The setting sun sheds its last rays of light and shines in the canyon.
But at this time, the southeast direction in the canyon was still very lively.
Many miners did not care at all that it was getting late, and they still gathered around happily, playing the mythical beast roulette.
From time to time, under the shouts of the three friends, miners in twos and threes rush here.
There is joy and there is sadness.
The one with a proud face is the winner in life, and the miner with an ugly face, cursing from time to time, is of course the miner who lost the spirit stone.
Perhaps losing once may be the gain of a year's hard work.
Cheng Buzheng watched silently, seeing all the changes in life, without showing the slightest expression on his face, and sighed in his heart.
"Perhaps, this is the real life of monks in the Qi training period. There are very few monks who can control their own desires, and not every monk can do it.
Immortal cultivators and ordinary people both have desires.
It’s just that the strength of the two is not at the same level, and the things they pursue are different.
I believe that one pursues the path to immortality. No monk can give up this dream. Although it is far away, it is an indisputable fact
But ordinary people only pursue a life of peace, adequate food and clothing, and a family full of children and grandchildren."
Cheng Buzheng saw Fatty Sang, shouting at the miners to place bets, his face full of joy of harvest.
His eyes subconsciously fell on the spirit stone on the animal skin.
At this time.
Eight patterns, four gates, four times the spirit beast pattern area, each spirit beast area has a hundred spirit stones or more.
As for the four gates, within the area with twenty times the number of divine beast patterns, the largest divine beast area has only twelve spiritual stones, and the smallest divine beast area has only seven spiritual stones.
Cheng Buzheng knew that this round, there was still a high chance of twenty times the number of divine beasts coming out.
But he didn't place a bet. He knew that he had to restrain his desire, and he could not be controlled by desire or lose his mind due to desire.
What’s more.
There must be something weird in this. It is equivalent to letting others control your spiritual stone. It is very similar to letting others control your destiny.
It’s just that the consequences are completely different.
One was drained of most of his spiritual stones, while the other had his life and death left to others.
When Cheng Buzheng thought of this, his mind became clear, his eyes became much clearer, and he quietly watched the final result of the mythical beast roulette.
The result was beyond his expectation.
The orbs around the mythical beast roulette wheel have no flash, which means that this one cannot produce mythical beasts, but only one of the four spiritual beasts.
When Cheng Buzheng saw this, he couldn't help but sigh. "This is so similar to destiny being controlled by others. The results are beyond one's control."
Seeing this, he lacked interest and did notHe felt the desire to continue watching
Then, he turned around and left, passing by the fat sheep coming here.
The moment Cheng Buzheng turned around.
Fatty Sang's eyes couldn't help but fall on him. He paid close attention to every monk's departure. The memory of monks was not comparable to that of ordinary people.
Fatty Sang clearly knows how much each miner has won or lost. If he wants to control the overall situation, he must remember this information clearly.
Looking at Cheng Buzheng’s back, Fatty Sang muttered in his heart.
"This junior brother is a bit interesting. He has not lost his mind due to desire. He is definitely not comparable to these casual cultivators who are controlled by desire.
After winning eighteen spiritual stones, It’s really interesting that after watching it for a long time, I didn’t place any bets.”
Of course Fatty Sang knew that those casual cultivators had some clues, which he showed deliberately to lure them to place bets. Of course, it is also to harvest more spiritual stones.
Although Fatty Sang muttered secretly in his heart, his mouth and hands did not stop.
"Alright, it's time to place your bets."
Cheng Buzheng came to the entrance and exit of the formation and handed the mission command talisman and the sect token to the guarding brother with a cold expression.
"Senior brother, this is my mission command talisman"
The cold-faced guard senior brother took the command talisman and the sect token, and saw the outer door engraved on the back of the command talisman. Disciple, Cheng Bu strives to take it. There is an extra line below, with a small word engraved on it, excellent.
The guard brother looked at it carefully, and after confirming the authenticity of the command talisman, he returned the command talisman and the sect token to Cheng Buzheng.
"Well, let's go out."
The cold-faced senior glanced at him and said slowly.
The words just fell.
The senior brother with a cold face cast a spell with both hands.
Lean less.
An arch-shaped gap appeared on the first-layer formation light curtain.
After Cheng Buzheng clasped his fists and said goodbye to the guarding senior brother, he left the spirit stone vein without delay.
After moving away from the portal of the spirit stone vein, the mana supply of the concealment technique was stopped. Suddenly, Cheng Buzheng
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