Seeing that it seemed a little confused, Tang Zeqian couldn't help but feel excited. He was about to use all the firepower to continue to fool him, but unexpectedly, a humble and low voice suddenly sounded above his head.

"Is the Lord of Tang Zeqian in the museum? The abbot of Honan Temple, Otani Baixiu, led the elder of Feiyun Pavilion of Honshu, the elder of Heiyuan Court, Zhiyuan, and the elder of Baishu Court of Heiyuan Court of Heiyuan, and others to come to visit..."

Well?

What the hell?

Why did all the monks from Honan Temple come out? Are you planning to save someone from the rushing temple?

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

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

The ones who came outside were the abbot of the Honan Temple and several elders, but there was no more respected old monk Wuneng. I'm afraid that it wasn't because the old monk Wuneng packed and brought back many magical tools last time. These old monks were jealous, and wanted to try their luck?

Tang Zeqian couldn't help but feel speechless.

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

But the old monks at the Honan Temple were all so merciless, which was a bit beyond his expectations.

However, he turned around and came out of the passage, returned to the well, first closed the entrance to the secret cave, then tidied up the instrument and returned to the living room of Gouxuan Pavilion.

At the same time, the four old monks were standing awkwardly outside the gate of Gouxuan Pavilion.

They just reported themselves that they had been visiting the house for more than a minute, but there was no reply inside.

"Why is there no response at all?" Master Zhiquan from the Black Academy couldn't help but mutter, "Can you say that the owner of this Gouxuan Pavilion doesn't want to see us at all?"

"Although it is a bit presumptuous to come to the door rashly, it shouldn't be even allowed to let us in." Elder Zhiling of Feiyun Pavilion pondered, "Didn't Master Wuneng say that although his master's cultivation is vast and unfathomable, he is very approachable and kinder than ordinary people..."

Master Zhiyuan couldn't help but complain: "Uncle Wuneng is really here. He has come here, and it doesn't take much time to accompany us to visit us. Why are you in a hurry to go to the Kyoto Imperial Office? If Uncle Wuneng is willing to accompany us, it's probably not the same treatment!"

The abbot of the side, Bai Xiu, said silently: "Why don't he know our thoughts? If he refuses to come with us this time, he probably has the intention to warn us, and wants us to die and not have any unreasonable thoughts..."

The other old monks were silent.

Indeed, Uncle Wuneng must have guessed it.

At that time, the magic weapon brought back by Master Wuneng actually contained the essence of the Azure Dragon, and its vigorous vitality could even make some things turn into monsters in an instant. If they were wearing it with them, it would nourish their souls day and night, which would make their life span soar.

Who wouldn't be moved by seeing such things?

It is said that Master Wuneng bought twenty or thirty such magic weapons for only a few million.

Isn’t it just money? These old monks occupied the holy land of the Pure Land Zhenzong for half of their lives and were offered by millions of believers. How could they be short of money?

So, after discussion, they decided to try their luck together.

Everyone is a monk from the same temple. There is no reason why Master Wuneng can buy it, but they can’t buy it, right?

In the end, even the host, Bai Xiu of Otani, was convinced by them!

But the old monk Wuneng advised them not to come, and said: The owner of Gouxuan Pavilion, Mr. Tang Zeqian, was compassionate to the heavens and the gods and Buddhas. The reason why he sold magic weapons to him was because of his compassion. Now that he came to ask for it again, it was caused by greed. How could the owner of the Pavilion let them do what they wish?

The truth is right, but unfortunately they don’t want to listen!

The host of the host, Baixiu Otani, and the others still couldn't help but feel unwilling to give up the opportunity to be in front of them. Therefore, they took advantage of the opportunity of the deacon of the Kyoto Imperial Office asking for help and went out in full swing, "on the way" to pass by Gougen Hall and come to have a visit.

Unfortunately, the old monk Wuneng saw through them and refused to join them, so he went directly to the Kyoto Imperial Office.

"Squeak..."

The door of Gouxuan Pavilion suddenly opened.

Tang Zeqian looked at the four anxious old monks at the door and said inexplicably: "It's a foggy day, is there anything wrong with the masters coming to Gouxuan Pavilion?"

When the four old monks saw the door open, they couldn't help but look happy and saluted.

The host, Bai Xiu of Otani, said with his hands: "Can you be the owner of the museum, Tang Zeqian? I am polite! This time I came to the door with a rude attitude, and I came to thank you!"

"thank?"

Tang Zeqian looked at the old monks with a strange expression and thought to himself: You old bald donkeys are afraid that you want to come and get a bargain, right?

He didn't know the value of those magical instruments, but when he packed them to Mr. Wuneng, he felt quite happy. After all, from a poor man with a monthly salary of several thousand yuan, he suddenly became Tang Baiwan, or even Tang Qianwan, and he was really excited.

However, now that he already knows the value of these magical instruments, he can't help but feel a little painful.

Nowadays, buying an ordinary magic weapon from an alchemist on the market is worth several million, twenty or thirty pieces, worth nearly 100 million yuan, and it is still priceless.

Before, he felt that it was a very proud thing for Tang Qianwan to work for three months.

Now I know that three months ago, he should have been Tang Yiwan's. In three months, he became Tang Qianwan by losing his family...

This is so heartbreaking!

These old monks in front of me actually want to come and get a bargain!

Are you shameless?

When Otani Baixiu saw the face of the master's master, he seemed a little unhappy, and he couldn't help but feel a little slack. He hurriedly said, "Yes, we are here to thank you! Uncle Wuneng, thanked by your favor, gave him a magic weapon to protect the monks of Honun Temple and the innocent people of Kyoto, so that they could not be miserable. We are very grateful. This time, the Kyoto Imperial Hall next door found that a ghost gate was opened, and several deacons asked for help from Honun Temple. We took advantage of the opportunity to go to Kyoto Imperial Hall to help the other party with a helping force and came to the door to thank..."

The reason why Otani Shirasui was able to become the abbot of Honanji was not entirely due to the family's legacy. His IQ and eloquence were still online. His words were so high-sounding that he seemed very humble and polite.

"Several masters are intent!" Tang Zeqian smiled and opened the door, "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 to Mr. Wuneng from the old monks in front of him, otherwise he would probably not be able to sleep well for the rest of his life.
Chapter completed!