Tang Zeqian saw that it seemed to be a little confused, and couldn't help but feel energetic, and was about to fire full firepower and continue to flicker, but he didn't expect a humble and low voice to suddenly sound above his head.

"Is His Excellency the Pavilion Master Tang Zeqian in the museum? The abbot of Honganji Temple, Otani Shiraku, led the Elder Zhiling of the Feiyun Pavilion of the Temple, the old paper kite of the head of the Black Book, and the old Zhiguang of the White Book Dean to visit the ......."

Belch?

What the heck?

Why did all the monks of Honganji come out and swarm all of them to run the hook Xuankan? Could it be that they are going to hold a land and water conference nearby, and who are they planning to overtake?

Tang Zeqian couldn't help but be a little confused.

However, he was not stupid, and soon thought of the old monk Wuneng.

Outside came the presiding abbot of Honganji Temple and a few elders, but there was no more respected old monk Wu Neng, I'm afraid it wasn't the last time after the old monk Wu Neng packed and brought back a lot of magic weapons, these old monks were greedy, and wanted to try their luck, right?

Tang Zeqian couldn't help but be a little speechless.

The monks in Yingzhou are more realistic, and he has known this for a long time!

But the old monks of Honganji are all so philistine, which is a bit beyond his expectations.

However, he still turned around and walked out of the passage, returned to the well, and closed the entrance to the secret cave first, and then sorted out his meter and returned to the living room of the Hook Xuan Pavilion.

At the same time, the four old monks were standing outside the door of the Hook Xuan Pavilion with some embarrassment.

It's been more than a minute since they reported to their home and said they had come to visit, but there was not even a reply from inside.

"Why is there no response at all?" "The Master of the Black Academy's Paper Kite couldn't help but mutter, "Could it be that His Excellency, the owner of this Hook Xuan Pavilion, doesn't want to see us at all?"

"It's a bit presumptuous for us to come to the door, but we shouldn't even let us in. Elder Zhiling of Feiyun Pavilion muttered, "Didn't Uncle Wuneng say that although His Excellency the Pavilion Master has cultivated to the heavens and is unfathomable, he is very approachable and more kind than ordinary people......

The Venerable Paper Kite couldn't help but complain: "Uncle Wuneng is really here, it won't take much time to accompany us to the door, so why are you in a hurry to go to the Kyoto Imperial Palace? If Uncle Wuneng is willing to accompany us, most of the time it will not be this treatment!"

The presiding abbot on the side, Otani Baixiu, silently recited a Buddha horn and said: "Uncle Shi, how can the old man not know our thoughts? If he refuses to come with us on this trip, most of them also have the intention of warning us, and he wants to kill us, so don't have any thoughts of indifference......

The other old monks were silent.

Indeed, Uncle Wu Neng should have guessed it.

At the beginning, a few of them saw that the magic weapon brought back by Uncle Wuneng actually contained the essence of the green dragon, and the vigorous vitality could even make some things instantly turn into spirits. If they wear it with them, it will nourish their bodies and souls day and night, and it will be enough to skyrocket their lifespan.

Who doesn't feel impressed by such a thing?

It is said that Uncle Wu Neng only spent a few million to buy twenty or thirty such magic weapons.

Isn't it just money, how can these old monks who have occupied the holy land of the Pure Land True Sect for half their lives and been supported by millions of believers?

So, after some deliberation, they decided to try their luck together.

Everyone is a monk from the temple, there is no reason why Uncle Wuneng can buy it, but a few of them can't buy it, right?

In the end, even the host Otani Shiraku was persuaded by them!

But the old monk Wuneng persuaded them not to come, and said something: His Excellency Tang Zeqian, the owner of the Hook Xuan Pavilion, is compassionate and compassionate and comparable to gods and Buddhas, and the reason why he sold magic weapons to him at the beginning was because of compassion. Now that they come to the door to ask for it, it is greed, how can the owner let them get their wish?

That's right, but unfortunately they don't want to hear it!

The presiding officer Otani Baixiu and the paper kite master still couldn't hold back, and they didn't want to give up the opportunity that was close in front of them, so they took advantage of the opportunity of the deacon of the Kyoto Imperial Office to ask for help.

It's a pity that the old monk Wuneng saw through them and refused to go with them, and went directly to the Kyoto Imperial Palace.

"Squeak......

The door to the Gogenkan suddenly opened.

Tang Zeqian looked at the four anxious old monks at the door, and said inexplicably: "On this foggy day, a few masters came to the Hook Xuan Pavilion, is there something wrong?"

When the four old monks saw the door open, they couldn't help but smile and salute one after another.

The presiding officer, Bai Xiu, clasped his hands together and said, "Could it be that Your Excellency is the owner of the pavilion, Tang Zeqianjun? The poor monk is polite!

"Thank you?"

Tang Zeqian looked at these old monks with a strange expression, and said in his heart: I'm afraid you old bald donkeys don't want to come to pick up the bargain, right?

Originally, he didn't know the value of those magic weapons, and when he packaged and sold them to the old monk Wuneng, he still felt quite happy, after all, he had changed from a poor person with a monthly salary of a few thousand to Tang million, or even Tang million, and he was really excited.

However, now that he knew the value of these magic weapons, he couldn't help but feel a little painful.

Nowadays, there are ordinary magic weapons purchased from alchemists on the market, which are worth millions, twenty or thirty pieces, and they are worth nearly 100 million, and they are still priceless.

Before, he felt that he was very proud of his three months of hard work.

Now I know that three months ago, he should have been Tang Yiwan, and in three months, he became Tang Yiwan by relying on his loser......

This Nima is so heart-wrenching!

These old monks in front of them actually want to pick up the bargain!

Still shameless?

Otani Baixiu saw that the face of the hall owner seemed to be a little displeased, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and hurriedly said: "That's right, we have made a special trip to thank you! At the beginning, Uncle Wuneng was blessed by His Excellency and gave him a magic weapon to protect the monks of Honganji Temple and the innocent people of Kyoto, so that they would not be destroyed, and we are very grateful. This time, the Kyoto Imperial Palace next door found that a ghost gate had opened, and several deacons asked Honganji for help, so we took the opportunity to go to the Kyoto Imperial Palace to help each other, and specially came to thank them......"

Otani Shirakuxiu can become the abbot of Honganji, and it is not all dependent on the family legacy, IQ and eloquence are still online, and the words are high-sounding, and they are very humble and polite.

"A few masters have a heart!" Tang Zeqian opened the door with a smile, "Since you are here, please come in and have a cup of tea and take a nap!"

He planned to make up for the money he had lost on the old monks in Wuneng before from the old monks in front of him, otherwise, it was estimated that he would not be able to sleep well in this life.

Otani Baixiu and the Master of Paper Kite are in a daze, and His Excellency the owner is willing to invite them in for tea, it seems that there is hope for this matter today. The Buddha really favored them, good, good!