When the two monks went out, Ning Can and Liu Python's eyes immediately locked on Yan Yun. How could this man have a short lifespan?

"I told you why you changed ginseng? It turns out that you really like the effect of ginseng that can prolong life." Thinking back that he used two ginseng to trick Yan Yun into two pounds of dried monster meat, and he and Yan Yun ate a ginseng in one breath. Ning Can immediately realized and said with a smile.

When Yan Yun heard this, he couldn't help but sigh. He knew that he wouldn't live long, but no one could use ginseng to extend his lifespan, even if it was one minute or one second. It would be good to spit out more carbon dioxide.

Liumang watched the two chatting, but did not join in, but retreated to the bed and lay down. On that day, his spoiled body had long been unable to support him. Tomorrow? What's more he doesn't have to do tomorrow? Why? My father has money, who can control it?

A few minutes later, the door was gently pushed open, and the shiny bald monk of 1.6 meters appeared first, and the monk who had been there was nowhere to go.

"Nephew Yan Yun, come here." The 1.6-meter monk waved to Yan Yun with a smile.

Yan Yun thought for a moment and walked over quickly. His life was all in the hands of the monk 1.6 meters. How could he not pass?

"Master Zhenyue." Yan Yun gave a deep bow and then looked at the 1.6-meter-high monk.

"Follow me." The monk Yimeiliu said with a smile and said, "He took Yan Yun to the courtyard where the layman lived.

Two kilometers away from the courtyard, Yimie 6 looked at Yan Yun and said, "Although my nephew's lifespan is only nine days left, I guess I have found a thousand small crystals when I came to Wolong Temple."

"This time I was away, I found a total of 2,179 small crystals, and asked my uncle to help me." Yan Yun took out all his pockets and trousers and handed them over completely.

As for the 25,000 small crystals in his backpack, Yan Yun didn't plan to take them out. This small crystal is of infinite magical use and can give it all.

"Two thousand one hundred and seventy-nine." The 1.6-meter monk took the small crystals one by one, and smiled. After looking at Yan Yun's pocket, he said with a smile: "Originally, if my junior nephew found a thousand small crystals, I could only give my junior nephew a four-year longevity pill, but for these two thousand one hundred and seventy-nine, I have to give my junior nephew an extra five-year longevity pill."

As the monk Yimie Liu said, he was pulling something out of his sleeve. After finding two black thumb-sized balls, he handed them to Yan Yun.

Yan Yun took the two balls and felt much more relieved. After eating these two pieces, he could live for ten years. How many small crystals have been dug in ten years? Is he still afraid that he can't survive?

"The transaction is completed, I should leave, uncle Shi, don't tell others about this. Otherwise, I will not be able to protect you. As for Uncle Zhenye, you don't have to worry. He will not be mentioning this matter." The 1.6 monk said with a smile and turned around and walked quickly, without wasting any time.

Yan Yun watched the 1.6 monk leave, breathed a sigh of relief, swallowed two black circles into his mouth, and then turned around and walked towards the lay Buddhist courtyard.

However, Yan Yun only took two steps. The 1.6-meter-6 monk appeared in front of him.

"Does Master Zhenyue have something else?" Yan Yun was startled and said quickly.

The 1.6 monk nodded slightly and pointed at Yan Yun's backpack behind him.

When the monk Yimeiliu pointed to his backpack, Yan Yun immediately thought about how to face it. Could it be that the monk Yimeiliu saw through the small crystals in his backpack? This shouldn't be. Is it because he was looking at objects across the wall? This is not impossible. What else is impossible in the end of the world? He is finished.

Just when Yan Yun was thinking that he would be driven out by the 1.6 monk lies, the 1.6 monk smirked and said, "My uncle must be very tired with this big luggage bag, right?"

"It's very tired, it's full of jerky inside, it's very heavy." Yan Yunqiang said as if he was calm.

"Thank you so hard on the way, my nephew. In this way, I will hand you the most skilled Sumeru mustard seeds in Buddhism, so that you can get a lot of strength when you go back." The 1.6 monk said with a thought for Yan Yun.

"Thank you, Master Zhenyue, for teaching his magical powers." One day, Yan Yun suddenly felt a five-million lottery ticket floating down from the clear sky. Isn't you a fool if you don't take it at this time?

"My uncle said this, right, right. This Sumeru mustard seed is a magical power, but we are unable to use it. For this, this is the Sumeru sleeve. You can use your mind to store the items in it." The monk Yimiao6 rolled up his sleeves, took off the black cloth sleeves that were not too dirty or too much to pull a few, and handed them to Yan Yun.

Yan Yun took the black cloth sleeves into his hand like a treasure, but when he got it, Yan Yun was very smoky by the smell of sweat on the black cloth sleeves. However, at this moment, Yan Yun could only resist and said, "Thank you for the treasures that Master Zhenyue gave them."

"To be honest, I got this Sumi sleeve when I entered the school. I will inevitably feel affection after taking it for a long time. I hope my nephew can treat it well." The monk Yimei Liu looked reluctant and turned around and took a big step, rushing towards the distance with a thunderous and vigorous look. Judging from the situation, he should be rushing towards the real Wolong Temple.

After seeing the monk Yimie Liu really disappear, Yan Yun quickly threw out the Sumi sleeve in his hand. It was so smelly, even if it was taken out of the cesspool, it wouldn't smell like this.

Yan Yun ran away and took a deep breath of fresh air, as if reborn. He looked at Sumi's sleeve and looked at Sumi's eyes with a little more solemnity. He took out a bottle of mineral water from his travel bag. After taking off his clothes and tied his mouth and nose, Yan Yun rushed over with a rush.

After soaking the mineral water on, Yan Yun quickly turned his hands, and then he felt relieved after scrubbing the sleeves of Sumi's clothes three times.

Holding the Sumi-Mi sleeves that had a much smaller taste, Yan Yun looked at the black ink sewage underground that could not melt into the soil with lingering fear. He couldn't help but guess how long it took for the monk Yimie Liu to take a bath.

Putting the wide sleeve of Sumi on his arm, Yan Yun suddenly felt Sumi shrinking and quietly wrapping his arm. His thoughts tentatively put them into the sleeve of Sumi. Yan Yun saw a white space that was two meters long, fifty centimeters wide and fifty centimeters high.

Yan Yun tried back and forth, and after being extremely skilled, he put his travel bag, three hundred years of wild ginseng and silver knots in it.

"So amazing." Yan Yun sighed in his heart and ran towards the lay Buddhist courtyard with ease.

When Yan Yun returned to the house where Ning Can and Liu Mang were located in the west, they disappeared. There was a note on the wooden table. When he picked it up, Yan Yun walked towards the canteen.

The canteen is about 1,000 square meters in size. It is now dinner time, and the number of people in the canteen has reached 1,000. Yan Yun looked at it and felt like he was back in the canteen when he was in college.
Chapter completed!