Ye Lingyue told Ye Suyu about the Buddhist relics.
After hearing this, Ye Suyu was really confused.
"What kind of Buddhist relic, I have never heard of it, and my brother has never mentioned it, Ling Yue, are you sure this news is true?"
"The news is from Murong Jiucheng, the patriarch of your Ye Clan, there should be no falsehood. This item is very important, and the sword masters of the Sword Alliance have already set their sights on it, so I'm afraid they won't let it go."
Ye Lingyue was not surprised by Ye Suyu's words.
In the monster clan, there has always been a tradition of passing on males but not females, Ye Li didn't tell Ye Suyu, just because she was afraid that she would be sad.
"I will write a letter back to the Ye family to inquire about it."
Ye Suyu thought about it, and decided to contact the clan first to find out what was going on.
"It's already evening, I'll go to the front yard to burn incense. In the past, when my brother was around, he would go to burn incense to God Venerable Taixu."
Ye Suyu looked at the sky and sighed.
Ye Li has already gone, but the tradition of Ye Temple still needs to be preserved.
Regardless of whether God Venerable Taixu's reputation in the God Realm is good or bad, for the Ye clan, God Venerable Taixu is the father god.
"You haven't had a good rest in the past few days, so leave the incense offering to me."
Ye Lingyue suggested.
Ye Lizai's death was a fatal blow to Ye Suyu. Although she kept smiling, Ye Lingyue knew that she often cried secretly in the room at night.
In these few pages, Ye Suyu hardly had a good rest.
Ye Suyu nodded.
"You are the new leader of Yemeng, so it should be entrusted to you to offer incense. But I am sorry that I handed over such a mess of Yemeng to your hands. The remaining merit points of Yemiao are also all It is jointly owned by Ye Miao, so you can take it and withdraw it freely."
Ye Suyu felt ashamed in her heart, Ye Meng was already on the verge of collapse.
She had just heard the discussion between the Golden Tooth Soldier King and the Withered Face Ghost Mother, saying that the two of them had already paid a lot of merit points in order to renovate the Ye Temple in the past few days.
Counting Ye Li's funeral, I'm afraid it's just a drop in the bucket.
"Leave the matter of Ye Meng to me. You don't have to worry too much, Ye Meng originally left a lot of money. Besides, I have already thought of a short-term way to make money properly."
Ye Lingyue blinked.
Ye Suyu was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out asking.
"What method?"
"Sesame oil money, I personally think that many people should come to Yemiao to 'visit.'"
Ye Lingyue looked at the ledger. Although Ye Li is not very capable, he has also taken on many C- and D-level tasks in Bingwang City in the past few years, and his accumulated merits are worth tens of thousands.
According to the meritorious service value of the alliance in the city, it is nothing, it can only be ranked at the bottom, but it is still enough to support the repair of Yemiao.
This time, the fact that the sword master came to Ye Temple in the name of paying homage for the sake of Buddhist relics gave Ye Lingyue a lot of inspiration.
Although the drunkard's intention was not to drink, but before the sword master left, under the hint of Murong Jiucheng, he left one hundred merit points as sesame oil money.
One hundred merit points is not a small amount, but Ye Lingyue and Ye Suyu's last D-level mission of the Seven Star Scaled Crocodile was only a few dozen merit points.
For a super alliance like the Sword League, one hundred merit points are just a drop in the bucket, but it's different for the Ye League.
The other alliances and forces that tried to spy on Ye Miao were not all the Sword Alliance, but each force contributed dozens of merit points, which was also a lot of money.
Ye Suyu was taken aback when he heard that.
"This method, really works?"
It's hard for Ye Suyu to imagine that if she doesn't do anything, she will be worthy of merit.
"Of course it works, but before that, we still have to make some preparations, that is, to publicize the news of the sword master's visit to Ye Temple, and the news that Murong Jiucheng joined Ye Temple."
Ye Lingyue is absolutely sure that as long as these two news are spread, the threshold of Ye Temple will be broken by tomorrow.
Ye Suyu was dubious, but still let Jinya and Kumian go to publicize.
Ye Lingyue couldn't leave Yemiao for the past few days, so she walked towards the front yard in the twilight.
As the sun set, Ye Lingyue walked into the front yard.
The statue of the Taixu God Venerable stood there quietly.
After Ye Lingyue lit a stick of incense, she wandered around the statue for a few more times, but it was still the same.
"What's the problem? Why does Ye Li stay here for an hour every day?"
Ye Lingyue thought about it, but couldn't figure it out.
Ye Li is not the kind of person who follows the rules. From the fact that he is reckless about the consequences and enters the Wenqu Pavilion at night, it can be seen that he is eager for quick success.
How can such a person waste so much time on meaningless things
Ye Lingyue couldn't figure it out, but she still patiently sat down in front of the statue like Ye Li, and meditated carefully for an hour.
The night was verdant, and Ye Miao was immersed in the darkness, with few shadows slanting horizontally, only one black shadow kept shaking.
A few white lanterns hung outside the temple gate, looking extremely bleak.
And in the busy market of Bingwang City, it was another scene.
But he saw a burly man gulping down the wine in one gulp.
Bingwang City is a place where soldiers gather. Here are the strongest magic soldiers and the strongest wine.
The pungent and pungent drink entered the throat all at once.
The man's face was already a little drunk.
"Don't underestimate our Yemeng, let me tell you, even though there are only a few of us, even Murong Jiucheng has joined the Yemeng."
In another teahouse, a female soldier wearing a bamboo hat, Wang, was chatting with the proprietress of the teahouse.
"I saw it with my own eyes. The sword master of the Sword League went to pay homage to the Ye Temple and left behind a hundred meritorious money."
Restaurants, teahouses, these are the most messy places in Bingwang City.
As for the two soldier kings who were drunk and drinking tea, they were the two soldier kings, Gold Tooth and Dry Mian, who were ordered to go out to spread the news.
A few unintentional words between the two were spread in an instant.
"Have you heard that the sword master went to Ye Temple?"
"That old guy must have heard the news that Ye Miao hides strange magic weapons."
"I heard that even Murong Jiucheng has joined the Yemeng."
"You're not mistaken? What is the identity of Young Marshal Murong? Why did he join the Yemeng? How did I hear that Young Marshal Murong was just invited by a few judges to help support Tian Zhan?"
"Tian Zhan is so dangerous, how could the Murong family send the quasi-heir, Young Marshal Murong, there? To put it bluntly, it's just a post. Only people like Chi Yin who have no family and background will be sent to Tian Zhan."
"That must be true. As the commander of the hidden army, Young Marshal Murong must want to obtain that magic weapon skill and lead the Fourteenth Army."
All kinds of guesses, the core of all topics are Yemeng.