Among the old objects, there was a string of dark Buddhist beads with a layer of natural patina on it, not a fake slurry. What surprised Xuan Qi was that the string of Buddhist beads not only contained antique spiritual energy, but also a trace of spiritual power belonging to magical instruments. This surprised Xuan Qi very much. Could it be that this was a rosary that a living Buddha once used?

"Can you get started?" Xuan Qi pointed at the rosary in the glass counter and turned around to ask the boss.

The boss with a fat face looked Xuan Qi up and down first, and then said, "Do you want to buy it? This string of Buddhist beads is precious. Don't touch it after 660,000 yuan."

With this kind of business method, it will cause annoying as soon as it is exported. It would be strange if the business can be good. Xuan Qi suppressed his dislike. Looking at the price tag, he actually paid a high price of 660,000 yuan. The less business the higher the price, the higher the price. It has a stance of slaughtering one knife.

Xuan Qi really couldn't show too urgently. If he wanted to buy it too much, maybe he would even raise the price and even make a mistake of not selling it. So Xuan Qi was surprised and said, "Sixty-six thousand? Did you make an extra zero?

He is 1.8 meters tall, like a bandit than a shop owner who looks like the boss. He waved his hand impatiently: "Buy it if you don't buy it, don't say so much nonsense. If you want to see it, give it home and take it home for a good look." As he said that, he took out the string of Buddhist beads and placed it on the counter.

"I'm sorry," Xuan Qi pretended to be surprised and said, "Do you think I can't afford it?" As he said, his face looked straight: "Isn't it just sixty-sixty thousand I bought it?" Xuan Qi showed a fearless and generous wealth, and took out the bank card from his pocket. "Do you think you are swiping the card or transferring the money."

"Swipe the card directly" finally encountered such a wealthy person, so the boss naturally would not let him go. He smiled at Xuan Qi and took a P from the side

Xuan Qi did not delay and transferred the machine to 660,000 yuan. After waiting for the two brothers to arrive, Xuan Qi reached out to pick up the string of Buddhist beads from the counter and held them in his hand.

People who practice practice have a sharper understanding of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth than others. When Xuan Qi holds this string of Buddhist beads, he feels a peaceful compassion spreading from his fingers to his whole body, allowing Xuan Qi to feel a different kind of peacefulness.

The true energy on the body couldn't help but spread out and poured into the Buddhist beads, which actually attracted the Zen singing of the Void. The six-character mantra: Quemani, the smell of shaking in the void. The boss, who was originally full of flesh on his face, sat upright on the ground with compassion, and after a while, he came to his senses, and the light in his eyes flashed.

The second brother whispered to the eldest brother: "Brother seems we sold a treasure."

The boss also pointed his head and rushed out directly. There were so many pedestrians coming and going, and there were no traces of Xuan Qi. Although he missed the treasure, he earned more than 600,000 yuan, the sing of Zen in the void still made the young man feel extremely regretful.

Xuan Qi twisted the Buddhist beads, and while walking forward, he felt the vastness of Buddhism. Back on the car, Xuan Qi looked at the rosary one by one, and after some checking, he really saw some clues. There was a line of small characters on the rosary. As for what it was written on it, it was too old to see it.

The old man whispered: "This string of rosary is not a Tantric object, but a magic weapon that other religious living Buddhas carry. It should be an old object from two hundred years ago." The old man said, and his voice was slightly deeper: "It seems to have something to do with the wheel of life and death."

Xuan Qi was still calm, narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned against the chair, whispering: "It seems that he has a pair of big hands, controlling me. I don't know if there is any intention of the Heavenly Dao. Although it is smooth sailing, I feel inexplicably frightened, as if there is an inexplicable danger, waiting for me in front of me."

"It is a good thing that you can keep this alert." The old man said to Xuan Qi after being happy: "Crisis is an opportunity in danger. You must not only see this danger, but also see this opportunity. Since Tiandao is going to take action against you, I don't believe you will sit and wait for death?"

Xuan Qi smiled on the corner of his mouth and wrapped the rosary around his wrist: "Since there is an opportunity in danger, I have to fight with Tiandao well. I want to see if it is Tiandao or my life is hard."

For a moment, Xuan Qi started the car, looked at the pilgrims on the roadside, the ice and snow on the distant mountains, and the white clouds in the sky, and the big smile appeared on the corner of Xuan Qi's mouth, confident and ostentatious.

When facing the same thing, the most important thing is to have different moods. For the same thing, there is a day of frowning and frowning. There is a way to live happily. There is no need for people to find so much burden for themselves, just be happy.

The car passed through the street and finally stopped in a dilapidated temple. When the others watched the temple, they could only see vicissitudes, destruction, and incense. However, Xuan Qi saw that it was heavy, faith, and the power of incense and faith floating in the air. This was the right place for practice. No wonder it was the mountain gate of Tantric Buddhism, not those places where Taoism practiced but actually made money.

Xuan Qi parked the car aside and walked towards the temple gate with Baimao. Behind the broken temple gate was a very energetic little shaman. Seeing Xuan Qi walking inward on the steps, he immediately folded his hands and bowed to Xuan Qi: "Sir, we are not open to the public..." As soon as he said halfway, he looked at the snow mastiff behind Xuan Qi. The little shaman stood up and blinked, and then bowed to Baimao.

Xuan Qi never dreamed that in the place closest to the sky, there would be a day when he would take Baimao's face to save face. He continued to walk into the temple with Baimao, and the small and dilapidated temple was fully equipped.

The excited little Sha Mass started to find the master. In a short time, he walked out of the back hall. He was very old, about sixty or seventy years old, but his spirit was very strong, his eyes were bright, and he burst out half a foot long divine light.

When the old monk saw the white mastiff, he saluted the white mastiff first, then looked at Xuan Qi and asked, "I don't know if the distinguished guest came to the door and had any mistakes. Please forgive me." After the politeness, he immediately turned to the topic: "The master came from afar, don't know what the matter is?"

When Xuan Qi heard the old monk say this, he thought the old monk had supernatural powers. He looked him up and down with Qi technique and found that he was an ordinary monk. When he looked at his clothes, Xuan Qi suddenly realized for a moment. When he went from the capital to the mountain city, Xuan Qi casually wore a sweater, then flew to the Tibetan area and put on a coat. Xuan Qi, who had been invincible for a long time, took off his coat casually. He also exposed his identity.

Xuan Qi bowed to the old monk and said, "I want to see the most knowledgeable person here, and some unrecognizable scriptures will be taught to him." Xuan Qi also wrote a line of Sanskrit on the sand with his hands.

"This?..." The old monk turned around the line three times, but he didn't recognize a single word. After a while, he said, "Since that's the case, I will introduce my uncle to the donor." After saying that, he looked at the snow mastiff with deep meaning. This divine dog was a bit too agile.

Xuan Qi followed the old monk inward. Unexpectedly, looking outside at the ruined temple, there was a unique world inside. In the spacious courtyard, an old monk was basking in the sun. He was very old, with old spots on his face, his teeth seemed to be gone, his mouth was flat, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he enjoyed it.

"Uncle Master is taking a nap, please wait for a while." The old monk said, then closed his mouth and sat cross-legged silently on the side.

Xuan Qi smiled with a smile on his lips. Isn’t it just a test of his patience? For monks, when they close their eyes and open them, a thousand years passed, so Xuan Qi also sat cross-legged on the ground, with white hair guarding the side, and three people and one dog in the yard sat in the sun.

Before he knew it, the old man sitting on the chair made a short cry, and the old monk narrowed his eyes and secretly observed Xuan Qi. The white hair was lying comfortably on the ground, basking in the sun. Xuan Qi's eyes were closed, and he was solemn and solemn, and I forgot about everything.

About half an hour later, a trace of light flashed in the closed eyes of the old man who was crying. He looked at Xuan Qi sitting cross-legged, and then looked at the snow-white Tibetan mastiff. The old man waved to the old monk. The old monk, who had been uneasy, immediately bowed to the old man and then retreated out of the courtyard.

The old man took a deep breath again, and after three consecutive breaths, he realized that the sweet smell in the air was spiritual. This made a smile appear on the corner of the old man's mouth and he coughed a few times.

Xuan Qi opened his eyes and saw a pair of eyes, a pair of innocent and flawless eyes that were as black and white as a child, and these eyes grew on a face full of wrinkles and vicissitudes.

The old man was surprised in Xuan Qi's ear and said, "This old man has such a strong cultivation level, and he has reached the state of returning to the truth and rotting with the plants and trees."

"Ah?" Xuan Qi was speechless: "What's the point of praise for this realm? It's completely meaningless to rot with plants and trees."

"The years of plants and trees have rebirths and flourishings have been born in the middle of rebirth. Do you think it is amazing?" The old man was surprised when he saw Xuan Qi, and couldn't help but say into the Pure Land: "This old guy can be reborn with memory, which is equal to immortality."

"Reincarnated Spiritual Child" Xuan Qi then realized the horror of the same realm as the same as the same decay with plants and trees, in other words, it was the same as the same realm as the same as the same decay. The realm of immortality and immortality is speechless and trembling.

"What's your name?" The old man said in a stingy voice: "You can call me Banzaji." As he said that, he looked Xuan Qi with his faint eyes and said: "I feel like you are a monk."

From a smart person, you don’t need to beat around the bush, let alone an old monster who doesn’t know how many generations he has been reborn. So Xuan Qi said openly: “I am also a monk, but my realm is not high. This time I came to my door to borrow the scriptures from the Sutra Pavilion to relieve my doubts.” Xuan Qi said, and drew an ancient Sanskrit text on the ground with his fingers.

Banzaji's eyes, which were already shining, are now even brighter.
Chapter completed!