Chapter 1782, Ten Deaths but No Life

Monk Bujie understood what he meant.

He glared at the six people hatefully, his face uncertain.

Why do you think you provoke this god of plague?

Cursing secretly, he said with a smile.

"Lin Que, we have lived and died together, give me some face and let them go!"

Lin Que agreed very happily.

"sure!"

"However, these are six supreme-level miners!"

“How much revenue will I lose if I let them go?”

"We are all buddies. You don't want to see me suffer such a big loss, right?"

"Also, don't forget it."

"I saved your life before, and you promised to give me a Buddhist soul skill."

"Brother, we must settle the score!"

His eyes were filled with amusement.

Stinky monk, you're going to take this stab!

Monk Bujie gritted his teeth and took out a booklet from his sleeve robe.

"This is the soul skill I practiced, called the Seven Apertures Soul Control Technique."

"In addition, Fantuo Temple will provide 10 million as compensation for your losses."

Lin Que reached out and took it.

"Yes, I accept this soul skill."

"But if you want me to let these people go, 10 million won't be enough."

Monk Bujie had already expected that he would open his mouth like a lion.

"Then tell me the number."

Lin Que smiled peacefully.

"What's the relationship between us? It's too vulgar to ask for money."

"In this way, fifty thousand spiritual stones."

"Fifty thousand spirit stones? Do you think I'm worth the price?"

The monk who refused to quit cursed loudly.

"You didn't mention the money, so you're just going to kill me!"

Lin Que shrugged.

"Then I'll have to send them to the mines."

"No! I'll give it!"

Monk Bujie had a look of pain on his face. This amount, even for the entire Fantuo Temple, was considered a massive hemorrhage.

"happy!"

"Qin Feng, release him!"

Under the gaze of the monk Bujie who wanted to kill someone, Qin Feng untied the ropes from the six monks.

Lin Que patted the great monk on the shoulder.

"If you don't quit, don't do this."

"Just think of it as making a friend."

"Come on, smile."

If he doesn't quit the monk's sword, he will lose his mind.

"The host is waiting for you in the main hall."

After saying this, he threw a storage bag to Lin Que, turned around and left.

Lin Que didn't care and led everyone into the main hall of Fantuo Temple.

The old abbot sat on the main seat and waited for a long time.

When old friends meet again, a small talk is indispensable.

Qin Feng took a closer look at the chair with glittering golden light beneath him. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he bit down on the handle.

Boom.

"Bah bah."

Qin Feng spit out a mouthful of lime and curled his lips.

"It's fake, I thought it was real gold!"

"Donor, this is the treasure of our Fantuo Temple."

Qin Feng was slightly stunned and raised his head. The old monk was looking at him with a smile.

"You want to blackmail me?"

The old monk shook his head slowly.

"No, no, how can the matter of becoming a monk be called a scam?"

"Fodu is rich..."

"Ah, no, Buddha is destined to meet someone."

"I accept 30,000 spirit stones from you as an apology to the Buddha."

Qin Feng's teeth were itching.

This old bald donkey knows everything about what happened just now.

This is clear revenge!

As he grows up, he has only tricked others, but he has never been tricked by others.

But the old monk looked like he was not someone to be trifled with, so he had no choice but to look at Lin Que for help.

Lin Que looked serious.

"Xiao Fengzi, how do I usually teach you?"

"One person does the work and one person is responsible."

"If you break something, you have to pay for it!"

"Don't worry, if you are sold to the mine, brother, I will be the first to give you food!"

Yang Dingfeng didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Qin Feng, this doesn't look like you!"

"Have you forgotten your unique skill?"

"Give him a set!"

Qin Feng glanced at the old monk's lower body, weighed the pros and cons and gave up the plan.

The others had no intention of helping him at all, so he gritted his teeth.

"Okay, I admit defeat."

"Let's keep accounts first!"

Reluctantly, Qin Feng kept looking at the old monk.

Damn bald donkey, don't let me find a chance.

Otherwise, I will let you know what orange flowers are blooming!

After some fun, Lin Que put down his teacup and spoke.

"Senior, have you ever heard of this person?"

"His name is Ning Daoyuan, he was a saint of the human race four thousand years ago..."

The old monk listened to the detailed introduction, and his kind face became serious.

"What did you ask him to do?"

Lin Que told the whole story of the future.

The old monk pondered for a moment.

"Lin Que, do you remember the agreement between you and me?"

Lin Tiao nodded.

"certainly."

The old monk continued.

"What a coincidence."

"What I want you to do is inseparable from Ning Daoyuan."

Lin Que became interested.

"Oh? Tell me."

The old monk's voice contains a kind of Buddha essence, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

"You already know Ning Daoyuan's past, I won't say more."

"This man was one of the leaders of the human race back then, and he had countless secret treasures and true arts in his hands."

"In his hand, not only does he have the Nine-turn Plastic Tendon Lotus, but he also has a relic."

"This relic was left behind after the death of our sages from the Fantuo Temple."

"I want you to help Vantuo Temple retrieve the relics."

Lin Que frowned.

"Ghost riot No. 7, Ning Daoyuan is still alive?"

The old monk nodded.

"He's not as simple as you think."

Before Lin Que could speak, the old monk continued.

"I want to remind you."

"Today's No. 7 ghost monster is far more dangerous than other ghost monsters."

"With your current strength, you will basically die."

"Think about it carefully."

"I won't force it."

"The decision whether to go or not is up to you."

Lin Que agreed without thinking.

"Don't think about it."

"For Hongye, I have to go to the eighteenth level of hell."

Hearing his words, the old monk showed approval.

"I really saw the right person."

Mo Qingcheng's face was expressionless, but her heart was full of taste.

She also wanted to have such a selfless feeling.

The old monk thought for a moment.

"In this way, we can't let you fight alone."

"I will send Bujie to go with you."

Lin Duo nodded and did not refuse.

There is no need to elaborate too much on the danger of this operation.

One more person means more power.

"Lin Que, you guys need to rest in the temple first."

"It's not too late to leave after you're fully prepared."

"If you have any requests, Fantuo Temple will try its best to accommodate them."

"Oh, right."

"The compensation for your brother's damage to the temple's treasure must be handed over to Bujie as soon as possible."

Lin Que pretended to be dumbfounded and pointed at Qin Feng.

"Brother? Him?"

"We're not familiar with each other!"

The old monk ignored him at all, and his rich body disappeared out of thin air.

Qin Feng looked resentful.

"Lin Quede, so love can change, right?"

Lin Que's teeth were sore and he couldn't bear it at all, so he threw the bag containing the spirit stones directly to him.

Then, under the leadership of the young novice monk, several people entered their respective residences to rest.

That night, everyone gathered in Lin Que's room.

"You heard it too."

"This matter is not trivial, so please don't get involved."

"I go by my own."