The young man is playing with this purple clay teapot.

The purple clay teapot in his hand is extraordinary. It is one of the most expensive purple clay teapots in the world.

Its founder is Gong Gongchun. He used the clay deposited at the bottom of the vat by monks in the temple to wash their hands. He made a pot in the shape of the galls of the big ginkgo tree next to Jinsha Temple, which is also the shape of the tree galls, and engraved the galls on it.

pattern on it.

Its shape is simple, sophisticated, elegant and natural, and is highly sought after by literati.

This pot is extremely rare in existence, and it is hard to find a pot worth a thousand gold.

"These masters have really good taste! I have never seen a few purple clay teapots like this, so why not give them to me?!"

What does it mean to be unscrupulous!?

This is unscrupulous!

He broke into the leadership meeting of Dajue Temple late at night, found a place to sit down, and even wanted to grab a purple clay pot worth thousands of gold.

This is too much!

Cijing and Ci'an also felt the same way. This person broke into Dajue Temple late at night and dared to be so unscrupulous. He must have someone to rely on.

"Amitabha, Mr. Wei came to visit late at night, what's the reason?!"

Cijing had met him in a restaurant, but at that time there was an old servant from the Dongxuan Realm beside Mr. Wei.

Cijing was completely unaware that Mr. Wei had such a level of martial arts.

"Originally, I wanted to ask some masters for something, but now I have changed my mind!"

Mr. Wei's words stunned the three monks Cijing.

"Then what's the purpose of Mr. Wei's visit now?!"

Mr. Wei poured himself a cup of tea, took a sniff and said, "The tea is good!"

After finishing the drink, Mr. Wei said lazily, "Now, now I want to ask the three masters for two things!"

When the three monks heard this, they subconsciously looked at the purple clay pot in Mr. Wei's hand.

Master Ci Yuan, the owner of the purple clay pot, said that he hates customers who have no sense of boundaries the most!

There was a moment of silence in the Zen room, and the atmosphere was very awkward for a time.

Master Ci'an coughed lightly and then said, "Then you don't know what the other thing is?!"

Mr. Wei put down the tea cup in his hand and said, "A book."

The three monks were stunned again, book?!

There must be a lot of books in Dajue Temple. The most abundant ones in Dajue Temple are Buddhist scriptures, among which there are many unique and ancient books. This young man is quite discerning.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that the young master is also a person who is destined to be a Buddha. There are tens of thousands of Buddhist scriptures in my Dajue Temple. I wonder which one the young master wants?"

Mr. Wei looked at the three generous monks and slowly uttered four words from his mouth.

"Blood River Mantra!"

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"Lao Yang, Lao Yang! Are you okay?"

"Huo Cha!" Zhang Zhiwei looked at Yang Qingyuan, who was drowned by the thunder in the sky, and was a little panicked!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Crazy thunder shook the earth and thundered for nine days.

After the thunder light dissipated, Yang Qingyuan looked a little embarrassed, but it was not bad. At the moment when the thunder was drawn down, the innate invisible sword energy surrounded his body, protecting himself and preventing him from being severely injured by the violent power of the thunder.

The violent thunder power has been weakened layer by layer by the innate invisible sword energy and the innate true essence.

The moment the thunder entered his body, Yang Qingyuan felt the power of thunder.

"puff!"

At the same time, Yang Qingyuan sprayed a mouthful of blood on the ground.

The blood was originally golden, but later turned into red and black.

"Lao Yang!!"

Zhang Zhiwei immediately became anxious when he saw Yang Qingyuan's performance and the blood he spat out.

Yang Qingyuan's heart warmed when he saw this, but he still smiled calmly and waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, it's just a thunder..."

"Huo Cha!"

"Huo Cha!"

"Huo Cha!"

Before Yang Qingyuan could finish filling the cup, three thunderbolts fell one after another, giving him no chance to continue speaking.

Yang Qingyuan was once again submerged in the lightning.

"Lao Yang!! Are you okay? You won't throw yourself into the street! Lao Yang!!"

After three breaths, the lightning dissipated again, revealing Yang Qingyuan.

However, Yang Qingyuan's appearance is still something Zhang Zhiwei will never forget.

Yang Qingyuan, who was originally as handsome as jade and a handsome young man, now has a dark face and spiky hair. He looks like he has just stepped out of a coal mine.

"Lao Yang!"

Yang Qingyuan waved his hand, "It's okay!"

Along with Yang Qingyuan's words, a puff of black smoke came out of Yang Qingyuan's mouth.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

"How is it?! Have you gained anything?!" Zhang Zhiwei continued to ask after seeing this.

Yang Qingyuan said, "There is a slight gain, but it is not enough!"

Although Yang Qingyuan looked embarrassed at the moment, his magnanimity was still there. Yang Qingyuan, who had been sitting cross-legged, slowly stood up and held the iron rod beside him.
Chapter completed!