The Evil Emperor's Medical Concubine is ruthless

Chapter 352 Give some color to see
He sneered.

"I don't have any money, but I still want to enter Shanshengtang, come here, throw these two poor ghosts out!"

On the side of the bamboo forest path, seven or eight sturdy monks jumped out, staring at Xin Lin covetously.

"Boss, these are all basalt warriors, at least at the fifth or sixth level of cultivation, so they are not easy to provoke."

The horse on the side saw it and pulled La Xinlin.

The strong dragon does not overwhelm the local snake, and the boss is not here. He alone is not the opponent of so many monks of Taichang Temple.

Besides, this is still the lowest level of Shanshengtang, which belongs to the lowest level of existence in Taichang Temple. If there is a big disturbance, I am afraid that it will attract other experts from Taichang Temple.

Xin Lin looked at the wine and meat monk, and then at the Shansheng Hall not far away.

These days, not only the boss of the store is bullying the owner, but even the boss of the temple is going to bully people!

Xin Lin hurriedly put on a frightened look, and shrank behind Ma Jingtian.

Ma Jingtian on the side also hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Master, children's speech is not big or small. We are going to save nine people, 9000 taels, please have a look here."

As he spoke, he quickly took out a handful of bank notes and handed them over.

When the wine and meat monk heard that there were nine people who wanted to be rescued, his face softened a little, it seemed that he had encountered a big fat sheep.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Since you are so sensible, forget it."

After all, let Xin Lin and Ma Jingtian line up at the back of the line.

Xin Lin and Ma Jingtian waited for about an hour before receiving them.

The two were introduced into Shanshengtang.

The Shansheng Hall was nothing more than a courtyard that looked like a small temple.

A [-]-year-old monk in a red cassock was sitting on a futon. Presumably this person was the Uncle Qingyu that the little monk was talking about.

When I saw two people, the other didn't even lift an eyelid.

"Report the date of birth of the super-saved person."

"We don't know the date of birth."

Xin Lin said.

"I don't know? Then how do you chant the scriptures?"

When the great monk heard this, his eyes widened and he looked impatient.

"Master, the dead are actually not our family members, but a few unjust souls. They are in this sword. Let's see if we can give them salvation, so that they can reach bliss and reincarnation earlier."

Ma Jingtian hurriedly handed over the ancient bronze sword.

Xin Lin watched from the side without making a sound.

"Nonsense, a broken sword, how can I surpass it?"

The great monk looked at the ancient bronze sword and frowned, his face full of displeasure.

"Master, 1000 taels per person, we paid for it before."

Xin Lin reminded from the side.

When the great monk heard this, he looked at the ancient bronze sword. The ancient sword in front of him had suddenly turned into a shining golden money sword.

"Leave the sword, you go out and wait, after a quarter of an hour, you can finish your salvation."

Monk Qingyu waved his hand, signaling Xin Lin and Ma Jingtian to go out and wait.

After that, he began to chant scriptures.

The two had to wait outside.

"Little Boss, it's all good now, the haunted house can finally be inhabited."

Ma Jingtian looked relieved.

"Really?"

Xin Lin gave a half-smile and squinted at Shan Sheng Tang.

9000 taels, if you recite a half-baked Buddhist scriptures once, is it considered a salvation?
This money is too good to earn, right?

How could it be so easy to earn her money.

Xin Lin's eyes deepened.

After the Great Monk Qingyu finished reciting the Great Mercy and Great Compassion Mantra, he wanted to call people in.

But just as he got up, there was a flash of black light on the ancient bronze sword, and with a buzzing sound, the sword flew up and slashed at the monk's bald head.

(End of this chapter)