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Chapter 483 The Mystery of Evil Deeds Thousands of Miles Spread ([-])
"It's good to admit the compensation. You are worthy of being a fanatic of the temple. You dare to act bravely and don't lose face for the temple." An old man who looked like a smiling Buddha said with a smile: "I don't think Zhu Jiaxian and his wife are too fussy. Speaking of which, we are all a family, don't hurt your peace, just pay [-] gold coins."

[-] gold coins, everyone around gasped, not to mention building a colorful shed, even building a manor, it was more than enough.

Hearing this huge number, Tong Coin was at a loss for a moment. He was associated with impassioned chivalrous men from the Han and Tang Dynasties, and had no experience in dealing with street thugs.

"Well, I don't have that much money." Copper Coin said weakly.

"Hehe, it turns out that the copper coin hero went out in a hurry today and didn't bring enough gold coins." Another tall and thin old man came out to smooth things over: "I don't think there is any rush for compensation, so I just left some collateral and will give it to you another day." The money is not in a hurry, the Zhu family and his wife will take it for a few days for my brother's sake."

"As for the collateral." The tall and thin old man said casually, "Bronze coin hero, just keep the sword on your body, I don't think you would suggest it."

The holy sword "Patience" of the copper coin.After the blessings and blessings of the twelve popes, it is almost a priceless treasure. Using it as collateral, the copper coin hesitated for a while.

"Oh, we are all powerful people. Could it be that you will hide your sword? No one will want this broken sword if you throw it on the ground." Another man dressed in wild clothes, as strong as an elephant The woman walked out of the crowd and grabbed the holy sword "Patience".

"Okay then, you guys wait, I'll take the gold coins right away." The holy sword "Patience" is very important, and of course it can't be lost, but the copper coins feel that they are at a loss, so they have to take it as collateral.

"Go, copper coin hero, once the [-] gold coins arrive, the sword will definitely return to its original owner." Many cult priests were smiling, unable to bear the pride in their hearts.

Let's say that the copper coins left in a hurry, and they planned to find the saint Helia to find a way to make up enough gold coins. The cult members in different costumes, representing different sects, drooled while looking at the holy sword "endurance".

After getting the sword, they didn't plan to return the copper coins.

"Husband, hurry up and put away this sword. If someone comes to redeem it, it will be troublesome if it is lost." The woman of the Xiehuo Cult said in a gruff voice. The meaning contained in her words was obvious. of.

"You two ungrateful bastards, if I hadn't testified, how would that fool admit it? This sword should belong to my evil head sect." The tall and thin man who testified first argued.

"I said that as a human being, you should pay attention to knowing the kindness and repaying it. The little girl also deserves credit." The evil woman said with a smile, but her eyes were fixed on the holy sword "Patience".

"I snatched this sword, so it should belong to me." The elephant-like woman was arrogant and unreasonable.

"All right, all of you, stop arguing." The Laughing Buddha came out to smooth things over: "Let's see this, I only have one sword, so let's put it with me first, and we can discuss it later. Tuo Pai took it."

"Old Demon Buddha, do you want to swallow the sword alone? Even if the sacrificial shed is completely destroyed, it will not exceed five gold coins."

Many cultists quarreled over the fate of the holy sword, and no one wanted to let it go.

Coincidentally, Yiman passed by here. He didn't know what happened, but he recognized the holy sword "Patience" from a distance.

In order to pretend to be the copper coin of the saintess guard, according to the narration of the saint Helia, Iman also incarnated a fake holy sword "Patience" and hung it around his waist during the day.

Yiman wondered why the holy sword "Patience" was in the hands of a group of heretics.Although it was blocked by the dragon skin scabbard, the strong aura of holy light in it could not hide from Yiman's perception.

He had to find a way to get the sword, Yiman secretly made up his mind, he had the habit of thieves laughing when he was young, and now his hands are a little itchy.

Some sharp-eyed cultists discovered Iman's existence.

"Why did he come so soon? Could it be that [-] gold coins have been collected?"

"Look at the armor on his body is gone, did he pawn the shining armor?"

"Tell me, what should I do?"

Some heretics who were itchy and jealous of how far the Zhus and his wife had gone, immediately took it to heart: "If a person can be fooled once, then it is inevitable that he will be fooled many times. This time, let's do something more professional."

Yiman stood in front of a coffin, thinking whether to steal it by tricks or forcefully grab it.Although there is no technical content in grabbing, it is the simplest.

At this time, a woman was holding a clay pot in her arms, and hurried over to meet Yiman.This woman had a weird yin and yang head shaved, and the hairless side was covered with layers of paint, like the back of a bug. At first glance, she was not a good girl.

Seeing that the route was wrong, Yiman frowned slightly and stepped aside.Unexpectedly, the woman fell three meters away from Yiman, and the jar hit the ground, shattered, and sprinkled white powder all over the floor.

The woman with the Yin Yang head burst into tears, more miserable than a dead father: "Oh, my master, my apprentice is not filial, I failed to send your ashes to my hometown, how can you rest in peace in the realm of death?" With snot and tears, the woman suddenly stood up and pointed at Yiman: "It was you, you knocked me down on purpose."

This is a typical Pengci. Before Yiman could say anything, many cultists surrounded him again.

"Oh, look, hero of copper coins, you have caused serious trouble this time. Why did you break the urn of the founder of the Yin Yang sect? I can't help you." The tall and thin old man said again Stand up and complain loudly.

"The King of Yin-Yang is a figure whom we all admire. Did the temple do this on purpose?" the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man from the Zhu family said sourly.

"How do you talk, how do you talk?" The woman with an evil face complained deliberately: "My handsome brother, didn't he do it on purpose?"

"Since it wasn't intentional, I don't think it will cause any conflict with the temple." The Laughing Buddha came out to smooth things over again: "Why don't we settle it privately, Goddess of Yin and Yang, you can talk about compensation, as long as the copper coin hero can do it." do it."

The woman at the head of Yin Yang cried and said: "In my Yin Yang sect, there is only a little girl left alone, and I don't have much request. I just want to show my filial piety for the grand burial of the patriarch."

"Hey, the filial piety of the Yin-Yang Goddess is really touching. It doesn't cost much to build a cemetery, right?"

"I think 20 gold coins is about the same. After adding the funeral expenses, [-] gold coins are enough."

"The Yin-Yang Dharma King is a leader among the seniors, I can't wait to follow him."

Many heretics chattered, and the price has already been set.

Yiman glanced at the white powder on the ground, confirmed that it was undoubtedly lime, and sneered secretly in his heart.

This time the "Porcelain Touch" was even more sensational, and nearby nobles and common people also gathered to watch.

This group of lifeless guys actually deceived me. Yiman pretended to be surprised and said: "Oh, for such a great figure as the King of Yin and Yang, how can a cemetery be enough?"

Turning around, looking at the Yin-Yang Goddess who was still crying, he said to everyone: "Since everyone respects the Yin-Yang Dharma King so much, I am deeply moved, I think so, let's hold a living sacrifice and follow the Yin-Yang Dharma King .”

Everyone is puzzled, is this copper coin going to be buried with one's own body?
"The filial piety of the Yin-Yang Goddess can be learned from the sun and the moon, let's start with you." On Yiman's finger, a very bright ball of light condensed, pointing at the Yin-Yang Goddess, and suddenly, a sacred fire descended from the sky, and the Yin-Yang Goddess devours.

Iman's skills in using the ability of the Holy Light have become more artistic.The entire lower part of the Yin-Yang Goddess's neck was turned into fly ash, leaving only a head, but she still didn't die, she didn't know what happened.

"Living sacrifice, how can one person be enough?" Yiman clapped his hands and said, "Since you all respect the Yin-Yang Dharma King so much, you should all go down and accompany him."

All around, balls of light rose up one after another, only the size of a little finger, but as bright as stars.

(End of this chapter)