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Chapter 564

The foundation-building monk walked forward a few steps, and saw that the grimace seemed to be still indifferent, so he was about to go forward and open the jade box, but was pulled by the Fusion monk.

"Let's stay! How can you seek death if you are so reckless?"

The foundation-building monk realized that he was not really going to open the jade box right now. No matter how reckless he was, he knew who had the big fist of foundation-building and fusion. This benefit was of course, only by the big fist of the fist first and take it first. His current behavior was just a kind of childishness that was deliberately shown, and the reason would be revealed later.

The Fusion Cultivator glanced at the junior brother with dissatisfaction. If this junior brother hadn't been proficient in the civil engineering mechanism, how could he have brought him to visit the treasure? The treasure that he had lost would have been divided into two parts. Now he is so reckless. If something was wrong in the jade box, wouldn't it be unfair to drag him down?

Whether the junior brother dies or not has nothing to do with him. He is still trying to take it alone, but what he is not sure about is that if he really makes a big trouble, he will follow him.

"It's almost impossible to place such an obvious treasure box. I'm so impatient. I don't know how many times you can use these mechanisms?"

"What my senior brother is saying is, I'm a little excited and dry." The foundation-building monk said angrily. The senior brother's words are a bit thorny now, and it is really a tight reality. This helped him break the passage of the mechanism and began to get impatient and look at him upset?

The fusion monk also knew that now was not the time for disputes, and even the treasure hair started to fight internally before they even saw one. It would make people laugh at it if it was spread. So he came to the table carefully and took a closer look at the tablet.

The tablet is neither gold nor stone nor wood, and I don’t know what it came out. The inspiration is introverted and it looks like a good thing. I suppressed the urge to put it in my pocket. The two of them carefully identified the handwriting.

"Yu Yanfu was engraved in the early years of Gengzi. When he was young, he learned Taoism and visited the East China Sea... If someone later came to my residence, he would put a jade box on the table and give it to me, Yan family, and the sky would prove it... If it were my Yan family members, if you kowtow, you would be difficult to practice and have a way out, it would be better to pass on poetry and books for a long time. Only by being indifferent to fame and fortune, can you last for a long time. Remember, remember!'

The two monks looked at each other, and they had a sympathy. They bowed and kowtowed in front of the tablet, and kowtowed with great force. This is an old routine in ancient tradition. On one hand, there is a jade box that is within reach, and on the other hand, there is a scene where the tribe members are asking them to leave after they bow to their heads. Which one should they choose? It goes without saying that of course they have to kowtow. The deceased are respected and you are more rude and considerate, how can you get a real treasure? The two of them still understand this trick very well.

One person kowtowed three heads, and there was no movement of fart. There was no dark hole at the kowtow, and there was no sound of organ sliding around the wall.

Could it be that it was a waste of time? Or did this guy care about the Xu Li after death? The two of them stared at each other, and the foundation-building monk said first:

"Senior brother, can we wait for less? It is said that in ancient times, nine people were going to knock on him?"

The Fusion monk cursed in his heart, "Which eye did you see that the Yanhai Tower is an ancient building? It is obviously a modern building, but it is necessary to perform ancient rituals. Could it be to denounce them?"

So the two of them tried hard to knock nine of them, which was really strong. Fortunately, the monk had a strong bones and thick flesh. If he wanted to knock like this, he would have to have a concussion.

After knocking his head, there was still no movement. The foundation-building monk couldn't hold his breath, but the fusion monk waved his hand and said:

"Take a moment, maybe the senior didn't expect that we would have two people to explore the cave together. We kowtowed our heads separately, but we were a little off and the location was wrong? In this way, at the opposite position, we would knock nine more, and you will come first!"

The foundation-building monk was reluctant and had no choice but to stand in the center and bow to him respectfully nine times. The conflict in his heart was the best if there was any movement, but it saved the senior brother nine times in vain.

The facts made him both disappointed and at ease, but he still had no reaction. At least, the senior brother's nine heads could not escape.

The fusion monk walked to the same position, and he didn't want to knock. He just said casually before, but he didn't expect that junior brother was stupid. He didn't know how to break his promise after he really knocked. He had already knocked twelve of them on both sides, and these nine were not missing. He looked at the face that was still wandering in the air, and turned over and knocked.

This ancient routine really tortures people. Even though I know that the possibility is not high, this level is still indispensable. Fortunately, no one else saw it, otherwise it would not be passed on as a joke among the sect?

Miracles often happen in disheartening. Just when the ninth head of the fusion monk was about to knock, the stone slab at the kowtow exploded with a 'bang', and a small ring with a strange shape appeared in front of the two of them.

It’s really a reward for the way of heaven. Two Yuqing monks happily opened the ring. The three magic weapons dropped out. All of them were the best-quality magic weapons. The most rare thing is that the shape, specifications and uses were different from those made by Yuqing, and even completely different from the popular styles in the Qingkong world. When you start, you can feel the surging power contained in it!

It's worth it! Although there is nothing else in the ring, these three magic weapons alone have already exceeded everything they have given!

But how to divide the three magic weapons?

Both of them avoided this question that was uneasy even if they thought about it. The foundation-building monk said softly:

"Senior brother, should we restrain the remains of the immortal master?"

The fusion monk held on to the verb and was tempting in his mind. How could he take everything alone? Hearing his junior brother's advice, he nodded quickly and said:

"Of course, of course, we must be solemnly restrained..."

The two of them were tacitly aware of the fact that the immortal master was so clichéd, would he have any surprises after restraining the corpse? But they didn't notice the shape of the corpse, which seemed to be different from that of humans?

So the two of them solemnly moved away from the bed, and spent a lot of effort to dig out a regular stone pit on the hard foundation stone slab. They took out white silk and silk cloth carefully and wrapped it carefully. The foundation-building monks were careful and even took out a few pieces of precious incense from their own rings and stuffed them into the silk cloth. This thing can prevent ordinary insects and pigs from biting, and it is a real top-notch product.

The two of them looked like they treated their ancestors. Li Ji almost laughed out loud in the dark, but he finally did not forget his ancestral identity. After the two monks finished the landfill, they carefully moved back to the bed. After their spiritual sense was stimulated, the stone slab buried in the corner of the wall exploded again.

"Senior methods are really hard to predict!" The two Yuqing cultivators could not figure out the connection between them no matter what. They tried their best to restrain the corpse. How could this treasure be opened automatically? Could it be that the ghost face was conscious?
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