What was placed in front of Fang Lin was a small bronze tripod, which was almost identical in appearance to the small tripod in the wooden box that the mysterious man sent Sato's head to.
Only the runes on the outside of the small cauldron were slightly different. If Fang Lin hadn't been very smart and had already been familiar with the shape of the runes on the small cauldron, it would have been completely difficult to tell the male from the female with the naked eye.
Obviously, this is also a scaled-down replica of the Nine Supreme Cauldrons.
Although Fang Lin didn't know if all the runes on it were exactly the same as the original Nine Supreme Cauldrons, they were definitely at least eighty-nine points identical, because only in this way would people believe He Convenience and Research.
"I don't think there's anything strange about this thing, right?
Why does the master call it a strange thing?"
His eyes didn't stay on the small tripod for long, Fang Lin said calmly, pretending to be suspicious.
"The donor is from China, and he is very concerned about the Nine Supreme Cauldrons. He should most likely come here for the Nine Supreme Cauldrons, right?
At least it is definitely one of the goals.
The Nine Supreme Cauldrons are originally the treasures of ancient Chinese artifacts, and this is nothing to be ashamed of.
The poor monk is not an incompetent person, so why don’t the donor open the skylight and speak frankly?”
Master Jiting is also calm and peaceful.
Although there was still no big reaction on Fang Lin's face, the smile still froze on his face for a few seconds.
Obviously, Master Jiting has not only investigated himself, but also conducted a detailed analysis of himself based on the investigation.
Such a prepared judgment really surprised Fang Lin.
However, what he was more curious about was that Master Jiting was so straightforward. What did he want to do?
"Then what does the master mean by showing me this?
Or maybe, does this mean the General's Mansion?
The host of Jintoku Temple, an expert in outdoor activities, did not expect that he would also become a minion of the Shogun's Palace.
Jintoku Temple, a Buddhist temple, generally does not consult too many secular people, so this news from the master should have come from the General's Mansion, right?"
Since the other party got straight to the point, Fang Lin no longer hid his doubts and spoke straightforwardly.
“Everyone gets what they need, and there’s no telling who is whose pawn.
The donor was indeed smart, but it was a pity that he discovered it too late.
In addition to the ones in front of you and in the donor's hands, the other replicas of the Seven Cauldrons will soon be delivered to the donor's eyes.
The donor once said that if you owe a poor monk a favor, you will be grateful in the future.
Now is the time for the benefactor to repay his kindness, and I ask the benefactor to take care of himself when he comes."
Having reached this point, Master Jiting stopped acting and smiled lightly.
Although there is no direct threat in all of Master Jiting's words, anyone with some intelligence can hear that the threatening atmosphere is far stronger than speaking it directly.
It's just for the sake of face for both parties, it's a bit ugly to break up after all.
"Master is a little too confident."
Fang Lin said with a flat smile.
At this time, there had been unusual movements in the temple, and hundreds of warrior monks had already surrounded the monk's room.
Although their movements were extremely light and cautious, for Fang Lin, who had clairvoyance and good hearing and vision, it was simply unnecessary.
And this was the main reason why Fang Lin stopped being polite to him. It was obvious that, just as he expected, this was a well-designed Hongmen Banquet.
Fang Lin had never been able to figure out before who presented the replica of Sato's head and the tripod, but now the answer is obvious.
Jintoku Temple has been known as the number one Buddhist temple in Japan since ancient times. There must be many masters in the temple, and they indeed have this strength.
"The poor monk is sincerely convinced by the benefactor's ability. Since he dares to say such shameless words, he naturally has the ability to keep the benefactor.
Don’t worry, donor, the poor monk will never let you suffer.
Once the benefactor has some enlightenment, the poor monk can make the decision.
Not only can the Nine Supreme Cauldrons be returned to their original owners, but everything we have learned before can also be given to each other for discussion. Why not do it.
The donor can think carefully here, but the poor monk has more time and patience to wait."
Smiling slightly, Master Ji listened calmly and confidently said.
While speaking, Master Jiting stood up slowly, and then walked slowly outside the monk's room.
This seemingly normal behavior clearly demonstrated his confidence.
Although he knew Fang Lin's skill and strength, Master Ji Ting passed him by so casually, without worrying that Fang Lin would secretly kill him, which showed that he was sure of victory in his heart.
"I can agree to the master's conditions, but I am still a little confused. I would like to ask the master to answer my questions, so that I can study and understand them with all my heart."
“The donor just said it’s okay.”
"I have been paying attention to and investigating the Nine Supreme Cauldrons. When I came to Japan, I had absolute confidence and certainty that you did not gather the Nine Supreme Cauldrons.
But now that you have made all the replicas, can you tell me what happened during this time?"
This has long been confirmed based on existing information and evidence, so Fang Lin asked slightly puzzled.
"The donor's doubts are understandable. Our Japanese plan in China has completely collapsed, so all the experts sent have been destroyed.
Logically speaking, it is indeed impossible to obtain all Jiuding.
But we Japanese people can't get it, but it doesn't mean that you Chinese people can't do it.
Now that all the major forces in China are under the control of the benefactor, the answer couldn't be simpler.
With that said, I say goodbye."
Watching and listening to the mage leave, the questions in Fang Lin's mind were soon gradually solved.
Those who can do this are obviously people whom they trust, or forces that are beyond their control.
No matter what it is, there is only one answer: there is a traitor in China.
It was obviously impossible for ordinary people to take Jiuding abroad, so Fang Lin immediately set his sights on the mysterious old man and the Huaxia Mansion.
As far as that mysterious old man is concerned, even his identity is still a mystery.
But what is certain is that his status in China far exceeds the existence of Yinlong.
It would be easy for him to bring him out.
Not to mention the Huaxia Mansion. They are originally public institutions, and a large number of people have recently poured into the Japanese country. They have many people and are trusted by everyone in Huaxia, so it is naturally not difficult.
It is important to find this person, but it is obviously more important to escape from the situation at hand.
It's not that Fang Lin is afraid of Jinde Temple, but that he also wants to see this legendary ancient treasure, even if it's just a replica.
In order to facilitate the gathering of hundreds of experts, even if the runes on it are fake, they will definitely not be too far from the original ones.
If all the runes above are thoroughly studied, Fang Lin believes that he will be able to find a way to restrain the General's Mansion.
After all, a single rune can create two evil spirits stronger than Master Ji Ting. The people in the General Mansion will not miss this opportunity to improve their overall strength.
Just as Fang Lin was gathering his thoughts, a young novice monk came over with a tray, and two replicas of the same appearance were immediately placed in front of Fang Lin.
"Master Ji Ting is really stingy, he is so reluctant to even copy it.
If that's the case, then I have no choice but to get it myself."
Fang Lin thought he could get all the copies at once, so Fang Lin didn't attack directly.
But Jintoku Temple was so cautious, Fang Lin had no time to continue inking, so he casually put all the replicas into the gourd of heaven and earth, stood up lazily, stretched his waist and said.
This chapter has been completed!