Chapter 489: Monk Tangan

With a puzzled look, Ning Xiaochuan took the animal hide, took a look at the animal hide, and exclaimed, "The map of Burial God Mountain!"

"That's right! This is an animal skin map handed down by the ancients. It has a history of tens of thousands of years and is invaluable. [First release] It records the topographic features of the Burial God Mountain, and marks the coordinates of some death secrets inside. However, A long time ago, there was a turmoil in Jiuyuejiang. This map of animal skins was divided into nine parts, and what you hold in your hand is one-ninth of the map. Few people can recognize that this is the map of Burial God Mountain. You actually recognized its origin so quickly. So, you are really destined for it."

The Great Monk's face was somewhat surprised, and the way he looked at Ning Xiaochuan also changed, as if he was looking at a natural genius.

"Nonsense! It just says 'Map of Burial God Mountain'." Ning Xiaochuan said angrily.

On the tattered animal skin, the words "Map of Burial God Mountain" were clearly written.

"Is there? I can't see it at all, old man."

The startled expression on the face of the great monk was even stronger, he took the picture of the animal skin away, put his eyeballs on top of the animal skin, looked at it for a long time, finally put down the animal skin, and said meaningfully: "This should be It is the legendary Wordless Heavenly Book! Only those who are truly destined can see the words on it, and what ordinary people see will only be blank."

It was strange that Ning Xiaochuan believed his words, and said impatiently, "What are you going to do?"

The great monk pondered for a long time, as if he had made a very important decision, and said: "Young man, I see that you have a great relationship with this picture, so I decided to sell you this priceless picture. If you bring this picture to the mountain of burial, you may be able to find the treasure left by Emperor Zijin, and become a great hero who saves the common people and the common people. I think that only a small benefactor can succeed."

There was firm belief in his eyes, and he seemed to be really optimistic about Ning Xiaochuan.

Ning Xiaochuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Sell it to me?"

The great monk nodded and said: "That's right, who told you that this picture is so predestined. You know, not long ago, 'Lei Ao', the supreme powerhouse of the Lei Clan, and the 'Jin Shui Fairy' of Xuanqingguan , They all wanted to sell this one-ninth remnant picture from the old monk at a sky-high price. However, they had no chance with the remnant picture. If you are willing to pay a price of 100,000 profound stones, this fragmented picture will be yours... eh... don't go! 80,000 profound stones are fine...if not, 50,000 profound stones...the price can be negotiated!"

Ning Xiaochuan rushed towards the upper reaches of the Ghost River without looking back, he didn't want to continue writing ink with that great monk at all. [For more exciting novels, please visit]

This method of defrauding money,

He has seen a lot!

A monk stopped chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha in the temple, but ran out to sell maps and swindle money. Is he really a monk?

The great monk did not give up, and chased after him again, saying: "Almsgiver, there are thousands of fork roads in life, but there is only one road that can make you rich and powerful. Once you miss it, it will be difficult to meet again in the future. No, think about it again, how about 30,000 profound stones? There can be no less!"

Ning Xiaochuan just went his own way and ignored him at all.

The great monk continued: "Actually, because of the great fate between you and this remnant picture, I should have given it to you without taking any money. But... But recently, the temple has been in disrepair for a long time, the incense is not flourishing, and the gate is covered by insects. It was rotted, the gold paint on the Buddha statues fell off, and even the incense burner was used by unconscionable beggars as begging bowls. Buddhas do not become Buddhas, and temples are not like temples. The old monk can only come out cheeky to raise incense money to reshape the Buddha Golden body!"

As he spoke, the great monk burst into tears, his words were sincere, and his eyes were very honest.

Ning Xiaochuan stopped again.

The great monk was overjoyed immediately, and said with tears in his eyes, "Benefactor, are you planning to buy the residual picture?"

Ning Xiaochuan shook his head and said: "I don't care if the incense in the Buddhist gate is prosperous or not. It has nothing to do with me if the Buddha statue loses its gold paint. The incense burner was stolen by a beggar, so you can get it back yourself. Anyway, this one It is absolutely impossible for me to buy the residual picture, but I do have a few questions I want to ask the master."

After hearing this, the great monk immediately rolled his eyes, stuffed the residual picture back into his arms, and said: "First of all, I am a serious monk with the dharma name 'Tangan'. I read Buddhist scriptures under the green bamboo in the temple, and sometimes I like to communicate with the world and myriad things with my own spirit, communicate with the sun, the moon, the gods, talk with the plants, and sing with the flying crows. I usually eat vegetarian food, and I eat a small amount of meat on the first and fifteenth day of the new year. I My personal situation, that’s about it, if there are no other problems, then I will leave first, and I have to find the next person who is predestined.”

Ning Xiaochuan shouted: "Master Tangan, I don't want to ask you about your dharma name and personal hobbies, but I want to ask you a few serious questions. For each question, I am willing to give a hundred profound stones!"

When the monk Tangan heard this, his eyebrows flew up, and he immediately stepped back, put his hands together, bowed to Ning Xiaochuan with a pleasant face, smiled like Maitreya Buddha, and said: "Amitabha! If you have any questions, feel free to ask, the old monk will know everything and talk endlessly."

Ning Xiaochuan's heart was full of sadness. As a monk who became a monk, being greedy for money to such an extent completely refreshed his understanding of monks.

Ning Xiaochuan said: "How far is it from Jiuyue Border?"

Tangan monk said with a smile: "This is located in the north of Jiuyuejiang, which is the north. A dangerous and wild land in Xinjiang is only less than 100,000 miles away from the northern border of Jiuyuejiang's 'Tianshi City'."

Ning Xiaochuan nodded, and asked again: "What's the matter with Burying God Mountain? Are Lei Clan and Xuanqing Temple the martial cultivators of Jiuyue Border?"

"Benefactor, don't worry! This old man answers each question one by one. First, let's talk about the Burial God Mountain."

Monk Tangan said: "The mountain of burial is rumored to be the tomb of Emperor Zijin. Emperor Zijin is a sub-god-level existence. In the whole northern Xinjiang, since ancient times, only a few great supernatural powers have practiced it. Demigod level, becoming a mythical figure, every one million years, there may not necessarily be one."

"Emperor Zijin is a figure with a great legend. In ancient times, he single-handedly unified the entire northern border and established the Zijin Dynasty with a history of 60,000 years."

"It's a pity that after the death of Emperor Zijin, the Zijin Dynasty split within a few generations. After countless years, the descendants of the royal family were completely extinct. Everything about the Zijin Dynasty disappeared in the long river of time and completely became history."

"However, there is a mountain of burial in the world. Legend has it that it is the tomb of Emperor Zijin. Recently, I don't know what happened in this wilderness. The mountain of burial, which had sunk into the ground, rose from the ground again. .”

"After this news spread to Jiuyuejiang, it immediately caused a sensation. All major forces sent experts to look for the Burial God Mountain. They wanted to enter the mountain and look for the sacred treasure left by Emperor Zijin."

"The Lei Clan is a famous family in Jiuyuejiang. There are many masters in the clan, and they have been passed down for nearly three thousand years. Xuanqingguan is a branch of Daomen, and it is also very famous in Jiuyuejiang. Anyway, it is us casual cultivators who provoke it." An amazing existence."

Ning Xiaochuan carefully stared at Tangan's bald head, and said: "There are Buddhist monks in Jiuyuejiang, which is beyond my expectation."

Monk Tan Gan said with a bitter face, "Jiuyuejiang is actually a human civilization managed by Taoism. Taoism is prosperous, but Buddhism is withering. This old man is the envoy sent by Buddha to preach in Jiuyuejiang. It's a pity that the philosophy of Taoism is in the minds of everyone. It has been deeply ingrained, and it can't accommodate Buddhist monks at all. Whenever they are bullied and humiliated by martial arts and Taoist cultivators, they can only swallow their anger. Hey! Donor, it seems that for the sake of the Buddha, otherwise you will buy this residual picture Down?"

"Okay!" Ning Xiaochuan said.

Monk Tangan was overjoyed and said, "Really?"

Ning Xiaochuan nodded and said, "However, I don't have 30,000 profound stones, so I can only produce a hundred profound stones."

Ning Xiaochuan still has some feelings for Buddhist culture. Although he knew that monk Tangan was probably defrauding his black stones, he still decided to spend a hundred black stones to buy the residual picture.

"One hundred profound stones!"

Monk Tangan's face was wrinkled like a bitter melon, and his teeth were gritted. After a long while, he said, "Okay! One hundred black stones is one hundred black stones. Here you are."

Ning Xiaochuan asked Monk Tangan four questions in total, which were 400 profound stones. Adding in the one hundred profound stones purchased for Remnant Map, there are five hundred profound stones in total.

Ning Xiaochuan handed five hundred black stones to monk Tangan, then turned and left, and rushed towards the upper reaches of the ghost river.

Originally, he didn't want that residual picture, but since he bought it with money, he still accepted the residual picture and threw it into the Qiankun cloth bag.

Monk Tangan stared at Ning Xiaochuan's figure gradually going away, finally showing a knowing smile on his chubby face, and said a little madly: "Buddha bless, I finally met a fool today. Five hundred black stones It’s not a small amount, and you can’t save so much even after several years. Answering four questions, you can earn 400 profound stones, and it’s too easy to earn profound stones.”

"What's even more outrageous is that he actually paid a hundred black stones for the picture of the animal skin that I bought for five silver coins from a street stall. Just by changing hands, I made thousands of times. He is such an idiot! Idiot! The real map of the Burial God Mountain, not to mention a hundred profound stones, even a million profound stones will definitely not be able to be bought."

Monk Tangan walked into the forest with a smile, feeling very happy.

Ning Xiaochuan stretched out his movements, and quickly rushed to the upper reaches of the Ghost River, turning into a stream of colorful light.

He was just purely curious about the Burying God Mountain, and never thought about going treasure hunting.

Just kidding, that's the cemetery of a demigod, it's absolutely extremely dangerous, if you don't have a map, if you rush in rashly, you will definitely die without even a scum left.

He was only worried about Yu Ningsheng now, and planned to rush to Heiwu Guiyuan to find her first.