Monk Bujie understood what he meant.

He glared at the six people with hatred, his face was gloomy and uncertain.

Why do you think you provoke this god of plague?

Cursing secretly, he said with a smile.

"Lin Que, we have lived and died together, give me some face and let them go!"

Lin Que agreed very happily.

"sure!"

"However, these are six supreme-level miners!"

“How much revenue will I lose if I let them go?”

"We are all buddies. You don't want to see me suffer such a big loss, right?"

"Also, don't forget."

"I saved your life before, and you promised to give me a Buddhist soul skill."

"Brother, we must settle the score clearly!"

His eyes were full of amusement.

Stinky monk, you're going to take this stab!

Monk Bujie gritted his teeth and took out a booklet from his sleeve robe.

"This is the soul skill I practiced, called the Seven Apertures Soul Control Technique."

"In addition, Fantuo Temple will provide 10 million as compensation for your losses."

Lin Que reached out and took it.

"Yes, I accept this soul skill."

"But if you want me to let these people go, 10 million is not enough."

Monk Bujie had already expected that he would open his mouth like a lion.

"Then tell me the number."

Lin Que smiled peacefully.

"What's the relationship between us? It's too vulgar to ask for money."

"In this way, fifty thousand spiritual stones."

"Fifty thousand spirit stones? Do you think I'm worth the price?"

The monk who refused to quit cursed loudly.

"You didn't mention the money, so you're just going to kill me!"

Lin Que shrugged.

"Then I'll have to send them to the mine."

"No! I'll give it!"

Monk Bujie had a look of pain on his face. This amount, even for the entire Fantuo Temple, was considered a massive hemorrhage.

"happy!"

"Qin Feng, let him go!"

Under the gaze of the monk Bujie who wanted to kill someone, Qin Feng untied the ropes from the six monks.

Lin Que patted the great monk on the shoulder.

"If you don't quit, don't do this."

"Just think of it as making a friend."

"Come on, smile."

If he doesn't quit the monk's sword, he will lose his mind.

"The host is waiting for you in the main hall."

After saying this, he threw a storage bag to Lin Que, turned around and left.

Lin Que didn't care and led everyone into the main hall of Fantuo Temple.

The old abbot sat on the main seat and waited for a long time.

When old friends meet again, it is inevitable to exchange pleasantries.

Qin Feng took a closer look at the chair with glittering golden light under him. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he bit down on the handle.

Boom.

"Bah, bah."

After spitting out a mouthful of lime, Qin Feng curled his lips.

"It's fake, I thought it was real gold!"

"Donor, this is the treasure of our Fantuo Temple."

Qin Feng was slightly startled and raised his head. The old monk was looking at him with a smile.

"You want to blackmail me?"

The old monk shook his head slowly.

"No, no, how can the matter of becoming a monk be called a scam?"

"Fodu is rich..."

"Ah, no, Buddha is destined to meet someone."

"I accept thirty thousand spiritual stones from you as an apology to the Buddha."

Qin Feng's teeth were itching.

This old bald donkey knows everything about what happened just now.

This is clear revenge!

As he grows up, he has only deceived others, but has never been deceived by others.

But the old monk looked like he was not someone to be trifled with, so he had no choice but to look at Lin Que for help.

Lin Que looked serious.

"Xiao Fengzi, how do I usually teach you?"

"One person does the work and one person is responsible."

"If you break something, you have to pay for it!"

"Don't worry, if you are sold to the mine, brother, I will be the first to give you food!"

Yang Dingfeng didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Qin Feng, this doesn't look like you!"

"Have you forgotten your unique skill?"

"Give him a set!"

Qin Feng glanced at the old monk's lower body, weighed the pros and cons and gave up the plan.

The others had no intention of helping him, so he gritted his teeth.

"Okay, I admit defeat."

"Let's keep accounts first!"

Reluctantly, Qin Feng kept looking at the old monk.

Damn bald donkey, don't let me find a chance.

Otherwise, I will let you know what orange flowers are blooming!

After some fun, Lin Que put down his tea cup and spoke.

"Senior, have you ever heard of this person?"

"His name is Ning Daoyuan, he was a saint of the human race four thousand years ago..."

The old monk listened to the detailed introduction, and his kind face became very serious.

"What did you ask him to do?"

Lin Que told the whole story of the future.

The old monk pondered for a moment.

"Lin Que, do you remember the agreement between you and me?"
To be continued...