"That's the magical instruments in your temple?"

The tiger dragon looked at the few magic weapons in front of him with dissatisfaction, only a few strings of beads, wooden fish, bells, big drums, big rocks and other things.

He is now in the same Buddhist temple with Monk Xinkuan. There are no one else around him, but two monks lying at the door without knowing their life and death.

"Our Yunling Zen Temple is just a small temple in the small sect. There are not many magical instruments in the temple. The abbot also felt that these magical instruments were just decorations, so he simply distributed them."

"As long as the monks in the temple have similar cultivation, even fewer people will be placed here." Jingkong quickly explained.

"Hmph." The tiger dragon snorted lightly and was about to stretch out its claws to get it.

"There are Buddhist bans on the Dharma instruments. Anyone who touches them in the temple will trigger the ban, which will make the abbot feel in his heart." Xinkuan hurriedly reminded.

He was not afraid of the abbot discovering it. In fact, he was eager to be discovered so that he could get out of it, but he was afraid that the monster would vent his anger first after discovering it and touching the ban.

It is related to his own life, so he has no choice but to ignore it.

"This cannot be taken, that cannot be taken, what's the use for you?" Hu Jiao said angrily, but he didn't do anything anymore. He had to look at other things in the temple first, and it wouldn't be too late to take them.

However, his tone was extremely dissatisfied, as if he wanted to swallow Monk Xinkuan alive.

"There are thousands of scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, which can be taken." Monk Xinkuan closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if he was repenting his fault with the Buddha, but he said it without hesitation.

"Okay, let's go to the Sutra Pavilion."

Although Buddhist practices and scriptures are mostly useless to you, you can at least go to the ghost market to exchange for spiritual values, and then exchange the spiritual values ​​for other cultivation resources.

The Sutra Pavilion is very close to you, and the tiger dragon comes into it with just one escape technique.

There was a lock on the outside, and there was no monk guarding inside.

There were rows of scriptures filled with scrolls of paper and bamboo, and some statues of Buddha. The tiger dragon looked carefully and saw that the statues were full of words.

It should be a special scripture carrier.

None of these scriptures were restricted, and the guarding was also not strict. When the tiger dragon saw this, it understood that these scriptures were definitely not valuable.

But he didn't dislike it. Although the quality was not very good, at least it was sufficient.

The Qiankun bag he got from the hands of the Crow God General had no other advantage, but was that it had a large storage space, so it was not a problem to put most of the scriptures here.

"What are magical powers, magic, and martial arts?" He asked Monk Xiang Xinkuan. No matter how much storage space is, he naturally would not want ordinary scriptures, and it would be useless to hold them.

“The ones on the inside are.”

Maybe he had already accepted his fate, and Monk Xinkuan answered very readily.

The tiger dragon stepped forward, took out a volume of scriptures casually, quickly checked it, and put it into the Qiankun bag. After putting dozens of books in succession, he spoke in a little unhappy:

"Why are there ordinary magic and meditation scriptures, supernatural powers, and martial arts?"

"The truly important martial arts and supernatural powers are all in the hands of the elders who pass on the martial arts. They are carried by the elders. If they go out, they will be handed over to the abbot for custody."

Monk Xinkuan's face was calm, and he implied that the temple rules were like this, so he would not do anything.

"What about the relics? I heard that Buddhist monks will transform into relics after they are transformed into relics. You are also a well-known temple nearby. You will not even have a single relics, right?"

The tiger dragon stared at him with bad eyes, and even through the black veil, he could feel the deep malice in his eyes.

"The relics in the temple are in the abbot's building."

Monk Xinkuan was delighted, but his face remained unchanged and he still looked cautious.

"Then go to the abbot's building." Hu Jiao immediately answered.

There were still constant fighting sounds outside, and the monks were obviously fighting fiercely with the monsters coming. They didn't dare to fight at this time, and then there would be no chance in the future.

Without waiting for the joy in Monk Xinkuan, Hu Jiao said again: "Sin Kuan is the prison of Yunling Zen Temple, so I guess there will be not too few magical instruments on it. Why don't you lend them to someone for first?"

When Monk Xinkuan heard this, he almost jumped up. What he cherished most was the magic weapon on his body. How could he hand over it? But when he felt the increasingly dangerous aura of the tiger dragon, he didn't say it after all, but just silently handed over a golden bowl.

"That's all?" The claws that the tiger dragon took out were not retracted, but still looked like he was asking for it.

Monk Xinkuan was silent for a while, and then took out a wooden fish.

The tiger dragon had not yet retracted its claws, so he took out another golden bell and placed it on the tiger dragon's claws.

"Um?"

As soon as he stopped, the tiger dragon glared at him again.

Monk Xinkuan had no choice but to take off the Buddhist beads he was wearing with a frustration, put them in the claws of the tiger dragon again, and blood dripped in his heart.

"It's really gone this time." Seeing that the tiger dragon was still staring at him, Monk Xinkuan replied with a sad face.

"Don't play tricks with someone. If you find out that you have any intentions, your flesh and blood are also a good thing for someone."

Hu Jiao patted his face and said in a cold tone with a slight joking voice.

"The little monk understands, the little monk understands."

Monk Xinkuan's heart beat hard and nodded repeatedly.

The tiger dragon grabbed his shoulder and, under his guidance, arrived at a pavilion in a flash.

Compared with other halls, this pavilion is obviously much darker, and the space is not as spacious and grand as other halls.

There was nothing around, only a green lamp and a statue of Buddha with a miserable face.

"Where is the relics?" Hu Jiao looked at Monk Xinkuan coldly.

"This...I don't know this. The relics are all in the hands of the abbot. Usually, the abbot never leaves the abbot's building, but for some reason they are not here today."

As soon as he entered the door, Monk Xinkuan looked around with anticipation, but what made him despair was that there was nothing else except a blue lamp and a statue of Buddha inside.

The old figure who had been standing in front of the Buddha statue on weekdays, as if it had been unchanging forever was not inside.

He was originally placing his hope on the old monk and was instantly ashamed, and he was also trembling when answering the tiger dragon's questions.

The tiger dragon was dissatisfied, but he also knew that he could no longer waste his time now. He knew when the monks in this temple would decide the outcome with the monsters.

He now plans to break the ban and get the magic weapon, and run away while the monks have no time to get the things.

Before leaving, the tiger dragon suddenly saw the green lamp in front of the Buddha statue, and his heart moved and reached out to grab it.

However, the closer he got, he found that the optical fibers around him became dimmer and soon the surroundings had turned into darkness.

“Wow——”

A baby's cry came from his ears, causing the tiger dragon to pause.
Chapter completed!