"This Buddha Gate is really rich!!" Chen Ming's first thought when he saw the reward order turned out to be this, the Buddha Gate that carries the merit box every day to ask believers for sesame oil money, and the Buddha Gate who even goes out for a meal to turn into a fate, can actually take out 10 million meters of gold to reward a person.

Although it was because that person had offended them severely, since that tantric sect was able to do this, it had already shown its wealth. You know, this is just one person, and the Buda Palace took it out without any hesitation, which shows that this 10 million meters of gold is nothing to Tantra.

Of course, it is not difficult to understand that Tantra is the most prosperous branch of Buddhism in China, and the status of Putuo Palace in Tantra is the same as that of Dalin Temple in Zen Buddhism.

Since ancient times, it has been said that Buddhism in prosperous times, in troubled times, every prosperous time, is the most prosperous time for Buddhism, and how much wealth Buddhism can cover in this can be imagined.

As the head of Tantra, Putuo Palace has unfathomable wealth and heritage.

A few years ago, Dalin Temple, which is as famous as Putuo Palace, went to a foreign listing, and the stock price hit a new high in one day, all the way to the red, with a market value of tens of billions.

Putuo Palace can be as famous as it, at least it won't be much worse.

"Interesting, Buddhism has spread its own poison, and now Putuo Palace has been robbed of the Zhenjiao magic by the poisonous monks, is this a dog-eat-dog, and there is infighting?" Chen Ming did not hide his mood when he saw the excitement, and when he saw that the old nest of the Buda Palace was actually served, he almost didn't laugh.

For a force like Putuo Palace, which has a long heritage, the face of the sect is very important, and even the bottom line they abide by. It's no wonder that when Aqina broke through the mountain gate, Putuo Palace was so angry.

"It's just that the treasure of Huaguo was snatched away by a poisonous ascetic, and this matter is not only the face of a family, but also Tantra, Buddhism, and even Huaguo have lost a person in front of many forces. ”

Chen Ming suddenly restrained his smile, frowned and said, although Aqina is a Buddhist monk, he is also a person of foreign forces, and Putuo Palace is a local force in Huaguo no matter what he says.

An outsider killed Putuo Palace, and also snatched the treasure of Putuo Palace, which was a severe slap in the face of the entire Putuo Palace, and even Hua Guo looked shameless in this matter.

Huaguo martial arts has always been known as the Holy Land of the East, in terms of martial arts, vast as a sea of smoke, masters, a hundred years ago when the war, under the suppression of foreign guns and artillery, have created a terrifying record.

The world's martial arts cultivation has always been respected by the Chinese martial arts world, the Eastern Huaguo, the forbidden land of foreign martial arts and special forces, this is a matter of the world, if Aqina is allowed to leave safely, then how can this rule be maintained, isn't it that what kind of ghosts and spirits want to do something in China?

"It's you," Chen Ming clicked on the column of the task pick-up, and suddenly the task disappeared from the task center and transferred to his personal background, only when he did not complete the task in time, or the task failed, he would return to the task center.

Looking at Aqina's bounty avatar, which was already flashing in his taskbar, the corners of Chen Ming's mouth hooked up with a sneer. He really didn't have much interest in Buddhism, although Buddhism preached the theory of goodness, but its teachings were undoubtedly too negative, and it was not the way to develop everything in the world.

But the Buddhism of Huaguo was developed under the protection of Huaguo after all, even if it was not for a bounty, just to save the face of Huaguo, Aqina would never be able to get out of Huaguo alive.

What's more, looking at the information, Aqina also thought that he was a strong poison warrior, otherwise it would be impossible to single-handedly kill Putuo Palace and snatch the dragon elephant Panruogong.

Chen Ming is still more interested in martial artists in the real world, he has inherited a peerless martial arts that is missing from heaven and earth, but he still doesn't know anything about what kind of level of martial arts cultivation in the current world can reach, as the so-called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, invincible in a hundred battles, Chen Ming also wants to know how high the ceiling of martial arts in the real world can be, which is also very beneficial to his next arrangement.

Slowly, Chen Ming closed the computer, put on the dusty gentleman's hat again, and walked towards the door with the piano case on his back, when he closed the door, the door came out of the creaking sound, the cold wind outside the house was shaking, whistling by, and at a glance, Chen Ming outside the room had disappeared.

The desert of the Western Regions, the yellow sand is all over the sky, the desert at night is different from the heat in the daytime, on the contrary, it is a little cold, the fine sand particles can not lock the temperature, and the temperature can only be changed from a steamer during the day to an ice cave at night.

On the Gobi Desert as far as the eye can see, there is only a camel at this time, and an old man in simple clothes walks by, like the cold wind blowing like an ice knife deboning, and the camel covered in thick fur can't help shrinking his body, but the old man is like a sculpture, motionless, his eyelids are together, as if glue is sticking, and there is no willingness to open them.

The old man's hair was gray and at the same time in a mess, he was very thin, and there was not a trace of flesh on his hands, only the skin wrapped around the bones.

In anyone's eyes, this is like a refugee who has just escaped from the disaster area, but such an old man, in the cold wind, he didn't even shrink at all.

The wind suddenly became urgent, and the sand flew in the air with the wind, turning the surroundings into a world of yellow sand.

The camels chopped their feet back and forth in the cold wind, and their round eyes could not be opened in the yellow sand.

The old man on the camel suddenly opened his eyes, and he was so old that he had these incomparably clear eyes, and the years did not seem to have left any trace in his eyes, and they looked much cleaner than the eyes of a seven or eight-year-old child.

"Now that it's already here, why hide and hide again, if you don't come out now, when will you wait?"

The old man's voice was very rough, as if he hadn't spoken for too long, and every word seemed to be rubbed out of sandpaper.

Soon after his words fell, several piles of sand were stirred not far away, and when the yellow sand on them was pushed away, several figures jumped out from behind him, and fell like lightning around the old man, surrounding him.

These people are not tall, only about one meter six or seven, uniformly dressed in black, the mask hides the facial features to death, only a pair of eyes are exposed, and they look like they are afraid of showing their true faces.

Two knives, one long and one short, pinned to their waists, this outfit, although it is difficult to guess their specific origin, but the general identity is clear at a glance.