"Well... although I still have many supporters, they are not me and there is no way they can enter the Lingshe Tower to get the relics."

Dalai's face turned red and he explained with a dry smile.

Toktakhonov understood in an instant that Dalai was a living Buddha, and it would be easy to steal the relics when he returned to Tibet, but he did not dare to go back; his men could sneak back, but they did not have the status of a living Buddha, so what happened to those lamas?

It is possible that the treasure of Tibetan Buddhism will be handed over to them, causing Dalai to fall into the embarrassing situation at the moment.

But Toktakhonov has always been suspicious. Although what Dalai said was reasonable, he was still worried that it was a trap. He hesitated for a long time and asked: "It is my honor, Toktakhonov, that Master Dalai can come to me for help."

, but it would be convenient to ask Master Dalai what he wants the relic for?"

In Buddhism, the hair, bones, ashes, etc. left behind by a monk after his death are called relics, and the crystals produced after cremation are called relics.

According to Buddhist scriptures, relics were naturally felt by monks during their lifetime due to the merits of precepts, concentration and wisdom. Most speculations believe that the formation of relics is related to the chemical reaction that occurs when bones and other objects are cremated together. Some folklore believes that after a long time, people

Free from lust, filled with essence, and after activation, solid relics will be produced.

This kind of thing is more of a spiritual symbol and has no practical use. Toktakhonov really can't figure out what Dalai wants this thing for.

Besides, Toktahonov also studied Tibetan Buddhism very well. He knew that those lamas who looked harmless to humans and animals were actually hiding dragons and crouching tigers, with countless masters. In particular, the relics were sacred objects enshrined by the lamas.

Sheta has always been heavily guarded. Even if a battle ax wants to get the relic, it will have to pay a high price.

A look of displeasure appeared on Dalai's face: "Mr. Toktakhonov, I came to you just for a transaction. Doesn't Tomahawk claim that as long as you can afford the money, there is nothing in the world that you can't get?"

?As for what I need the relic for? It concerns the secrets of Tibetan Buddhism, and that is not something Toktakhonov should be concerned about."

"Haha, that's what Master Dalai said!"

Toktakhonov was slightly annoyed, but this old guy was very powerful, and there were only two of them in the room at the moment. How could he really dare to annoy him? He could only laugh dryly and said: "I don't know how many relics Master Dalai needs."

Son? What price can you offer?"

"I still need seven more, each one is 500,000 meters gold!"

Dalai's eyes were as deep as the abyss and the sea, and he bid calmly.

Toktakhonov frowned and quickly calculated in his mind, one piece is 500,000 meters gold, seven of them is 3.5 million meters gold. Speaking of which, the price is very reasonable, but what is he?

He is one of the largest arms dealers in the world. He often conducts transactions worth tens of millions of meters of gold. He really doesn't pay attention to a mere few million meters of gold.

In particular, Tibetan Buddhism has always been mysterious. If Tomahawk takes over this job, he doesn’t know how many experts will be involved. No matter how many calculations he makes, he feels that it is not cost-effective.

Thinking of this, Toktakhonov shook his head and chuckled: "Although Master Dalai's price is very fair, I'm sorry, but I can't accept it. Tibetan Buddhism may not be anything in the eyes of you, the Living Buddha."

, but our sect does not have the prestige of Master Dalai, nor does it have the freedom to enter and exit Tibetan temples at will. Stealing the relics by force will lead to the death of many people."

"Oh, Mr. Toktakhonov is going to raise the price?"

Dalai's face darkened and he asked coldly.

Toktakhonov waved his hands repeatedly and complained: "Master Dalai, you must know that I am a businessman. In business, what I pay attention to in business is equal exchange of value for money. To be honest with you, if you just want

One or two relics, each worth 500,000 yuan

Mijin is indeed fair, but you want seven. This means that we have to sneak into at least three or more temples to get enough. The risk is not ordinary. How many good players do you think I have to lose?

Inside? Do you think it’s fair?”

Dalai remained silent, but his expression softened a lot. Although Toktakhonov was a little greedy, what he said was the truth. Tibetan Buddhism is all related to each other. As long as one family's relics are stolen

, then other temples will immediately be on guard, and it will not be that easy to attack again.

Unless all seven relics can be stolen at once, the risk can be reduced to a minimum. But the problem is that any temple that can produce seven relics is full of experts. It is extremely difficult to steal the relics.

Moreover, Tibetan Buddhism seems to be one family in the eyes of outsiders, but in fact it is divided into four major sects, namely the Nyingma sect of the red sect, the Kagyu sect of the flower sect, the Sakya sect of the white sect and the Gelug sect of the yellow sect.

As for him, the living Buddha belongs to the Gelug sect, and his status among the other three major sects is not as high as outsiders imagine. Even if he rushes to Tibet in person, it will not be easy to get close to the Lingshe Pagoda and steal the relics.

, let alone these old fools.

Dalai was caught in a dilemma for a while. He also wanted to increase the price for Toktakhonov, but the problem was that he had been in exile for many years and maintained a group of subordinates to do things everywhere. The money was spent like water.

Three and a half million meters of gold was obtained by him despite his old face and fighting against the wind. It is not easy for terrorists. He is really poor!

In particular, one of the four guardians under his command was killed and captured some time ago. The most important thing is that the borrowed "hostage" White was lost. The Goddess organization is now hunting him all over the world, making him hide.

Tibet is in constant panic, otherwise it would never have thought of taking up the battle axe.

Toktakhonov was not a fool. Seeing Dalai's silence, he knew that he probably could not afford the money. However, he did not point it out and pretended to be unintentional and asked: "As Master Dalai, I would like to spend some money."

It shouldn’t be difficult to get a few relics over time, right?”

"It's not difficult, but I'm pressed for time and need it urgently!"

Dalai sighed. Although he had been in exile these years, everything was done by his men who respected him like gods.

If he hadn't encountered a great opportunity this time that might allow him to be reincarnated, and his two guardians were responsible for protecting the soul boy who could swallow relics and undergo nine reincarnations, he would not have personally come to confront Toktakhonov.

Discuss this employment matter.

Thinking of this, Dalai felt hot in his heart and said sincerely: "Mr. Toktakhonov, I can only offer this price now. If you can do me this big favor, how about I owe you a favor?"

Toktakhonov curled his lips secretly. You really think of yourself as a reincarnated living Buddha. How much is your favor worth? You just want me to give you free help. You are so beautiful.

Now Dalai is obviously not very good, but Toktakhonov has other ideas. As the godfather of Tomahawk, although he usually exercises, he is still an ordinary person in essence. Dalai just looked like

Flying up in the sky like a god made him extremely jealous. If he could become such a martial arts master, he would be able to escape calmly even if he was surrounded by the army, instead of hiding like a rat in the gutter like he is now.

To put it bluntly, he took aim at Dalai's cultivation method, with a sigh on his face and said bitterly: "Master Dalai, you and I hit it off right away. Logically speaking, I shouldn't be so philistine, but you are also the leader, so you should

You can understand my difficulties. If you don’t become a family, you don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are. All we earn is money tied to our belts. Outsiders only see the beauty of my tomahawk, so how can they know our hardships?

My brothers risked their lives to follow me, so I can’t treat them badly, right? We have to pay for weddings and funerals, right? When brothers die, do we need to get pensions? Do we need to take care of the dead brother’s family? Some important points

Doesn't it cost money to open up the joints between departments? To put it bluntly, it is really difficult to live without money in this world. We have made a lot of money over the years, but the expenses are also huge. In fact, we can't save much at all..."

The more Dalai listened, the darker his face became. Damn it, I just counterattacked with you and didn't borrow money from you. Why are you crying about being poor with me?

Just when Dalai impatiently wanted to interrupt Toktakhonov's chatter, a ferocious look suddenly appeared on his face, and he snorted coldly: "Seeking death!"

Toktakhonov's face changed drastically, his heart and liver were trembling, and he was complaining in his heart. I just complained and offered to learn martial arts from you in a roundabout way. As for being so impatient that he would just fall out? He subconsciously touched his hand.

Although he felt that the pistol on his waist might not pose any threat to Dalai, it still gave him some psychological comfort.

Seeing that Dalai did not launch an attack immediately, he suppressed the urge to draw his gun and shoot. He opened his mouth to explain and ease the relationship between the two parties, but found that Dalai did not seem to have any intention of attacking him, but closed his eyes.

, concentrating on brewing something.

Toktakhonov was a little confused. What did this old guy mean? Did he not want to do something to him?

"Well!"

Dalai's face suddenly turned an abnormal flush, and his brows were furrowed, showing a look of pain.

Toktakhonov looked at him at a loss, and suddenly remembered the little mouse that Dalai had mentioned before. It seemed that the guy was here again, and was fighting in a way that he could not understand.

On the contrary, it made his anxious heart settle down. As long as he didn't fall out with him, he didn't have any confidence to escape from this old guy's hands.

"It really works, old man, I want to see if I can kill you!"

In the same small forest, Ding Ning buried himself underground, with blood oozing out from all his orifices, but his eyes were shining with excitement.

In a face-to-face confrontation, he knew that he was no match for Dalai, but he was not afraid of fighting with his spiritual consciousness. Although his control over his spiritual consciousness was far inferior to Dalai's, he won because of his sheer volume, so he decided to compete with Dalai for consumption.

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So after Dalai left, he immediately set up several phantom formations in Toktahonov in the grove, buried himself in the soil, and released his spiritual consciousness to attack Dalai.

Although his attack method of spiritual consciousness was very crude, with his already transformed spiritual consciousness, and without any intention, he gave Dalai a severe blow. Although he was not seriously injured, some slight injuries were caused.

The damage was still there, which was why Dalai's face turned so pale.

In a space that ordinary people cannot see, an extremely dangerous spiritual battle is going on over the manor.

Dalai's spiritual consciousness turned into a sharp sword that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, rushing all the way towards Ding Ning's sea of ​​consciousness. As long as he could rush into the sea of ​​consciousness, he was sure to shatter the little mouse's sea of ​​consciousness in an instant, even if he couldn't kill him.

He will also make him an idiot.

However, Dalai's face quickly turned ugly. The strength of the other party's spiritual attack did not pose any threat to him, but it was extremely tenacious. It was like an endlessly flowing river. Although the flow rate was slow, it was wave after wave.

Wave after wave of eloquence forcefully slowed down the speed of his sword of consciousness.
Chapter completed!