Everything happened too fast, Lao Ma and Fat Dun had been completely restrained by Li Xiaomeng, Da Hong and the people of Death Valley, and there was no room for resistance. These two thieves didn't have any amazing outstretched hands, and the guns in their hands were confiscated, let alone opponents.

Both had their heads held to their guns, their faces turned green, and any struggle was in vain.

"Little brother, don't mess around, I'm the honorary director of the museum in Lingnan, if I die here, they will definitely look for me, and you won't be able to get out of it when the time comes!"

Li Xiaomeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled: "Looking for you, where are you looking for you?" I think you are not stupid enough to tell others your whereabouts when you are about to come out to steal something, if I guess correctly, it should be that no one knows that you are here, even if you die!"

"You!" Lao Ma was so angry that he couldn't speak, because Li Xiaomeng talked about his sore spot.

Yes, Lao Ma, who has a very high social status in Lingnan and has not worried about eating, drinking, and being pampered for many years, has long stopped doing those risky things. This time, he was attracted by the Temple of Binding Spirits, the head of the seven great temples of Buddhism that disappeared in the legend, and only brought his most trusted disciple Fat Dun and some equipment for tomb robbery, and did not tell anyone at all.

The fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better. For a successful person like Lao Ma, reputation is too important!

If it is an ordinary antique, it is not uncommon for Lao Ma to take a look at it at all. But when Jinbao asked himself to help find the things that were deceived from the mountains by a few fake college students, he couldn't hold back. That feeling is indescribable, this is the biggest discovery of his life, any of these items will shock the world, priceless.

"Boy, you're ruthless!" Lao Ma gritted his teeth and said, "You don't know what this dilapidated temple means, do you? Let me tell you, this is the most mysterious part of Buddhist culture, and anything in it can be sold for an astonishing price if you take it out!"

Saying that, Lao Ma picked up a colorful Buddha statue from the ground and said, "This palm-sized thing is enough for you to eat and drink for the rest of your life!"

"This doesn't seem to be a reason why I won't kill you, right?" Li Xiaomeng shrugged his shoulders, Lao Ma thought he didn't know, but in fact, he knew it very well, he knew very well what it meant in the Binding Spirit Temple, the head of the seven major temples of Buddhism.

"Hmph, a person who doesn't have any experience takes the things here and goes out to know the goods at all, and even if he knows the goods, he may not dare to ask for them. Whoever dares to ask for it will not give you money, they will directly kill you and take your things. And now that the country is strictly regulated, I am familiar with how to operate and get these things overseas to buy them at a good price, as long as you don't kill me, I will help you and make you a top rich man!"

The honorary director of a museum said such a thing, which made Li Xiaomeng a little crying and laughing, as if he was also here for these valuable things.

"I'm sorry, your old man really doesn't know me well enough!" Li Xiaomeng raised the corners of his mouth, "You shouldn't have come here, and you shouldn't have shot the people in Death Valley and kidnapped my brother!"

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Just when Li Xiaomeng was talking to Lao Ma, the fat dun on the side suddenly screamed, and the clansman in Death Valley who was kidnapped to lead the way grabbed his shoulder and bit him on the neck with one bite, and a large stream of blood gushed out, and the fat dun fell to the ground with a bang, twitching.

Such a bloody and cruel scene shocked both Li Xiaomeng and Da Hong, the people in Death Valley were really too ruthless.

However, it is not a pity that Fat Dun died, and the Death Valley tribesman who bit off Fat Dun's throat and neck did not stop, snatched the gun in Da Hong's hand and shot at Lao Ma's head.

"I'm grass!" Li Xiaomeng shouted, and the bullet almost missed himself.

The bullets in one of the guns were all shot by the people of Death Valley, and the man gasped for breath.

Da Hong walked up to Li Xiaomeng, covered his wound, and did not speak. At first, he still didn't like the clansmen of Death Valley very much, because he was the only one in the entire Death Valley, and he was the least brave to bring Lao Ma and Fat Dun into the Buddhist temple in order to survive, and he was a villain. But at this time, his actions still more or less defended the dignity and faith of the people of Death Valley, and in this aborigine-like place, the admiration for the Buddha is unimaginable for ordinary people.

After killing two people in a row, the clansmen of Death Valley had beads of sweat on their foreheads, and they looked hideous.

"Help, help me, get their bodies out. The Mandarin was very non-standard, and the Death Valley people looked at Li Xiaomeng and Da Hong and pleaded.

Li Xiaomeng nodded slightly, the people of Death Valley didn't want these two uninvited guests to defile the sacred place in his heart. At this time, Liu Zhongchao and Huang Qikun had already rushed in, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they knew that they were late, but fortunately, there were no accidents. Dahong was wounded, but not fatal.

The four of them moved out the bodies of Lao Ma and Fat Dun together, and when the people of the Death Valley who were waiting outside saw this scene, they all knelt on the ground, chanting words in their mouths, as if they were chanting scriptures. It should be thanking the Buddha that the wicked have finally been punished.

rescued the people of Dahong and Death Valley, and Li Xiaomeng also breathed a sigh of relief.

Lao Ma and Fat Dun were not qualified to stay in the Buddhist temple, and the clansmen of Death Valley transported the bodies of the two to the edge of the cliff and threw them down, unable to hear a sound for a long time.

Li Xiaomeng and the three brothers were a little emotional, and the man who could speak Mandarin had a solemn expression, and the clansmen didn't seem too excited about him betraying them, but when everyone didn't react, he jumped into the cliff and committed suicide!

The people who blasphemed the Buddha and could not forgive themselves in their hearts finally chose to apologize for their sins with death.

The clansmen of Death Valley were speechless when they saw this scene, and everyone looked at each other now, and then all the leaders of the head squatted on the ground and began to chant Buddhist scriptures in unison.

The sound of the Buddhist scriptures echoed in the valley for a long time like a shocking ballad under the chanting of the people.

Li Xiaomeng took a deep breath, patted Da Hong's shoulder, and motioned for Huang Qikun and Liu Zhongchao to leave together.

Everything in this mountain may not need too many people outside to know, although many people are looking for the lost civilization of the Buddhist scriptures, but the first of the seven temples, the Binding Spirit Temple, is still not disturbed in any way.

Let everything here be as good as ever!