He sneered.

"I don't have any money, I still want to enter the Good Life Hall, come on, throw these two poor ghosts out!"

I saw that on the bamboo forest path on the side, seven or eight sturdy monks jumped out, staring at Xin Lin.

"Little boss, these are all Xuanwu people, at least they are all five or six level cultivators, and they are not easy to provoke."

The horse on the side was shocked and pulled La Xinlin.

The strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, the boss is not there, and he alone is not the opponent of so many monks of Taichang Temple.

Besides, this is still the lowest level of Shanshengtang, which belongs to the lowest existence of Taichang Temple, if it makes a big fuss, I am afraid that it will attract other masters of Taichang Temple, and when the time comes, they will not be able to eat and leave.

Xin Lin took a look at the wine and meat monk, and then looked at the Shansheng Hall not far away.

In these years, not only the store is bullying, but even the temple is bullying!

Xin Lin hurriedly put on a frightened look and shrank behind Ma Jingtian.

The horses on the side were also busy playing round.

"Master, the children's words are neither big nor small. We are going to save nine people, and nine thousand taels are here, please look at it. ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly took out a handful of silver tickets and handed them over.

When the wine and meat monk heard that there were nine people to be measured, his face softened slightly, and it seemed that he had met a big fat sheep.

"Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, for the sake of you being so sensible, forget it."

After that, Xin Lin and Ma Jingtian lined up at the back of the line.

Xin Lin and Ma Jingtian waited for an hour or so before they received the two of them.

The two were introduced to the Zenshengdo.

The Zenshengtang is nothing more than a courtyard in the shape of a small temple.

A forty-year-old monk in a red robe sat on a futon, thinking that this person was the Qingyu master in the mouth of the little novice.

Seeing the two, the other party didn't even raise his eyelids.

"The birthday of the person who reported the degree."

"We don't know the eight characters of birth."

Xin Lin said.

"Don't know? So how do you spend your time chanting? ”

When the great monk heard this, his eyes widened, and his face was impatient.

"Master, the deceased are not actually our family members, but several unjust souls. They are in this sword, you see, can you give them a degree, let them ascend to bliss early, and reincarnate early. ”

Ma Jingtian hurriedly handed over the bronze ancient sword.

Xin Lin watched from the sidelines, and he didn't squeak.

"Nonsense, a broken sword, how to spend it?"

The great monk frowned when he looked at the bronze ancient sword, his face full of displeasure.

"Master, one thousand taels per person, we have paid for it."

Xin Lin reminded on the side.

When the great monk heard this, he looked at the bronze ancient sword, and the ancient sword in front of him had suddenly turned into a golden money sword.

"Leave the sword, and you go out and wait, and in a quarter of an hour, you will be finished."

Monk Qingyu waved his hand and motioned for Xin Lin and Ma Jingtian to go out and wait.

With that, he began to chant the scriptures.

The two had to wait outside.

"Little boss, it's good now, the murderous mansion can finally be occupied."

Ma Jingtian's face was relieved.

"Really?"

Xin Lin seemed to be smiling, and glanced at Shanshengtang.

Nine thousand taels, reciting a half-baked Buddhist scripture is considered a degree?

Isn't that a lot of money?

If you want to make her money, how can it be so easy.

Xin Lin's eyes deepened.

After the great monk Qingyu finished reciting the mantra of great mercy and compassion, he wanted to call someone in.

But just as he got up, on the bronze ancient sword, a black light suddenly flashed, and with a buzz, the sword flew up and slashed towards the monk's bald head.