If they remember well, the tables, chairs and benches in the hall are all decayed.

Even if it doesn't rot, you won't be able to tie up a raft for a while! ?

And still two?

Ling Luoyu was speechless, stepped back two steps, kicked the hall door with his foot: "Don't you find out, this thing is made of wood?"

"door?"

"wood?"

The old shopkeeper and Feng Chenglin seemed to realize that the gate of the temple was made of wood.

The two approached almost at the same time to check:

"It's really made of wood!"

"How strong is this wood!?"

The two looked at each other, both of them had different colors--

"San Shao, what kind of wood is this door...?"

"It hasn't changed at all!"

This is why two people would ignore that the door is made of wood!

Because all the tables, chairs, benches, and wooden furniture inside were all shattered at the touch of a touch.

Both of these doors, no matter in style or texture, look like new ones.

If it weren't for the decayed furniture inside, they couldn't believe that the door and the contents were handed down over the same age.

"I'm not a carpenter, how can I know what material this door is made of? But... judging from how strong it is, it must be a treasure!"

Ling Luoyu flicked the door leaf with his fingertips and knocked gently.

"Use it to make a raft. When we float out, maybe we can sell it at a good price!"

Feng Chenglin sobbed, "You still expect to sell me a good price... If this guy can take me out safely and leave this ghost place, I promise to arrange a good place for it and clean it every day..."

"This... seems to be a thousand-year-old cypress..." The old shopkeeper suddenly made a voice.

"What's the matter?" Feng Chenglin was taken aback for a moment, and rushed to the door: "Old man, what precious wood you said, is it very valuable?"

Otherwise, it's not called noble wood!

"Fatty, it's cypress. The cypress beside the wooden character is not the expensive one you said..."

"...I don't know...I don't know!" Feng Chenglin straightened up a little hesitated, and lost interest in the door leaf: "No matter what kind of precious wood it is, it will take us out as long as it is used. !"

"The wood of cypress is hard, as long as it is dried out, the wood will not rot easily... But even if it is not easy to rot, it will not last for so long, right?"

Ling Luoyu frowned slightly and looked at the old shopkeeper thoughtfully.

"Old man, this should be related to its so-called thousand-year characteristics?"

"I don't know very well... It's just that when I was a child, I planted cypress at home. This kind of wood is great for doing things, and it also has a special fragrance..."

The old shopkeeper was lying on the door, taking a deep breath.

"I smelled it just now. The smell is almost the same as the scent of cypress, but there is also a faint smell of mutton milk..."

"Milk smell?" Feng Chenglin was inattentive. Hearing this, he hurriedly came over and sniffed hard against the door leaf: "Hey, Sanshao, come and smell it. There is really a little bit of milk. Taste... the smell of goat's milk..."

"My ancestors said that the scent of cypress changes with the age of the tree! If it is a century-old cypress, it is a faint, cooked egg scent... But a thousand-year-old cypress is a fishy smell. The taste of milk..."