Supreme Celestial Devil

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With a puzzled look, Ning Xiaochuan took the animal skin over, looked at the animal skin, exclaimed, and said, "A map of the buried mountain!"

"That's right! This is a map of the animal skin passed down by the ancients. It has a history of tens of thousands of years and is of great value. It records the geomorphological features of the buried mountain and marked the coordinates of some of the dead dense places inside. But, a long time ago There was a turmoil in Jiuyinjiang. This picture of the skin was divided into nine, and you held a map of one-ninth in it. Few people can recognize this is a map of the buried mountain, you are so Recognize its origin soon. So, you really have a fate with it. "

The monk's face was a little surprised, and the look of Ning Xiaochuan also changed, as if looking at a natural wizard.

"Nonsense! It doesn't say five words," Map of the Burial Mountain "." Ning Xiaochuan said awkwardly.

On the top of that broken animal skin, the words "Map of the Burial Mountain" were clearly and plainly written.

"Are you there? I can't see it at all."

The monk's face was even more shocked. He seized the animal skin, pasted the eyeballs on the animal skin, looked at it for a long time, and finally put the animal skin down. It means: "This should It is the legendary wordless heavenly book! Only real people can see the text above, and ordinary people can only see a blank space. "

Ning Xiaochuan believed that what he said was strange, and said impatiently, "What the **** are you doing?"

The monk pondered for a long time, like making a very important decision, saying, "Young man, I see that you have a great fate with this picture, and I decided to sell you this picture of great value. You took this picture to the burial of Shenshan, maybe you can find the hidden treasure left by Emperor Zijin, and become a great hero who saves Cangsheng and Li Min. Old lady thinks that only a small donor can you succeed. "

With a firm conviction in his eyes, he seemed really optimistic about Ning Xiaochuan.

Ning Xiaochuan's eyes narrowed and he said, "Sell it to me?"

The monk nodded and said, "Yes, who told you that this picture is so destined. You know, not long ago, the Lei Ao of the Lei tribe was the best, and the" Jin Shui Fairy "of Xuan Qingguan. They all want to sell this one-ninth residual picture from the old man at a high price. However, they have no chance with the remaining picture. Even if they spent a high price of one million black stones, the old man did not sell them. If you do n’t If you are willing to pay the price of 100,000 pieces of black stones, you can leave this residual picture ... 诶 ... don't go! 80,000 pieces of black stones are also available ... it's not 50,000 pieces of black stones ... the price can be negotiated! "

Ning Xiaochuan headed towards the upper reaches of the ghost river without going back, and did not want to continue the ink with the big monk at all.

He saw more of this method of cheating money!

A monk no longer chants a Buddhist scripture in a temple, but runs out to sell maps and cheats money. Is he really a monk?

The monk did not give up, and chased it again, saying: "The donor, there are thousands of roads in life, but there is only one road that can make you rich and rich. Once you miss it, it will be difficult to encounter it in the future. To If you don't think about it again, how about 30,000 pieces of black stone? No less! "

Ning Xiaochuan just went his own way and ignored him at all.

The monk continued: "Actually, because of your great fate with this residual picture, I should have given it to you. No penny. But ... But recently, the temple has been in disrepair, the incense is not flourishing, and the gates have been infected. Shocked, the statue of Buddha has been lacquered, and even the incense burner was given to Shun to make begging rice bowls. The Buddha does not become a Buddha, and the temple is not like a temple. The old man can only come out cheekily to raise incense money and reshape Buddha Golden body! "

Talking, the monk burst into tears, his words were sincere and his eyes were honest.

Ning Xiaochuan stopped again.

The monk's heart was instantly happy, and the tears were filled with tears: "Door, are you planning to buy a residual image?"

Ning Xiaochuan shook his head and said: "The incense of the Buddha's door is not strong, I am too lazy to care. The gold paint of the Buddha statue has nothing to do with me. The incense burner was stolen by a beggar, and you have to come back by yourself. Anyway, this one Afterimages, I can never buy them, but I do have a few questions for the master. "

After hearing this, the monk rolled his eyes and put the residual image back into his arms, saying: "First of all, I'm a serious monk, with the nickname 'tangan'. I practice at Picchu, and I usually like to sit I read Buddhist scriptures under the green bamboo in the temple, and sometimes I also like to communicate with the world and everything with my spirit, talk to the sun and the moon, talk to the plants, and sing with the flying crows. I usually eat vegetarian food and eat a small amount of fishy fish on the first and fifteenth days. This is probably my personal situation. If there is no other problem, then the old lady will go first and have to find the next person. "

Ning Xiaochuan shouted, "Master Tangan, I don't want to ask your nickname and personal interests, but I want to ask you a few serious questions. For each question, I am willing to produce a hundred pieces of black stone!"

As soon as the monk Tangan heard it, his eyebrows flew up, and he immediately backed up, folded his hands, and faced Ning Xiaochuan with a smile on his face, smiling like Maitreya, saying, "Amitabha! The monk opens the door of convenience, and you If you have any questions, you must know that the old man knows everything. "

As a monk, Ning Xiaochuan's heart was greedy for money to this extent, completely refreshing his knowledge of monks.

Ning Xiaochuan said: "How far is it from Jiulongjiang?"

The monk Tangan laughed: "This is located in the north of Jiulongjiang, but it is north. It is a terrible wilderness in Xinjiang, which is less than 100,000 miles away from the northern border of" Jiangcheng "."

Ning Xiaochuan nodded and asked, "What's the funeral of the mountain? Are the Lei and Xuanqingguan the martial arts forces in Jiuling?"

"Donation, don't worry! Old man answering a question one question at a time. First of all, talk about burying Shenshan."

The monk Tangan said: "The burial of the mountain is rumored to be the tomb of Emperor Zijin. The Emperor Zijin exists at the sub-level level, and the entire North. Xinjiang, since ancient times, there are only so few great supernatural powers to cultivate At the sub-god level, it becomes a mythical legend, and every one million years, it may not be possible to produce one. "

"The Zijin Emperor is a figure with great legends. In ancient times, he used his own strength to unify the entire northern Xinjiang and established the Zijin Dynasty with a history of 60,000 years."

"Unfortunately, after the death of the Zijin emperor, the Zijin dynasty did not continue for several generations. The Zijin dynasty split. After another endless years, the descendants of the royal family were completely extinct, and everything in the Zijin dynasty disappeared into the long river of time and completely became history."

"But there is a mountain of burial gods in the world. It is said that it was the tomb of Emperor Zijin. Recently, I do n’t know what happened in this great wilderness. The mountain of burial gods that had already sunk to the ground has risen from the ground. . "

"After the news reached Jiuyinjiang, it immediately caused a sensation. All major forces sent experts to look for the Burial God Mountain. They wanted to enter the mountain and look for the God's possession left by the Purple King."

"The Lei tribe is a famous family in Jiulongjiang. The masters in the tribe are like clouds, and they have been passed down for nearly three thousand years. Xuanqingguan is a branch of Daomen and is also very famous in Jiulongjiang. Anyway, we are all in trouble Great existence. "

Ning Xiaochuan carefully stared at the bald head of the monk Tangan and said, "There is a Buddhist monk in Jiuyinjiang, which is beyond my expectation."

The monk Tangan faced bitterly and said, "Jiujingjiang is actually a human civilization under the management of Taoism. Taoism is prosperous, and the Buddhist gate is dying. The old man is the messenger sent by the Buddha to Jiujiang Xinjiang to preach, but unfortunately the Taoism concept is in the minds of all It is deeply entrenched and cannot hold the Buddhist monk at all. Whenever they are bullied and humiliated by martial arts and Taoism, they can only swallow their voices. Hey! Donor, it seems that in the face of the Buddha, you would buy this piece under?"

"OK!" Ning Xiaochuan said.

The monk Dangan was overjoyed and said, "Really?"

Ning Xiaochuan nodded and said, "But 30,000 pieces of black stones are not available. I can only produce one hundred pieces of black stones."

Ning Xiaochuan still has some feelings for Buddhist culture. Although he knows that the monk Tangan is likely to lie to his black stone, he still decided to spend one hundred black stones to buy the residual pictures.

"One hundred black stones!"

Tangan monk's face was wrinkled like bitter gourd, and his teeth bitten "snacked". After a long while, he said, "Okay! One hundred black stones is one hundred black stones. Here you are."

Ning Xiaochuan previously asked a total of four questions from the monk Tangan, that is, four hundred black stones. In addition to the purchase of one hundred pieces of black stones, a total of five hundred pieces of black stones.

Ning Xiaochuan handed over five hundred black stones to the monk Tangan, turned around and left, and dashed towards the upper reaches of the ghost river.

He didn't want that piece of the original picture, but now that he has paid for it, he still accepts the piece of the picture and throws it into the Qiankun bag.

The monk Tangan stared at Ning Xiaochuan's figure, and his chubby face finally showed a knowing smile. Some crazy words said, "Blessed by the Buddha, today I was finally met by a fool. Five hundred black stones It ’s not a small number. I ca n’t save that much in a few years. Answering four questions, I made four hundred black stones, and it was too easy to make black stones. ”

"What's even more outrageous is that the picture of the skin of the animal that I bought from the stand for five silver dollars. He actually bought one hundred pieces of black stone. Just by changing hands, I made thousands of times. He's a idiot! A idiot! The real burial map of the gods, let alone a hundred pieces of black stone, one million pieces of black stone must not be bought. "

The monk Tangan laughed as he walked into the forest, feeling quite happy.

Ning Xiaochuan unfolded himself, sprinting towards the upper reaches of the ghost river, and turned into a colorful streamer.

He was also simply curious about the funeral of the mountain, and did not think about going to the treasure hunt.

Just kidding, that was the graveyard of the sub-god. It was absolutely extremely dangerous. If you did n’t have a map and rushed in, you would die without residue.

He was only worried about Yu Ningsheng now, and planned to rush to Heiwu Guiyuan to find her first.