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When his words fell, the yellow cloth wrapped around the diamond was also removed at the same time.

Suddenly, from Puji's palm, a dazzling and bewildering rainbow burst out.

Jian Chen couldn't help but squint fiercely, and after the gaze that gathered into a line forced away all the dazzling brilliance, he was shocked to find that it was extremely transparent to be able to burst out such a glorious thing.

Looking at the diamond, it can vaguely penetrate and see Puji's palm behind it!

Not only that, but from its inside, you can also see countless fine and well-made prisms, and think that the colorful brilliance is the light shining on it, and then reflected through these countless prisms.

This also makes this thing look extremely weird, a slab as big as a palm, but it seems that countless small particles have been compressed together by a great god.

But this is clearly not the time to study how diamonds came to be.

Jian Chen's ears kept echoing Puji's words that could not be borrowed, making his heart suddenly seem to be pressed against a heavy boulder, and his breathing was stagnant.

"Master Abbot......" He swallowed his saliva and said in a difficult tone: "Master Shicai said that you can't borrow each other, what do you mean?"

Pu Ji sighed, pinched the diamond with one hand, and covered most of its bottom with the other hand, and then faced Jian Chen, and said, "Sword donor, what can you find on it?"

Jian Chen was puzzled, and even looked at it.

But I saw that the bottom of the diamond, which was also extremely transparent, although it was mostly covered by Puji, there seemed to be something on the exposed part.

He took a few steps closer, and when he looked closer, his face changed dramatically.

Yi Jin Jing!

The diamond is engraved with three quaint and mysterious seals, and after careful identification, they are finally recognized.

Everyone in the world knows that Shaolin has seventy-two kinds of stunts, but few people know that it is the Three Classics that really become the foundation of Shaolin Temple.

Those who have three scriptures, wash the marrow, change the muscles, and wake up!

At this moment, the three characters of the Yijin Sutra are clearly placed in front of Jian Chen's eyes, and he doesn't need to look at it to know that the part that Puji covered with his hand must be the specific content of the Yijin Sutra.

"Master Abbot, this ......"

The brilliance in front of him was still there, but Jian Chen's eyes dimmed, and his heart had sunk into the abyss.

Zen Master Puji also looked at the diamond with a pair of Buddha eyes, and said to himself: "The diamond is the hardest thing in the world, no matter what kind of magic weapon you have, even if the knife splits and axes, it will not leave any trace on it." ”

There was fanatical reverence in his eyes, and he sighed: "Such a hard thing, the Bodhidharma Patriarch can actually use his great magic power to engrave the Shaolin Supreme Heart Sutra and the Yijin Sutra on the diamond, which is really the reincarnation of the true Buddha." ”

Only then did he look at Jian Chen, regain a trace of indifference, and said: "Sword donor, such a precious thing for Shaolin, it is engraved with the Supreme Heart Sutra, you say, diamond...... How can I borrow it?"

Jian Chen was speechless.

Speaking from the heart, if the diamond is owned by the sword mound, then whether it is him or the master Wu Yuanzhen, he is afraid and will not borrow it.

Not only can it not be borrowed, but regardless of whether Xiao Mohe is willing to go out of the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley or not, it is not even possible to carry Hua Xiangrong to Shaolin and use the diamond in front of the abbot of Puji.

After all, there is also one of the three classics that Shaolin regards as the foundation of the school - the Yijin Sutra.

Abbot Puji's words directly sealed all the retreats that Jian Chen could discuss.

"Abbot ......" knew that he couldn't do anything, for the sake of Hua Xiangrong, Jian Chen still pleaded and opened his mouth, but his voice was already extremely sour.

Pu Ji sighed, waved his hand, and handed the diamond to the hand of Pu Xian, who had been glaring angrily, and sighed: "The sword donor doesn't need to say it anymore, the matter of diamonds is impossible. ”

With his hands together, he sang Amitabha Buddha, closed his eyes and said: "The monks are compassionate, and the old man is extremely guilty about this matter, so it can be regarded as Shaolin owes the sword donor a favor, if there is a dispatch in the future, if it is not an evil thing, Shaolin will do its best to help." ”

"It's getting late today, the sword donor will go to the meditation room to rest for one night, and tomorrow he will go down the mountain to find another way. ”

After speaking, settle down.

Jian Chen's mouth opened, and he was speechless after all.

Since the abbot had orders, a monk who was waiting on the side greeted him and stood beside him.

This is an unmistakable eviction order.

Jian Chen had no choice but to say thank you, and quit the Thousand Buddha Hall with the guest monk.

Behind him, only the heavy angry snort of Venerable Puxian saw him off.

Shaolin Temple is quite majestic, Jian Chen in the Zhike monk under the leadership, all the way through the Dharma Temple, and from the drum tower to the Six Ancestors Hall, and then in the west of the temple near the Tallinn Zen Temple, finally stopped.

Here, it is the place where Shaolin Temple usually entertains the heroes of the rivers and lakes who come to visit.

Today, no one happened to come to Shaolin, there were about 100 meditation rooms, but there was no one at this time.

At this time, it was already the sun in the west mountain, and after letting him pick a meditation room, the monk went to order some fasting, and then said goodbye and left.

Although he did his best, there was still a hidden indifference in his politeness.

For this, Jian Chen also knew it.

Whoever comes to say that he wants to borrow the treasure of Shaolin's town faction, even if he is a monk, he is afraid that he can't suppress the anger in his heart, and it is not easy to be able to do a thorough number of courtesies under this premise.

It's just that...... What about diamonds?

Looking at the two or three plates of fasting on the table, where did Jian Chen still have an appetite at the moment, and the words of the abbot of Puji made him have a headache.

"Just ......"

There was a fierce light in his eyes, and he secretly said to himself: "If you don't do it, you won't stop it, wait until you sneak to the Dharma Academy in the middle of the night, steal the diamond and run away!"

As soon as the thought came to mind, I thought about it, and I couldn't help but be discouraged.

The world's martial arts come out of Shaolin, how can this sentence be called in vain.

Previously, in the Thousand Buddha Hall, in addition to the abbot of Puji, the remaining more than a dozen monks, just looking at its gas, which one is good to get along?

It was the Venerable Puxian who had been glaring at him angrily, and Jian Chen believed that although he had now practiced one or two of the Xuanming Technique, it would be difficult to be sure of this person.

The heritage of Shaolin Temple is not trivial.

Begging, can't beg, grab, can't grab, how to do it to save Rong'er......

For a while, Jian Chen had a lot of thoughts, and countless thoughts came one after another like a carp crossing the river, but none of them could solve the current predicament.

These **** were already tired, and they were in a coma in Luoyang for three days, thinking that they were in a hurry, and they didn't dare to take a break on the way from Luoyang to Shaolin.

At this time, I used my brain too much, and I was in a daze, and I don't know when, I actually fell asleep on the table.

This sleep, until the starry sky, still not wake.

Until...... Countless noisy voices came from outside the Zen Temple.

Rubbing his arm that was pressed sore, Jian Chen's eyes were confused and dazed.

Raising his eyes and looking at the night outside the window, he couldn't help but wonder to himself: "It's so late, why is it still so noisy?"

"Could it be that Shaolin disciples practice day and night?"

He was thinking about it, when suddenly a terrible cry resounded through Shaolin:

"Master Abbot, Venerable Puxian...... Go!"