"He said these three talismans can save our lives. Is there anything wrong with it?" Yang Xinyi asked strangely.

"Where is that old monk?"

"I'll take you there."

Yang Xinyi took Ye Xiong and walked towards the hall and came to a stall selling talismans.

"Is it him?"

Ye Xiong asked, pointing at a young monk sitting on it now.

"Hey, why did you suddenly disappear?" Yang Xinyi looked around strangely, but didn't notice it. Then she walked to the young monk and asked, "Where is this little master, where is the master who sold talismans here just now?"

"There is no master? I have always been selling talismans." The little monk replied.

"I just saw a monk here, and I bought him three talismans, one hundred thousand yuan a day," Yang Xinyi continued.

"This female donor, our Longyin Temple is a famous temple, and there is a talisman of 100,000 yuan per talisman. When this is reported, our temple is still used to mess around. I have been sprayed to death." The little monk thought Yang Xinyi was deliberately looking for trouble and waved his hand: "Go away, don't disturb me selling talismans."

"I just saw an old monk here, and he said that Fu is of fifth grade..."

"I'm still five levels, all living beings are equal, and our temple is not a financial aid institution."

Yang Xinyi wanted to say something else. Ye Xiong grabbed her and asked in front of her, "Mr. Little Master, have you been here just now? Have you ever left?"

"I just went to the bathroom." The little monk replied.

The two of them understood. Obviously, just when Yang Xinyi came to buy talismans, a liar took the little monk to go to the bathroom and sat here to deceive her.

Seeing that Yang Xinyi looked unhappy, Ye Xiong quickly pulled her away, fearing that he would get angry.

"Wife, don't be angry, we are not at a loss." Ye Xiong said with a smile.

"I said I didn't suffer any loss. I wasted 300,000 yuan, so I wasted. Can I get angry?" Even though Yang Xinyi didn't take the money into her eyes, she couldn't swallow her breath. "I don't think it's okay to lose this money to the temple, but I can't swallow this breath in that guy's pocket."

These three golden talismans will automatically defend when the body encounters an attack, so there is nothing wrong with the statement that it can save a life.

People who understand the value of these three talismans, let alone 300,000, 3 million, or 30 million, will be offered.

Since this old monk can make Vajra Talisman, he is definitely not an ordinary person. He is very likely to have reached the fifth level of Qi refining like himself. In this case, he will definitely understand the situation of the righteous energy fruit.

Ye Xiong was about to explain the functions of the three talismans, and he helped her to popularize the talismans.

At this moment, Yang Xinyi suddenly ran out quickly and stood in front of a monk.

"Scammer, hand over the money, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

What she blocked was a monk about fifty years old, wearing a new cassock, with a fat head and big ears and a greasy face. If he hadn't been wearing this cassock, others would have thought he was a nouveau riche.

"Who are you, do we know this donor?" asked the fat monk.

"Don't think that if you change a robes, I won't recognize you. Even if you turn into ashes, I will recognize you." Yang Xinyi took out the two talismans angrily and smashed them onto the fat monk: "If you don't pay it back, go see the police."

Seeing that Yang Xinyi was tough and the fat monk was pretending before, he soon became soft.

He picked up the two talismans from the ground and smiled and said with apologies: "Female donor, I am short of money to sell this talisman to you cheaply. In the past, I sold one million yuan per piece."

"You blow, blow again."

Yang Xinyi wanted to say something else, Ye Xiong walked over and said, "Xinyi, this master is right. This talisman is indeed worth one million."

"Husband, are you kidding? Just this broken talisman is worth one million?" Yang Xinyi was a little unbelievable.

"This is the authentic Buddhist vajra talisman. Some people can't buy it for money." After Ye Xiong said that, his eyes fell on the fat monk and said with a smile: "I don't know what the master calls it?"

The fat monk's eyes fell on Ye Xiong's face, with a confused look on his face, as if he was a little surprised that Ye Xiong knew this talisman.

"I don't know what this donor is called?" asked the fat monk.

"My younger generation Ye Xiong, this is my wife Yang Xinyi." Ye Xiong replied.

"Ye Xiong Jiangnan?"

"Young man is right." Ye Xiong did not hide it.

If you want others to be sincere to you, you must first be sincere to others.

"Brother Ye is in the limelight now. So, my talismans are embarrassing."

Master Prajna was about to put away the two talismans, but Yang Xinyi suddenly reached out and took them over.

"I bought this thing. Do you want to rob it?"

Hearing that these talismans could save a life, Yang Xinyi's anger disappeared immediately, and this kind of treasure could not be lost.

"Although Ye knows spells, he knows nothing about the talisman and the talisman is very grateful for the gift of the Vajra Talisman."

"It seems that the rumors are good, you guy is interesting." Master Prajna nodded and his eyes fell on Yang Xinyi: "Donor Yang is kind and kind, his eyes are like the bright moon, and his whole body is righteous; Donor Ye has a secret technique, and you two are here, probably because they are coming for the righteousness, right?"

Ye Xiong was shocked, but he didn't expect that the other party would guess it.

"The righteous fruit is still the spiritual creature in the world, but not the cultivator. How many people don't want to get it?" Ye Xiong did not deny it and asked, "Don't the master want to get the righteous fruit?"

The fat monk smiled and said, "Since twenty years ago, the righteous fruit was born, and the cultivator came like a tide, but no one had ever taken it twenty meters. The righteous fruit was a spiritual creature born from eating incense for thousands of years, but it was not a person with evil thoughts and blood stained with his hands. The righteous fruit could be felt and escaped from afar. You also know that as a cultivator, there are a few who have no blood stains on his hands, so the only end of the idea of ​​the righteous fruit is to return empty-handed."

"Master said that, does righteousness really exist?" Ye Xiong was both surprised and happy.

"This is not a secret, and all cultivators above the fifth level of Qi Refining know it." Master Prajna's eyes fell on Ye Xiong and continued to ask: "Where did Brother Ye learn about this righteousness fruit?"

"A friend I know introduced him to. His name is Leishan King. I wonder if the master recognizes it?"

"It turned out to be King Leishan. He came to find Zhengqiguo and returned empty-handed." said Master Prajna.

Zhang Chengfeng has also been here? Ye Xiong is a little strange.

His pill recipe was given by Zhang Chengfeng. Since he knew that the fruit of vitality is the fruit of righteousness, why don’t you tell yourself that it will work so hard to find it?

When he got the blood coagulation grass, Gusu famously said that the blood coagulation grass does not melt in any spiritual medicine, and it may not be possible even if it has iron resin, so he suspected that there was something wrong with the pill recipe.

With the current righteousness, Ye Xiong even more doubted that there was something wrong with the pill recipe.

Every kind of spiritual medicine in the pill recipe is a spiritual medicine that goes against the sky in this world.

Qingling Fruit, Iron Resin, Earth Fire Lotus, and these are all guarded by ferocious beasts. Ye Xiong gathered together after a lifetime of death.

With the degree of despicableness of this pill recipe, there is probably no one on earth who can collect it except him.
Chapter completed!