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Volume 1 Chapter 378 Lingshan Lamp Oil, Ecstatic Monk Fa Kong

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    Fakong had a gloomy face and snorted coldly to everyone: "It's past noon today, and the effectiveness of my relics will be maximized at noon tomorrow."  ()

    "Everything depends on the master's instructions. We just made a little joke with the master before. I'm sure the master won't mind."

    The monk¡¯s face twitched twice and he nodded fiercely: ¡°I don¡¯t mind, I don¡¯t mind, of course I don¡¯t mind.¡±

    "Master, please enter the military camp."

    Looking at the eagerly watching soldiers around him, Fakong had no choice but to follow them in.

    This is the real sheep entering the tiger's mouth. Fakong overestimated his own strength and ended up losing money.

    It's not that the Buddha's relics are not strong, but because Chen Jiu's divine thunder of destruction is too targeted. If he attacks with ordinary means, it will only trigger a counterattack from the Buddha's relics. The greater the attack power, the greater the counterattack. In the end, these hundreds of thousands of people will be destroyed.  It is not difficult for the army to be wiped out.

    It's a pity that Monk Fakong is afraid. He is afraid that the relic will be destroyed in his hands. This relic is a precious treasure of Buddhism and cannot be damaged. In the eyes of every Buddhist, this relic is more precious than his own life. Although one more relic can be  He counterattacked and killed everyone, but Fakong thought it was not worth it. The lives of these people combined were not as important as a hair of the relic. If there was another wound, Fakong would be heartbroken to death.

    I don¡¯t know how long it will take for this trace of divine thunder of destruction to be erased and the relics to be reunited.

    Since Monk Fakong promised everyone to remove the evil spirit from the ancient battlefield tomorrow, no one is worried that he will go back on his word. Unpleasant things happen from time to time in this world because of the cycle of karma and retribution.

    The night had just fallen silent, and the dark ancient battlefield began to change.

    Sounds of roaring and struggling sounded from the ancient battlefield.  Passed through the barrier and reached the ears of all the soldiers.

    Everyone was uneasy. Monk Fakong patted his forehead, as if he remembered something: "Hurry up and tell your soldiers to restrain their evil spirits, otherwise the evil spirits inside and outside the battlefield will interact with each other, and the fighting spirits inside will wake up, take over the body, and rush out of the battlefield."

    When everyone heard this, they scolded Monk Fakong from the bottom of their hearts to the eighteenth generation of their ancestors. This guy was seeking revenge, but he had to do what Fakong said.  Converge evil spirits.

    The army naturally has its own way to curb evil spirits.  If you don't know how to restrain your evil spirit, how can you sneak attack on the opponent?

    As the evil spirit subsided, the roars of the ancient battlefield gradually weakened, but there were still one or two roars coming out from time to time.

    Inside the big tent, Chen Jiu's big tent was lit with an oil lamp.  Chen Jiu was leaning on the bed.  Looking at books.

    There was a commotion outside the door.  I heard a soldier standing outside the door saying, "General, that monk wants to see you."

    Chen Jiulue thought for a moment and said, "Let him come in."

    Under the light, Fakong¡¯s head was even brighter.  Like a lantern.

    "I wonder why Fakong Dashi came here late at night?"

    Chen Jiu looked at the book without raising his head. Fa Kong was not polite and found a place to sit down by himself: "Donor, please tell me a condition, how can you give me a drop of this true dragon's blood?"

    Chen Jiu said without raising his head: "I won't change."

    "Is there really no way out?" Fakong refused to give up.

    Chen Jiu glanced at the old monk in surprise, then put down the book: "It's not impossible, I'm afraid you won't be able to let it go."

    "What can a poor monk be reluctant to part with? Everything is external to him." Fakong smiled magnanimously. When he saw Youmen, a smile appeared on his slightly gloomy face.

    The more I thought about it, the more unwilling I became to live in the big tent. I was helping others in vain, and my goal was not achieved. I felt very angry, so I just took advantage of the night to find Chen Jiu.

    "I think the master's Buddha relics are pretty good. One relic can be exchanged for a drop of dragon's blood."

    Fakong was stunned. He never expected that Chen Jiu would actually focus on his relics, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

    Chen Jiu touched his smooth chin: "One drop of dragon's blood is indeed a bit little, so be it, I am an honest person, how about adding a dragon scale."

    The expression on Fakong's face froze, and he stared at Chen Jiu.

    "Look at what I'm doing. Although the relics are priceless treasures, now the real dragons have disappeared in historical time and space, and the only ones left are hybrid dragons such as heavenly dragons, flying dragons, and dragons. I am unique, okay?"

    The monk put his hands together and recited: "Amitabha".

    After a while, I opened my eyes: "One pound of Lingshan lamp oil will fall down if you don't change it."

    "Lingshan lamp oil?" Chen Jiu's eyes lit up. The legend of Lingshan lamp oil was once mentioned in an ancient book.

    It is said that in ancient times, the Buddha used the secret method of Buddhism to collect the vitality of the heavens and refine it into a kind of medicine that has the effect of calming the mind and enlightening the Tao.This is a precious treasure. The Buddha would light this lamp oil when he was giving lectures to help his disciples realize the Tao.

    Even the Buddha and immortals can use the lamp oil to realize enlightenment, which shows how incredible its efficacy is.

    However, since the disappearance of the Buddha, the secret method of collecting lamp oil has been lost in heaven and earth. Nowadays, the lamp oil is used a little less.

    This Fukong is actually willing to exchange lamp oil for it. Obviously the blood of the true dragon is too important to the other party.

    Looking at Fakong's face, Chen Jiu finally said seriously: "One pound is too little, three pounds."

    "Why don't you go and grab it? One pound is one pound. You have to think carefully. Even if I don't get the lamp oil today, there will be great Buddhist masters coming to you in the future."

    Looking at Fakong¡¯s slightly threatening words, Chen Jiu finally gritted his teeth: ¡°One and a half kilograms, absolutely no less.¡±

    "Okay, deal done."

    Fakong took out a gourd from his body and handed it to Chen Jiu: "This is one and a half kilograms of Lingshan lamp oil. As long as it is lit, it not only has the power of enlightenment, but also has the effect of protection. Sometimes when encountering an unparalleled enemy, it can also be a way to save one's life."  means".

    He took the gourd and inspected it carefully. He found that the monk Fakong was quite honest and did not do anything. Chen Jiu touched the real dragon on his waist with satisfaction: "We share this lamp oil, so you can give up a drop of real blood and scales."  Bar".

    Li Mei turned around Chen Jiu's waist, her body shook slightly, and a drop of blood and scales flew out of her body and landed in front of Chen Jiu.

    Chen Jiu took the scale and handed it to Fakong: "Take it, I don't want you Buddhists to trouble me in the future, otherwise I am not a vegetarian. I can even break the relics of the Buddha, don't tell me you wait.  Got golden body."

    Hearing Chen Jiu mention the method of destroying the Buddha's relics, Fakong's face darkened again. He put away the True Dragon's blood and scales, then turned and left without checking. Chen Jiu took the True Dragon's Blood in front of him.  With Long Lin, as a master who was several levels higher than Chen Jiu, he was confident that Chen Jiu would not be able to hide it from him if he made any small moves.

    Looking at a gourd of lamp oil, Chen Jiu showed a smile: "Wait a minute, I want to see what this guy is going to do if he is so eager to get the blood of the true dragon."

    As he spoke, Chen Jiu exuded a trace of good fortune, which was absorbed by Li Mei: "I'll give you some compensation. If I weren't afraid of killing you, I really want to give you more."

    Chao Xiaoyu walked out of nowhere, his mask had been taken off, and he stared at Chen Jiu with a faint smile: "This monk is willing to give up Lingshan lamp oil. This is a good thing. Let's meet and share half of it."

    Chen Jiu tightly grasped the gourd in his hand: "No, this is the result of the cooperation between Li Mei and I, it has nothing to do with you."

    Chao Xiaoyusu stretched out his hand to Chen Jiu's ear: "Really?".

    Seeing that his ears were about to be ravaged again, Chen Jiuyi sighed: "Forget it, I'll give you one-third."

    Chao Xiaoyu rolled his eyes at Chen Jiu and said, "Stingy, after lighting this Lingshan lamp oil, the effect will not be weakened if several people use it together. We just need to use the lamp oil together in the future."

    Chen Jiu looked at the gourd happily: "This is Lingshan lamp oil. According to legend, ordinary beasts can open up their spiritual intelligence by eating a drop. If they eat a little more, they can transform, and even become powerful monsters. I don't know if it is true.  ".

    "Nothing in this world is groundless. Even if it is not true, it is true. It has unimaginable benefits for the monster clan. If the monster knows that you have Lingshan lamp oil on you, and it is a pound and a half, you will be in trouble. I guess  The Demon Emperor will come to you personally to talk about your ideals."

    Chen Jiu put away the Lingshan lamp oil: "There are many people in this world that I can't beat. They are countless. But if I want to escape, there are really not many people who can kill me."

    "That's right, you're bragging, just brag." After saying that, he turned towards Xiaoyu and got into the quilt. Chen Jiuyi sighed and turned to the light. The light went out, and the big tent fell into silence.

    Outside, Monk Fakong showed an expression of ecstasy: "I've made a lot of money. I really made a lot of money this time. This kid deserves to be tricked by me. He finally let out a bad breath."  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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