wild.

Why did you buy things like white paper, brushes, and ink? You can't eat them, and there's no point in carrying them around.

And he is not a scholar, he is a warrior.

Thinking of this, he also felt itchy in his heart. If it hadn't been for the curfew after dark and the shops were closed, he would have wished to go shopping right now.

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"Hiss~" Wei Yuefu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and then shook his sore hands: "Fortunately, I learned calligraphy."

“Although the writing is average, it’s fine if you can understand it.”

Yuan Xiang doesn’t have pen and paper, but he does.

After he confirmed that the monk was Yuanxiang and that the Buddha statue was his target, he immediately asked his brother to keep an eye on him while he went back alone to record the contents of the Eight Treasures Golden Body.

With an intangible and spiritual soul like my brother, Wei Yuefu easily acquired this martial arts.