With a puzzled look, Ning Xiaochuan took the animal skin, glanced at the animal skin, exclaimed, and said, "The map of the Burial God Mountain!"

"That's right! This is an animal skin map handed down by the ancients, with a history of tens of thousands of years, and it is invaluable. It records the geomorphological features in the Burial God Mountain, and marks the coordinates of some of the death dense places inside. However, a long time ago, there was turmoil in Jiuyue Xinjiang. This skin map is divided into nine, and you have one ninth of it in your hand. Very few people can recognize this as a map of the Burial Mountain, and you can recognize its origin so quickly. In this way, you are really attached to it. ”

The big monk's face had a look of surprise, and his eyes also changed when he looked at Ning Xiaochuan, as if he was looking at a natural genius.

"Nonsense! Isn't it written with the words 'Map of the Burial God Mountain'. Ning Xiaochuan said angrily.

On the tattered animal skin, the words "Map of the Burial God Mountain" are really clearly written.

"Yes? I can't see it at all, old man. ”

The astonishment on the face of the great monk was even stronger, and he snatched the animal skin diagram, put his eyes on the top of the animal skin, looked at it for a long time, and finally put the animal skin down, and said meaningfully: "This should be the legendary wordless heavenly book! Only the real destined people can see the words on it, and ordinary people will only see a blank space." ”

Ning Xiaochuan believed that his words were strange, and said a little impatiently: "What are you going to do?"

The great monk pondered for a long time, as if making a very serious decision, and said, "Young man, I see that you have a great fate with this picture, and I have decided to sell you this priceless picture." If you take this picture into the Burial Sacred Mountain, you may be able to find the sacred treasure left by the Purple Gold Emperor and become a great hero who saves the common people and the people. The old man thinks that only a small benefactor can you succeed. ”

There was a firm belief in his eyes, and he seemed to be really optimistic about Ning Xiaochuan.

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

The great monk nodded and said, "That's right, who told you to be so close to this picture." Do you know that not long ago, the supreme powerhouse of the Thunder Clan, 'Lei Ao', and the 'Jinshui Fairy' of Xuanqingguan, they all wanted to sell this one-ninth remnant picture from Lao Wei at a sky-high price. However, they had nothing to do with the remnants, and even if they spent a million Xuan Stone, Lao Qu did not sell them to them. If the donor is willing to pay the price of 100,000 stones, this remnant picture will belong to you...... Eh...... Don't go! 80,000 Dark Stones will do...... It's really not possible to have 50,000 stones...... The price is negotiable!"

Ning Xiaochuan rushed towards the upper reaches of the Ghost River without looking back, not wanting to continue the ink with the big monk at all.

He has seen a lot of this method of defrauding money!

A monk no longer chanted sutras in the temple, but ran out to sell maps and defraud money. Is he really a monk?

The great monk did not give up, chased after him again, and said: "Donor, there are thousands of forks in the road in life, but there is only one road that can make you rich. If you miss it, it's hard to come back in the future. Why don't you think about it again, how about 30,000 Dark Stones?

Ning Xiaochuan just went his own way and didn't pay attention to his meaning at all.

The great monk continued: "Actually, with your great fate with this remnant picture, I should have given it to you without taking a penny. But...... However, recently, the temple has fallen into disrepair, the incense is not abundant, the gate has been eaten by insects, the Buddha statues have lost gold paint, and even the incense burner has been made into a begging bowl by beggars without conscience. A Buddha does not become a Buddha, and a temple is not like a temple. The old man can only come out cheekily to raise incense money and reshape the golden body of the Buddha!"

As he spoke, the great monk burst into tears, his words were sincere, and his eyes were very honest.

Ning Xiaochuan stopped again.

The great monk's heart suddenly rejoiced, and he said with tears in his eyes: "Donor, are you going to buy the remnant picture?"

Ning Xiaochuan shook his head and said, "The incense of the Buddha Gate is not vigorous, I am too lazy to care." The Buddha statue has nothing to do with me. The censer has been stolen by a beggar, and you have to go and get it back. Anyway, I will never buy this remnant, but I do have a few questions I want to ask the master. ”

After hearing this, the great monk immediately rolled his eyes, stuffed the remnant picture back into his arms, and said: "First of all, I am a serious monk, the Dharma name is 'Tan Qian', practicing in the Bhikshu Temple, I usually like to sit under the green bamboo in the temple and read the Buddhist scriptures, and sometimes I also like to communicate with all things in heaven and earth with my own spiritual energy, communicate with the sun and moon gods, talk with the grass and trees, and sing with the crows. Usually vegetarian, every first day and fifteenth day of the new year, I will eat a small amount of meat. That's all for my personal situation, if there are no other problems, then the old man will go first, and I have to find the next destined person. ”

Ning Xiaochuan shouted: "Master Tan Qian, I don't want to ask you about your Dharma name and personal interests, but I want to ask you a few very serious questions. For every question, I'm willing to give a hundred Xuanshi!"

When Monk Tan Qian heard this, his eyebrows flew up, and he immediately stepped back, folded his hands, and smiled at Ning Xiaochuan with a pleasant face, smiling like Maitreya Buddha, and said: "Amitabha! ”

Ning Xiaochuan's heart was full of compassion, as a monk, being able to be greedy for money to this stage completely refreshed his perception of monks.

Ning Xiaochuan said: "How far is it from Jiuyue Frontier?"

Monk Tan Qian said with a smile: "This place is located in the north of Jiuyue Frontier, which is the north. A treacherous wilderness territory in Xinjiang, less than 100,000 miles away from the northern border of Jiuyue Frontier, 'Tianshi City'. ”

Ning Xiaochuan nodded, and asked again, "What's going on with the Burial God Mountain, are the Thunder Clan and Xuanqingguan the martial arts forces of the Jiuyue Frontier?"

"Don't worry, don't worry! First of all, let's talk about the burial god mountain. ”

Monk Tan Qian said: "The burial god mountain is rumored to be the tomb of the Purple Gold Emperor. The Purple Gold Emperor is a sub-god-level being, the entire north. Jiang, since ancient times, there are only a few great supernatural powers who have cultivated to the level of sub-gods and become characters in myths and legends, and every million years, they may not be able to produce one. ”

"The Purple Gold Emperor is a figure with a great legend, in ancient times, he once single-handedly unified the entire northern Xinjiang and established the Purple Gold Dynasty with a history of 60,000 years. ”

"It's a pity that after the death of the Purple Gold Emperor, it didn't last for a few generations, and the Purple Gold Dynasty split. After endless years, the descendants of the royal family were completely extinct, and every Qiē of the Zijin Dynasty disappeared in the long river of time and completely became history. ”

"However, there is a burial mountain in the world, and legend has it that it is the tomb of the Purple Gold Emperor. Recently, I don't know what happened in this great wilderness, but the Burial God Mountain, which had sunk into the ground, actually rose from the ground again. ”

"After this news reached Jiuyue Territory, it immediately caused a sensation, and all major forces sent experts to find the Burial God Mountain, wanting to enter the mountain and find the divine treasure left by the Purple Gold Emperor. ”

"The Thunder Clan is a famous family in the Nine Yue Frontier, and the masters of the clan are like clouds, and they have been inherited for nearly three thousand years. Xuanqingguan is a branch of Daomen, and it is also very famous in Jiuyue Xinjiang. Anyway, it's all those of us who can't afford to be provoked. ”

Ning Xiaochuan carefully stared at the bald head of Monk Tan Qian, and said, "There are Buddhist monks in Jiuyue Territory, but it is beyond my expectations. ”

Monk Tan Qian had a bitter face and said: "Jiuyue Frontier is actually a human civilization that belongs to the management of Taoism, Taoism is prosperous, and Buddhism is withering. Lao Wei is the messenger sent by the Buddha to preach in Jiuyuejiang, but it is a pity that the concept of Taoism has been deeply rooted in the minds of everyone, and it is impossible to accommodate Buddhist monks. Hey, donor, it seems that the face of the Buddha, or you will buy this remnant picture?"

"Okay!" Ning Xiaochuan said.

Monk Tan Qian was overjoyed and said, "Really?"

Ning Xiaochuan nodded and said, "However, there are no 30,000 Xuan Stones, I can only produce 100 Xuan Stones." ”

Ning Xiaochuan still had some feelings for Buddhist culture, and although he knew that Monk Tan Qian was probably defrauding him of the Xuanshi, he still decided to spend a hundred Xuanshi to buy the remnant picture.

"One hundred stones!"

Monk Tan Qian's face was wrinkled like a bitter gourd, and his teeth were gritted "rattle", and after a while, he said, "Okay! A hundred Xuanshi is a hundred Xuanshi." Here you go. ”

Ning Xiaochuan had asked Monk Tan Qian a total of four questions before, that is, four hundred Xuan Stones. Together with the 100 Gemstones purchased from the remnant picture, there are 500 Gemstones in total.

Ning Xiaochuan handed over the five hundred Xuanshi to Monk Tan Qian, then turned around and left, speeding towards the upper reaches of the Ghost River.

Originally, he didn't want the remnant picture, but since he spent money to buy it, he still accepted the remnant picture and threw it into the Qiankun cloth bag.

Monk Tan Qian stared at Ning Xiaochuan's figure and gradually moved away, and on his chubby face, he finally showed a knowing smile, and said a little crazy: "Buddha bless, today I was finally met by the old man a stupid child." Five hundred Xuanshi is not a small amount, and you can't save so much in a few years. Answering four questions, you earned 400 Xuanshi, and Xuanshi is too easy to earn. ”

"What's even more outrageous is that the animal skin picture that I bought for five silver dollars from the stall actually cost him a hundred Xuanshi. Just by changing hands, I made thousands of times as much. He's really an idiot! A real picture of the Burial God Mountain, let alone a hundred Xuanshi, a million Xuanshi will definitely not be bought. ”

Monk Tan Qian smiled while walking into the mountains and forests, feeling quite happy.

Ning Xiaochuan unfolded his body and quickly rushed towards the upper reaches of the Ghost River, turning into a seven-colored streamer.

He was just curious about the Burial God Mountain, and he didn't think about going treasure hunting.

Just kidding, it's a cemetery of the sub-gods, it's absolutely extremely dangerous, if you don't have a map, you will definitely die without even scum.

He was only worried about Yu Ningsheng now, and planned to rush to the Black Mist Ghost Plain to find her first.