When I ran to the teahouse, my lungs were already burning like fire, and I was just about to take out the key, when a figure suddenly stood in front of me.

I fixed my eyes and saw that it was Azan invited by Ji Canghai from Nanyang.

Since he came, it has always been Ji Canghai who has contacted him, and his sudden appearance made me a little confused.

"Mr. Chen."

Azan greeted me with a smile, and I quickly folded my hands and bowed halfway.

"The books you commanded have basically been translated."

I was stunned to know why he was here.

Ask yourself, do I hate Chen Changming?

Hate to the bone!

Compared to retaliating against him, I just want to take care of the people around me now, and as for Chen Changming, I don't have the energy to care about him.

But after all, it cost so much, so I still asked, "Do you see the way?"

Azan nodded, "If you're not busy, go to my place now."

"Well, let's go."

On the way, I learned that Ji Canghai rented a house for Azan next to him, and it was convenient to meet each other.

When I arrived at the rental house, I immediately felt guilty that Azan's room was not only dilapidated and small, but also had a leaky roof.

A set of tables and chairs, a bed, and a few sets of dishes and chopsticks are all his belongings.

Perhaps, this is the real monk.

Azan's Mandarin is very stiff, and even every word can't be connected into a complete sentence, without Ji Canghai, I can only guess and listen.

"Here."

He picked up a red-skinned book and shook it in front of me, "I probably know the contents of this book."

Azan flipped through the book, muttering incessantly, and I pricked up my ears for a while to discern it carefully before I could understand it completely.

He said that the book is called "The Ancient Sutra", and it is a heirloom treasure of Black Azan, but it was stolen many years ago, so that the book has become a myth.

And the Agu Sutra covers a lot of content, from raising ghosts to changing fortunes.

Most of them are still tricks of fortune.

"The living are called refiners."

Azan pointed to one of the pages, translating in broken Mandarin: "If you turn refining into a beast, then you can have the luck of refining things."

I was confused about what I was saying, and I could only barely understand it.

"Can a man become an animal?"

Azan paused in his hand and nodded seriously, "Yes."

Turning people into animals is something like this, even fairy tales don't dare to write like this!

The evil art of Nanyang completely subverted my cognition.

I hid the shock in my heart and continued to ask, "After refining, I will be able to transfer the luck of the living to others?"

"That's right."

Seeing that I didn't ask any more questions, Azan continued to translate.

He pointed to one of the passages: "It is written here that raising a newborn child with poison can make the soul immortal."

"Capture the fortune of others and increase the luck of the owner."

…………

Azan said a lot, and almost every spell made me gasp.

A vicious person like Chen Changming, getting this book is tantamount to putting two wings on the evil tiger.

It's scary to think about!

"If this book is still in the hands of that bastard, the current Mo Nan may not be virtuous."

Azan nodded in agreement, "Yes, it's a blessing in misfortune."

As soon as I finished speaking, I was suddenly stunned: "You say, this is still a treasure?"

Azan nodded, "That's right."

"That's not right."

My heart gradually sank, and then I denied it: "Chen Changming knows that this book is in my hand, and he has asked me for it."

"But after that, he never mentioned it to me."

Azan's brow gradually furrowed, "Do you think this book is no longer important to him?"

"Uh-huh......

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "It's possible."

"During these days, I didn't deal with him three or two times, and he never came to me again."

"I suspect he's learned it!"

If that's the case, it's a super annoying thing for everyone.

"No, it won't."

Azan closed the book and said softly, "There are at least thousands of kinds of knowledge covered in this book, and no one can learn them all."

"If the owner of this book gives up the search, it must be because he is afraid."

I looked at him puzzled, "What is he afraid of?"

"As far as I know, many people are still looking for this book, and there are even high-priced bounty orders."

He held out a slap and put it in front of me: "In Nanyang, this book is worth at least that."

"500,000?"

"Five lives."