Chapter 528 Stealing Beast

"Who?" Several people focused their eyes on the speechless monk at the same time, staring at him curiously with big eyes.

The speechless monk held the scroll in his hand and looked left and right. The expression of shock on his face was incommeable.

"Do you know the person in the painting?" Zhuge Fuliang looked at him.

The speechless monk nodded solemnly, solemnly spread the scroll in front of him, and said, "If the person in this painting does not come to my expectation, he is the demon monk who was famous in the Honghuang Fairyland."

"Demon Monk!"

"That's him!?"

Several people were immediately suppressed by this sentence and stared at the heroic monk in the scroll incredulously. Although it was only a portrait, the eyes of the person in the painting were extremely horrible, like two bottomless magic abyss, which was fascinating.

The silent monk said, "In those years, I found the ancient cave of the demon monk's retreat and got his inheritance in it. I once saw the same picture scroll there, so I suspected that the person in this picture was the demon monk. I didn't expect to see the same picture scroll here again."

Zhuge Fuliang frowned, stared at the picture scroll and said, "If it's really like what you said, it seems that the demon monk has also practiced here in those years."

"Hm..." The speechless monk nodded slightly.

"Look, the words are written on it. It's just Sanskrit. I can't understand it." The calf witch pointed to the lines above and said.

The speechless monk stared at the lines of fonts, thought for a moment, and said, "What is written on it is..." Give it to your teacher, Yan Tianbei.

"Yan Tianbei?" Zhuge Fuliang said, "Is it the name of the demon monk? Don't you Buddhist disciples all pay attention to the Dharma number?

"I don't know. If it's true, the owner of this skeleton must be the disciple of the demon monk." The speechless monk said that he rolled up the scroll, and then respectfully worshipped the skeleton three times. His current identity is the descendant of the demon monk, and the one in front of him is naturally the generation of the silent monk, although he has passed away for many years.

At this time, Zhuge Fuliang vaguely felt a strange fluctuation under the skeleton. At present, after seeking the consent of the silent monk, Zhuge Fuliang carefully removed the skeleton, and then kicked the soil under the skeleton away.

In the soil layer, a red wooden lotus platform is exposed. The lotus platform is covered with soil and looks a little shabby. However, it can still be seen that the red lotus platform is carved with some complicated Buddhist spells, with a total of twelve wooden lotus petals, and each lotus petal is engraved with the word "Swax".

"It smells so good~~" Xiaoyun said with a deep breath.

The wooden lotus platform exudes a refreshing fragrance, which is the same as the previous skeleton, but it is stronger.

The speechless monk said, "This lotus platform seems to be refined by the ancestral root of the red lotus. It is rumored that there are three kinds of green, white and red lotus in the world. They are all priceless treasures and rare in heaven and earth, and the ancestral root of this kind of lotus is of extraordinary value. It is the best material for refining magic weapons."

There was a trace of excitement on the face of the silent monk. There is no doubt that the lotus platform in front of him is the most precious treasure of Buddhism. He walked to the front of the lotus platform, raised his hand and hit the soil on the lotus platform. Suddenly, he was attracted by the attention of the twelve raised places on the lotus platform, which were similar to the location of the lotus chain. The speechless monk raised his hand and injected a pure Buddha power.

Suddenly, twelve golden lights lit up in the twelve raised places, and then the whole lotus platform floated in mid-air, with pure Buddha power rippling out, and the fragrance in the air was stronger.

"I understand that these twelve raised places are inlaid with the relics of the twelve great saints of the Buddha world." There was a rare ecstasy on the face of the speechless monk.

"Hahaha, speechless brother, now you are developed. This is a rare treasure of the Buddha family." The chat couldn't help showing a touch of joy.

Zhuge Buliang squeaked his lips, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's really worthy of the Holy Land of Buddhism. You can meet the baby by digging any pit~~~"

The speechless monk raised his hand, and the lotus platform swept out a bright glow, which finally turned into the size of a palm and slowly flew to the palm of the speechless monk. The lotus platform is as red as blood, but it vaguely reveals the golden light of the Buddha family.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed by, and the palm-sized lotus platform was suddenly caught by the black shadow and flew out of the temple in an instant.

"I'll wipe it! Robber!" There was a strange cry.

Seeing the Buddha treasure, he was suddenly robbed, and several people couldn't help but be furious. Zhuge Butang raised his hand and slapped him, but the shadow was almost at a high speed, and he fled from the temple.

"How fast!" He stam and loses his voice.

"Chasing!" Zhuge Bu Liang snorted coldly and rushed out of the temple. The speechless monks followed closely by several people who stattering and chatted. Although they didn't take a lot of effort to get this Buddha treasure, they can't watch it be robbed by others.

"That shadow doesn't look like a person." The speechless monk said that although the speed of the shadow was very fast, and even the breath of its approach was not felt at all, it was certain that the size of the shadow was only more than a foot long.

Several people rushed out of the temple and saw that there were more than a dozen practitioners gathered outside the temple, dressed in blue clothes. It seemed that they should be disciples of a fairy sect.

At this moment, a man in blue is dragging the vermilion lotus platform in his hand to play in the palm of his hand. On his shoulder, there is a dark and bright raccoon, jumping around. A pair of cute big eyes flashed at the man in blue, cutting out a bright red tongue and licking the face of the man in blue. Two times.

"Ha ha ha, I'm really lucky. I found a good baby as soon as I came." The man in blue smiled and patted the cute raccoon on his shoulder.

A nun standing next to the man in blue smiled and said, "Brother Feng has this treasure hunter. On this trip to the Holy Land, I'm afraid that all the treasures can't escape the palm of Brother Feng."

"Hehehe, what's wrong? Is Sister Yun jealous? That's all right. How about I send it to my sister when I find something good later? The man in blue laughed.

"Oh, that's what you said." The nun said with a smile.

"Treasure Thief!" The calf witch stood in front of several people with a small waist angrily, pointed to the man in blue and said, "That thing is ours. It's your mouse that doesn't want the mouse cat to be like a cat."

"Wow~~squeak~~"

It seemed to be quite dissatisfied with the words of the calf witch. The little bowl bear jumped up directly on the shoulder of the man in blue and screamed.

"What's your name? You are a treasure thief!" The calf witch shouted angrily.

The nun next to the man in blue looked up and down at the calf witch, lifted the green silk in front of her forehead, glanced at the rosy red lips, and hummed softly, "Where did the wild girl come from? She didn't know so much etiquette and shouted."

"You are the wild girl, show off your coquettish little prodigal hooves~~~" The calf witch was merciless, and one sentence directly made the nun's face turn red with anger.

"Little girl, what are you talking about!?" The nun's eyebrows suddenly fell down.

"Sister Yun, don't panic." The man in blue suddenly shouted softly, patted the raccoon on his shoulder, and then looked at the calf witch. Finally, his eyes were fixed on the pair of eye-catching horns above her head and said, "You are from Niutou Mountain..."

"What's the matter?" The calf witch raised her head.

At this time, Zhuge was not bright, and speechless monks and stattering and others also came out of the temple.

The nun sneered and said, "I said, how dare you wild girl be so rude? It turns out that there is still a helper."

The chat stood up and shouted, "Gre back our things."

The man in blue smiled and said, "Your stuff? Which one is yours?"

"Isn't this nonsense? Of course, it's the thing in your hand. The words are indignant.

The man in blue played with the vermilion lotus in his hand and smiled, "What can prove that it is yours? Since it is in the hands of my Xiaoyao Sect, it is naturally my thing of Xiaoyao Sect."