A mere 10 million is really nothing to these old monks.

Although it is indeed a bit outrageous compared to Uncle Wuneng who bought dozens of pieces for eight million, I didn't hear from His Excellency the hall owner, what Uncle Wuneng packed at the beginning were some rough magic weapons that were not in good condition and not exquisite enough.

What remains today is the best of the best.

Their eyes were not blind, and they could see at a glance that the remaining magic weapons containing the essence of the green dragon on the Bogu shelf were indeed far superior to those that Uncle Wuneng had brought back to Honganji Temple before.

What the hell was Uncle Wuneng calling back?

It doesn't look like any different from the handicrafts sold at roadside stalls for a few dollars a pound.

- Otherwise, the Master of Paper Kite would not have mistakenly thought that Uncle Wu Neng was dizzy and deceived.

As a result, the four old monks of Otani Baixiu and the Paper Kite Master donated generously one after another, and each of them claimed a "fateful" magic weapon.

The wealthy paper kite master hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "Can each of us only have a relationship with one magic weapon?"

Tang Zeqian was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he might still be selling too cheaply, but compared to buying eight million pieces of more than twenty pieces before, now one piece has been sold for 10 million......

- However, the money has already been paid, so you can't regret it, doesn't the owner of the dignified Hook Xuan Pavilion want to lose face?

So he nodded and said, "Yes, you can recall that although Zen Master Wuneng got a lot of magic weapons, he didn't keep those magic weapons for himself, right?"

Several old monks thought thoughtfully: If Uncle Wuneng hadn't assigned the magic weapons to each hall and courtyard, it would indeed be impossible for others to know.

From this point of view, Uncle Wuneng can indeed be called broad-minded and care-for-hearted, which makes them embarrassed.

Of course, shame is shame, they can't achieve the level of Uncle Wuneng, and it is impossible to be truly selfless.

"Of course, since you are here to seal the ghost gate in the Kyoto Imperial Garden and save the common people......" Tang Zeqian showed a gentle expression and said compassionately: "If the magic weapon is damaged during the sealing process this time, you can return to the Hook Xuan Pavilion and buy another fateful magic weapon at a nine-percent discount." ”

The four old monks couldn't help but pound their hearts.

They were going to come and make a dozen soy sauce this time!

After all, the monks of Honganji Temple are actually not good at sealing the ghost gate, and the priests of Yinyangliao and the major shrines are even better at sealing.

If there are ghosts and monsters rushing out of the ghost gate, they can try to kill each other or cross each other.

Now listening to Tang Zeqian's words, they hope that the ghost gate will not be sealed so quickly, and they will let a few monsters and ghosts come out and let them kill them, and when the time comes, maybe they can come back and buy another magic weapon.

The green dragon essence in the magic weapon purchased this time has a great chance that they can break through the current realm and obtain a promotion. But if there are two of them, then they will definitely be able to advance 100%, and maybe after they are promoted, they can quickly stabilize the realm and break through to the peak of the next realm.

"It's really worthy of His Excellency the Pavilion Master who is compassionate and compassionate!"

Several old monks praised it from the bottom of their hearts.

As he was talking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps on the street outside, and the voice of the wolf demon "Cangkong" suddenly sounded, with a slight hint of surprise: "Hey, I smell the smell of the living! It seems that an outsider has entered the door!"

"Bai Ling" said curiously, "Can you remember the taste of everyone you have seen?"

The wolf demon "Cangkong" said proudly: "Of course, I not only remember all the tastes I have eaten and smelled, but I can also tell what kind of character they have through these different tastes, whether they are insidious or vicious, evil or good......"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted the contempt of both "smoke" and "Bai Ling": "Cut!"

"Cangkong" said angrily: "I am serious! There is an astringent smell hidden in the smell of the sinister person, and a bitter taste in the body of the vicious person......

"Believe you!!"

"Cangkong" said angrily: "You two are ghosts!!"

As soon as the four old monks in the Hook Xuan Pavilion heard that it was a ghost, they immediately became nervous, and stood up with a "poof", if it weren't for the fact that the more powerful Tang Zeqian Pavilion Master was sitting next to them, they might have urged the magic weapon to do it directly.

Seeing this, Tang Zeqian hurriedly said: "Masters, don't be impatient, these are all employees of my Hook Xuan Pavilion, don't be nervous." ”

The old monks breathed a sigh of relief, but they still glanced at each other, and felt more and more that this pavilion master was unfathomable.

The cultivation of several of them is not low, and they can sense that the cultivation of several outside is not low, especially the strength of one of the ghost spirits is still above them, and it seems that he can keep up with Uncle Wuneng, and most of them are ghost king-level powerhouses. Such a ghost is actually an employee in the Hook Xuan Pavilion who is driven by the owner of the hall?

"Bang!" there was a muffled noise outside.

"Bai Ling" smiled: "You deserve it! Next time you dare to talk nonsense, it is estimated that Obasang will not throw you away in the trash can so cheaply!"

The wolf demon "Cangkong" snorted and chirped: "What I said is the truth, how can there be a sentence of nonsense? If you don't believe it, I'll make a bet with you, there are a total of four people from the Hook Xuan Pavilion, and all four of them should be bald donkeys from Honganji, and they are all quite old, and they have a rotten taste, not a very tender little monk......

"Really, fake?" "Bai Ling" was instantly aroused by curiosity.

"Smoke" suddenly said: "This time it doesn't seem to be bragging!"

She just tried to sense it, and she did feel the breath of the Buddhist monks, the Pure Land of Buddhism and the Filthy Land Netherworld have always been life and death rivals, and it is impossible to sense the wrong one.

When Bai Ling heard this, he suddenly became even more excited: "I didn't expect you to be very powerful, Erha, can you smell something else?"

"Of course!" the wolf demon "Cangkong" said proudly, "In addition to the smell of decay and aging, these four old bald donkeys also have a strong smell of copper, they should all be very greedy for money, and they are basically ......famous brands except for their robes."

Tang Zeqian didn't expect that Erha, who was guarding the door, also had this kind of special function, and couldn't help but take a closer look at a few old monks, and found that these old guys were really wearing luxury brands.

The faces of the Otani Baixiu, the Paper Kite Master, the Zhiling Monk, and the Zhiguang Monk in the Hook Xuan Pavilion are all green: it doesn't matter if you can smell how many of them are not young, you can even smell the famous brands they are wearing? This dog's nose is too sensitive, right?!