The main hall of the temple is solemn and solemn. There is a huge Buddha statue. There is a huge incense burner in front of the Buddha. Those who participated in the exchange meeting each burned three sticks of incense.

The incense was sandalwood, but the smell was stronger. After Xiao Xingyun smelled it, he felt a little dizzy.

Each person has three sticks of incense. A total of twenty people are offering incense. How many sticks of incense are there in total?

Sixty!

The fragrance was ethereal, following the breeze at the door, and blew into the exchange center behind the hall.

There are rows of futons placed there, which are usually used by believers when chanting sutras. Today, twenty exchange staff from Mengmengshi are sitting, listening to Master Pushan and Heshan preaching sutras in front.

The strange fragrance became stronger and stronger, and Xiao Xingyun found that the people around him were already drowsy and their expressions were dull.

Although he smelled something wrong with the sandalwood, he did not appear drowsy. Maybe he had received the inheritance of the three eyes and his spiritual will had already surpassed that of ordinary people.

However, Xiao Xingyun must pretend to be like everyone else, so that he can know the true purpose of Pu Shan and Shan and the group leaders.

"Amitabha, I have chanted sutras and prayed for all the donors to eliminate the disasters on your body. You can safely and boldly tell the contents of your dreams, and you will not be tortured by evil spirits again."

At this time, the old monk's voice seemed to be very seductive. When they heard his voice, everyone couldn't help but want to tell him everything that happened in the dream.

"Don't be anxious, come one by one, starting with the donor on the far left in the first row."

Monk Pushan pointed at one of the men and said gently.

The leader of the antique group, Qingdeng Gufo, was also in a daze. He was startled and quickly took out a small iron box from his pocket, which contained pungent ointment.

He applied ointment to his nostrils and took a few deep breaths to shake off his drowsy state.

When he looked up, he seemed to see a weird smile. He was startled and looked carefully into the crowd, but he couldn't find the weird smile.

"Have I done too many bad things and am hallucinating? I've already applied the antidote to the incense, so I shouldn't be affected by it, right? Really, the smell of the incense is too strong, isn't it? I ordered too much

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The leader of the group, Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, murmured in his heart and called an assistant to start doing business.

At this moment, the man on the left side of the first row was drowsily recounting the content of his dream: "Actually, I really can't remember it clearly. I just vaguely remember that in the dream, I seemed to have three eyes, and I was blinking all day long.

There are so many beauties around me when I fight, and it’s so satisfying to meet all my requirements. Whatever I want them to do, they have to do it..."

While speaking, he also showed off his "dream stone", which he set into a pendant and wore around his neck.

The leader of the group, Qing Deng, took his assistant and walked up to the man. The man was still talking about his dream.

"You continue, I will help you take a look at this Jade Dream Stone to see if it is contaminated."

The leader of the group, Qing Deng, said this and took off the man's pendant. The man was still talking about the dream in a confused manner.

With the help of his assistant, Qing Deng, the leader of the group, quickly took out the inlaid pendant using the professional tools around him, and used a piece of high-imitation material that had been prepared long ago to re-inlay it for him.

It only took a total of ten seconds to complete the exchange of the civet cat for the prince.

After replacing the first one, the group leader Qing Deng went to the second person, asked him to take out the Jade Dream Stone, and used the same technique to replace him with a similar high imitation.

Some people do inlays, some people do weaving, some people do nothing and just put them in their pockets... People who put them in their pockets are the easiest to replace with fakes.

There were only twenty people participating in the exchange. Xiao Xingyun sat in the last row, and it was his turn soon.

"Tsk, what bothers me most about this kind of rope-weaving craft is that if it is completely cut, there is no way to find the same rope to restore. If there is a similar rope to repair, and he wakes up, it will be easy to find that the jewelry has been tampered with by us."

The leader of the group, Qing Deng, grumbled to his assistant.

"Boss, first take off the thing in his hand, and then replace this one. I should be able to find a similar rope," the assistant said.

"Okay, there are still a few people left, let's hurry up." Qing Deng, the leader of the group, said, untying the braided rope on Xiao Xingyun's hand.

The person sitting next to him was Li Hu. His ring was a little tight, so he took it off after pouring a little oil on it.

Using special needle-nose pliers, it was easy to remove the dream stone inlaid on the ring. However, one of the teeth was slightly deformed due to excessive force.

"Be careful. If the traces are too obvious, the other party will notice it." Qing Deng, the group leader, frowned.

"Even if they know, so what, there is no evidence. These magical dream stones can't be identified even if they are taken to the police station for identification." Although the assistant said this, he did not stop working hard to repair the ring's Cato.

tooth.

The two of them worked hard and finally took out all the dream stones in everyone's hands and replaced them.

The fastest operation only took more than ten seconds, and the slow operation took two or three minutes.

But when it comes to rope braiding techniques, it becomes more complicated. Like Xiao Xingyun's rope braiding technique, they couldn't find similar ropes and never dared to cut them.

At this time, the old monk Pushan had already asked the tenth communicator to tell his dream.

This is a good-looking middle-aged woman. Although she is wearing sunglasses and a hat, her facial features and figure can still be roughly discerned.

"My dreams are a bit strange. They are different from others in the group. Only on rare occasions do I turn into a superior god. Most of the time, I turn into a slave enslaved by him and tormented by him every day.

, I can’t sleep at night...”ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Xiao Xingyun has secretly planted the seeds of thoughts in the bodies of the group leader Qing Deng and his assistants, and is about to activate them to make them fall into a daze.

After hearing this woman's dream narration, I became curious and wanted to know why she changed roles in the dream.

"...At first, I couldn't accept it and wanted to sell this dream stone. However, every night, as if I was addicted, I always wore it to sleep again.

I felt like I was in a daze. Apart from sleeping and dreaming, I had no interest in anything else! Although I can't remember exactly what happened in the dream, these fragments have made me addicted."

Xiao Xingyun secretly exclaimed, "Good guy, you are still addicted to dreaming?"

The old monk heard some breathing disorder, coughed, interrupted her sharing, and said: "Okay, I understand, next one."

The woman was still unfinished and seemed to want to say something else.

Lao Heshan turned his head and said to the group leader Qing Deng: "Are you two okay? It's almost time to mix incense. I'm afraid they will wake up at any time."

"Okay, all that's missing is the last braided rope bracelet. I've already cut a main thread and can pull it out to take out the Dream Stone." One of them replied.

"Well, hurry up!" the old monk urged dissatisfiedly, turned his head, and wanted to continue to stabilize these people.
Chapter completed!