Because Xiang Fei had seen a living turtle in the tomb world before, he was not easily deceived by it.

He took out the knife and gently tapped the turtle shell with the back of the knife, and after getting no response, he tapped the turtle's back harder, and knocked it for about ten seconds in succession, but the other party still did not respond.

Xiang Fei saw that the old turtle was still motionless in the shell, a little unbelieving, so he simply made a ruthless decision, no longer using the back of the knife, but directly stabbed the back of the turtle with the side of the blade.

Who knows, under Xiang Fei's thorn, those complicated patterns on the back of the turtle collapsed instantly, and the next moment, the old turtle that was alive before actually turned into a big wooden fish.

"It turned out to be a trick!" Xiang Fei thought to himself, and was about to make a move, when suddenly, under the big wooden fish, a strange space appeared, and quickly stretched the water in all directions.

This strange space is similar to Xiang Fei's familiar tomb realm, across the transparent space boundary wall, Xiang Fei was surprised to see that there was a lot of money in it, a piece of gold, full of money, like a mountain of gold.

Xiang Fei stopped outside the space and carefully looked around, and after seeing no other soul bodies, he finally decided to try to enter this space.

He wasn't sure if he could get in, but there was too much money in it, which made him a little excited and hot.

Xiang Fei stretched out his hand and touched this strange underwater space, without feeling any repulsion, so he no longer hesitated and walked directly in.

After entering, he looked carefully and found that all the coins were piled up here, some ancient and some modern, and what was even more strange was that there were modern Huaxia coins in it.

While Xiang Fei was analyzing the sources of these coins, Leng Buding had a few recent Huaxia coins that suddenly fell in front of his eyes.

Xiang Fei was amazed when he saw these Huaxia coins that had only been issued in recent years, what kind of place is this, like a cornucopia, where money can continue to come out?

"If you also have such a magical space, wouldn't you have to do nothing in the future, just pick up some money every few days and go back to live?" Xiang Fei, who was not tempted by Zhang Jin's 50 million, was indeed a little moved at this moment.

After all, the 50 million is ill-gotten gains, and it is hot to hold, but the money here seems to be ownerless, otherwise, it would not be possible to let it pile up so many coins without being taken away.

In the face of those ancient coins, Xiang Fei didn't have any thoughts, but in the face of the Huaxia coins that popped up here one after another, he was smiling and excited.

"One ...... Two ...... Three ......"

Xiang Fei only stood here for less than ten minutes before he found that nearly thirty coins had fallen from it, not counting the Huaxia coins that had been piled up here before.

According to Xiang Fei's estimate, not counting the value of these ancient coins, there are tens of thousands of Huaxia coins that can be directly taken out and spent.

"Which master's supernatural power is this?" Xiang Fei roughly estimated the value of this large amount of money, which was quite amazing.

Finally, Xiang Fei slowly calmed down

If there is no human operation behind this matter, it is almost impossible, so what is the purpose of the other party's doing?

Suddenly, Xiang Fei remembered a classic children's story - Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, he estimated that the source of the money must not be very formal, if he took it directly, would he be targeted, or even cause big trouble for it?

"Forget it, after you go up, let's call Captain Xia Qiu, this is the country's money, not my money, even if you really take it, your heart will not be steady. Xiang Fei struggled for a while, a little annoyed by his integrity and kindness, and silently took out the money that was put into his clothes and put it back in the money pile.

After doing all this, Xiang Fei reluctantly glanced at the rising pile of money, and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard a Dharma name - Amitabha Buddha.

In the silent space, this voice suddenly appeared, which made Xiang Fei also startled, and when he turned around, he hurriedly raised his right palm to be vigilant.

It was only then that he saw that in the corner of the money pile, there was an old monk covered in gold, but the old monk was silent before, and Xiang Fei's eyes kept staring at the money, so he didn't even find him.

"Amitabha!" Xiang Fei hurriedly replied and smiled awkwardly.

"Ill-gotten gains, no shares, children can be taught. The old monk said with a smile.

"I won the prize, but I actually took one. After Xiang Fei finished speaking, he carefully put back the priceless ancient money in his hand.

The old monk's face was stunned, and he pronounced another Dharma call before he said, "Do you know how long the poor monk has been here?"

"If you are the creator of this space, judging from the age of these ancient coins, it must be at least three hundred years. Xiang Fei speculated.

"Amitabha, it's been almost 400 years. The old monk said.

"Amitabha, how can you live so long?" Xiang Fei couldn't help but exclaim.

"No, the poor monk has long passed away, and you can see me because you are the spirit lord. The old monk said slowly.

"It's good to die. Hearing this, Xiang Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the other party is really alive, and his whole body is still golden, like a monk who has attained the Tao, he may not really have the confidence to control the overall situation.

"So, the poor monk wants to ask you for something. The old monk said.

"No problem, as long as I can do it. Xiang Fei said.

Serving the soul body is his duty, and of course he will not shirk.

"Many years ago, the poor monk built a temple on the mountain, and over the years, the incense has been ......," the old monk said unhurriedly.

"It's a good thing, how many old temples have been destroyed in the fire, and others are often in disrepair and destroyed in the long river of time, the temple you created is still alive and well for so many years, and you are really lucky. Xiang Fei said.

"For others, it is a blessing, but for poor monks, the longer the temple exists, the more the sins on their bodies are deepened. The old monk sighed and said.

"What do you mean by that?" Xiang Fei asked puzzled.

"Look at the money!"

The monk said.

"Well, it's a lot, but if it's a sin to have money, then everyone is guilty, because no one doesn't love money, and no one doesn't want to hide it. Xiang Fei said.

"A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way, and I believe you also understand this truth. The old monk looked at Xiang Fei and said approvingly.

"Hehe, I never said that I don't love money, it's just that there is too much money here, and those ancient coins, put aside in the past, were only a few cents, but now they are worth a lot of money, so I'm a little afraid. Xiang Fei said truthfully.

Speaking of which, the poor monk used the little magical powers he learned from ancient books to design such a place, which was originally intended to do good, but in the end, it became evil. After the old monk finished speaking, he sighed again.

Xiang Fei listened, glanced at the other party, and said angrily: "You have cultivated a golden body, what else is there to sigh?"

"The donor's words are wrong, if the poor monk really cultivates a golden body, how can he wander here?" After the old monk finished speaking, he silently recited a few incantations, and the next moment, the golden light on his body disappeared, and his body began to glow with thick black.

On the old monk's body, Xiang Fei could not only see the normal pale black of the soul body, but also perceive the resentment and anger hidden in the black.

"How can this be?" Xiang Fei saw it and asked puzzledly, obviously, this is another trick, the old monk's face project is really good.

"This is a long story, the poor monk and slowly said, the original intention of this place was to help the poor people here, this place, four hundred years ago, was a place to escape the war, and all the people who came here were poor people......"

“…… At that time, the temple of the poor monks, the incense was more prosperous, so there were more guests who threw incense money into the pool, so whenever the money exceeded a certain amount, those coins would appear here under the self-operation of the supernatural powers, and then spit out by the old turtle, and then fund the local people, the original intention of the poor monks was to help people, who knows, in the end, they were for the money, in order to occupy this place, tearing and killing all day long, and when the poor monks knew the truth, the big mistake had become ......"

"I'm curious, how does this supernatural power of yours work, and after you die, can it still operate on its own for so many years?

(End of chapter)