"This filth is disgusting to keep, burn it!"

Qingfeng Li sent three men and horses to pick up the body of Maitreya Messenger.

Then, he pulled Zhong Sheng aside and whispered.

Zhong Sheng curiously studied a few things. Thousand-year-old agarwood is as heavy as fine steel and makes a clanging sound when knocked on it. What's even more peculiar is that it always emits a vague orchid musk scent.

Even if you don’t know the goods, if you weigh the items in the palm of your hand, you will know at a glance that they are good ones.

"Ordinary agarwood, its fragrance will dry up after ten years."

"Thousand-year-old agarwood is the best. It has been stored underground for thousands of years and has been processed using the secret method of the incense altar. Its fragrance can last for thousands of years."

Li Qingfeng pointed at Zhong Sheng's waist, "All the literati in the world regard thousand-year-old agarwood as their heirloom. Those top aristocratic families may not be able to collect even one or two and a half. You have made a lot of money this time."

Taoist priests and monks also burn precious incense when holding ceremonies, so they know the value of thousand-year-old agarwood best.

One or two thousand years of agarwood is dozens or even a hundred times more valuable than the same amount of gold.

Zhong Sheng subconsciously squeezed it tightly, and heard a snapping sound, and the Buddha statue was crushed.

Probably a baby, right?

"I know that You Xiaofang is very strict about things. He will destroy the bamboo marrow first."

"It's hard to be hurt by strength."

Zhong Sheng thought it was such a troublesome thing, so he simply said generously, "Why don't I give it all to you!"

The people in the eight altars are jealous, and we dare to provoke them, so we look at the seven Zhongsheng people.

"A speck of dust is stained, and naturally it is touched by fire, and burning is motion."

You burned it with fierce fire, and all other parts of the body were burned away, but the Buddha statue remained untouched at all."

Boom!

At the front are two pieces of gold foil paper, which are the Yellow Turban Hercules Talisman of the Eight Gong Tan.

Evil Buddha, really an evil Buddha, bad for a white Maitreya.

"There are not hundreds of kinds of people in the world. There are many who are extremely vicious, but there are few who are as snobbish as the leaders of the Eight Altars."

Lord Gongtan looked in the direction of Chang'an and knew that the Taoist sects were sharpening their knives and were about to attack Buddhism.

"This is a powerful thing. If your Xiangtan Town can live in it, please ask seven of you to think of a solution."

"There is also bamboo pith, which can be used to make tea, make medicine, make elixirs, and beautify the skin. It has miraculous effects. Don't waste it."

The Buddha statue, which is as small as the palm of your hand, is indeed the Maitreya Messenger with his skull inlaid in it.

When we got closer, we saw the body of Messenger Maitreya, which was like it was burned into a pile of ashes.

The Buddha statue is moving.

Zhong Sheng estimated that at first glance, the container was more valuable, right?

Today, Maitreya Messenger has been burned to ashes, leaving only a white Buddha statue.

The surface of the white Buddha statue seems to be coated with a protective film, and the fragrance is close and touching, always separated by a distance.

The flames fell to the ground and covered the white Buddha statue, making a sizzling sound.

Okay, but I listened and retreated.

After a brief silence, Cong Jinyu spoke again. Qianqianwannu

Ke Yiru took a look and found that the inflammation burned away the moisture and dust in the air. There was no damage to the Buddha statue at all.

The ash pile was hit by the fist wind and immediately compressed into a thin gray rock layer, clinging to the ground.

The seven people were thinking about their own things when they suddenly heard something happening at the Eight altars. They looked back and saw a straight column of smoke rising into the sky.

Then he punched out with all his strength, hitting the Buddha statue in the ashes.

"You have identified his friend."

When everyone waited until the flames burned out, revealing the motionless white Buddha statue, they all sighed.

Zhong Sheng had just killed the Maitreya messenger and had exhausted his murderous energy, so he decided to do a favor that would go along with the flow.

Crushed!

"If you collect bad, if you collect bad, your wealth will be revealed."

"Now that Maitreya Messenger is dead, Princess Jialuo's small army has been destroyed, and the conspiracy of the Yin Bing Ancient Path has come to an end."

The soil was shaken to pieces, and the debris was scattered, but it could not be seen as muddy, and it did not touch the white Buddha statue at all.

"You try."

"That is the treasure with the least value."

Qingfeng Li walked closer and took a deep breath. His skin shone with golden light, and in the blink of an eye his entire arm seemed to be painted with gold paint.

"Hoo!"

I couldn't help but think of Monk Min, what happened to that Meng Gourd now?

I tried my best to persuade him, but when I looked back, Zhong Sheng was thinking about crushing the Maitreya messenger to ashes, and he didn't seem to be interested at all.

"For example, if he is willing, the altar owner will give him a thousand acres of fertile land and ten thousand taels of gold in place of that bucket of bamboo marrow. I will get what I asked for."

"The Eight Altars have not yet been signed together to obtain the Dharma Lotus. Now he has traveled all over the sky. Wherever there are no Eight Altars, all the manpower and financial resources are at his disposal."

Cong Jin thought to himself, you also want fertile land and gold.

Crushed? "Not yet. If he meets a wicked person like Maitreya Messenger, he will kill him."

I didn't expect it, but the public forum owner was so moved.

After Zhong Sheng stepped down, he kicked out a small ball of dirt and hit it hard under the Buddha statue.

"Taoist magical powers are so powerful that there may be no way to suppress that Buddha statue."

However, among the piles of ashes mixed with firewood and ashes, a broken object lay quietly.

Could it be that the white Buddha statue has nothing to do with it, or does it contain the power of the white Maitreya?

The inflammation in my mouth is the same as ordinary fire. The core temperature is thousands of degrees, and it melts common metals on the words.

"Every dust is stain."

Zhong Sheng mobilized the warm current of Yang Pian, took a few breaths, and brewed a breath of wind and fire.

"Taoist Master, Mr. Lang, is there nothing strange?"

In full view of everyone, I lifted the white Buddha statue up. Did you imagine that the huge weight was not just a slight pressure on my hand?

"Is it stained or stained? Is it meant to be picked up or picked up?"

"Ah, Taoist Li, what did he just say?"

Zhong Sheng still remembered that when the old man Li Qingfeng was given two talismans, he had an expression on his face as if he was mourning for his concubine.

But Zhong Sheng thought it was useless. What would a grown man do if he wanted to be so fragrant?

"Zhong Langjun, he wants to kill us because of your face. It's hard for him."

Forty-four percent of the strength under the fist was concentrated and blasted under the white Buddha statue.

"Mr. Zhong, put it on slowly."

The altar leader frowned, thinking about which junior in the sect to ask for help.

It turns out that the Maitreya envoy slaughtered tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians at Hangu Pass and invited Bai Maitreya to surrender.

Gongtanzhu loved to stuff the two talismans into Zhong Sheng's chest and patted them for a few times before giving up.

The owner of the public altar said loudly to Cong Jin, "Don't touch it. Have you forgotten the tragedy at Hangu Pass?"

"It is an unusual white jade gem. It was burned by the fire and was completely damaged. There is no air conditioning at all."

"Killing him is a complete killing. It is the right way to surrender and shock him so that he dares to have other thoughts and use them for his own purposes."

A pure white jade bucket contains light blue paste, which is the bamboo marrow sent from Wuxin altar.

When the Master of the Forum was discouraged, he shook his head with a smile. His innocent heart has changed over time, and that is the true character of Mr. Zhong Lang.

The owner of the incense altar raised his hand, and wisps of incense flew away, wrapping around the Buddha statue for seven weeks.

Qingfeng Li waved his hand, "You don't know how precious this bucket of bamboo marrow is, right?"

The owner of the public forum was so shocked that his hair stood up.

Li Qingfeng withdrew his fist and flicked the dust, "It's an old man boasting that your punch can blow up mountains and open mines. But if you hit it under the Buddha statue, it has no effect at all. You are really evil."

"If you want to use it today, come back and ask for it from him."

A bloody storm that carves up Buddhism is about to begin.
Chapter completed!