This time, the Shaoyang monk danced a tiny dance for three days and turned into Bofu's antique shop. The guy's waist was obviously a little curved. Although he looked very happy, his face was a little pale. In short, he looked slanted and looked down. Then he lowered his head to stop looking, but he still said: "Have you succeeded? Young people still have to be restrained! The young man doesn't know how precious his essence is, and when he is old, he is crying."

When Shaoyang was in a mood like flying, he didn't mind Bo Fu's dirty words at all, and said in an urgent tone: "Shopkeeper, your potion is really effective. But... since one drop can work? Why buy another bottle? Is this prepared for the Playboy?"

"Little monk, you are too naive! A drop of magic potion works for a week. What? Why didn't I tell you? Have I never said it? Hahaha, don't mind a little bit!" The little bald donkey opposite him almost turned into a dark place at the first time... At this time, the Shaoyang monk had long believed Bo Fu's words. If he hadn't seen the tall piece of the shop owner, the Shaoyang monk would have thought of going up to fight.

Bo Fu put the bottle of potion on the counter with a "bang", "How is it? The little monk. Do you want it? One drop can guarantee that the girl's love for you for a week."

The charming body of the Chunfeng girl appeared in front of Shaoyang's eyes. She had enjoyed like heaven over the past three days, and was almost a skill like a bliss and hell. She immediately shouted: "Take my money away! I'll ask for this thing!" She immediately threw out a bag, which contained one million yen...

For an ordinary rich generation and future temple abbot, one million is also a small number. Nahe Bofu glanced at it and directly knocked on the small label on the bottle - the "15 million" label on it was shining, and then the guy took out a pen and added a zero directly to the 15 million...

"Sorry, the witch who made this potion has disappeared recently. This bottle of potion is the only bottle that has appeared on the market in the world so far, so... you know." Bo Fu looked at the little monk in front of him with a smile.

One characteristic of Japanese people is that they can go to extremes - especially in some aspects that involve the lower body. The monk gritted his teeth and lucked for a long time. Finally, after seeing a line of words on the counter, his eyebrows spread out, "Boss, do you also collect antiques or strange items?" After receiving Bo Fu's affirmative answer, the monk immediately ran out quickly.

The next day, Shaoyang walked in with a cloth-wrapped thing in his arms, put the stick-like object on the counter, and then said, "Boss, this is a treasure knife passed down by my family! It can definitely be worth more than 300 million yuan!" - In fact, it was something stole from a small Buddhist niche built by ancestors in the temple. It is hard to say whether it is good or not. It is definitely there in the past - at least the ghost painting talisman outside the knife box and the Buddhist scriptures were signed by the Taoshan period of Antu...

Bo Fu picked up the knife box, pulled off the cloth outside, revealing the complete box. "The little monk has a good idea, and he dared to run around with this thing..." However, this sentence was not heard by Shaoyang, "Okay, let's just discount this bottle of potion." Bo Fu put the potion directly in Shaoyang's palm.

"According to the rules, I want to explain it to you clearly. The recommended way to use this potion is to use one drop per cycle. What will happen if it exceeds the limit? I don't know this, but if something happens, our store is not responsible..." Bo Fu suddenly changed his face and said to Shaoyang with a serious look. If he did not hold a pornographic magazine in his hand, and his eyes were not slanted and tried hard to observe the photos to try to find an angle to peek at the important angle in the photos, then the persuasiveness would be even stronger.........

When Shaoyang walked out happily, Bo Fu looked at the boy's back with deep meaning, "Is it normal for him to listen... What will happen? It depends on his luck..."

Then Bo Fu threw the fate of the little monk out of the sky, picked up the knife box and tore off the seal outside - those ghostly painting talismans and folded Buddhist scriptures wrapped the box tightly. After the talismans and Buddhist scriptures outside were torn off, evil spirits that were invisible to the naked eye suddenly spread out from the box, and the lights in the shop suddenly became extremely dark and flickering, and cries and shrill roars came faintly - but all of this disappeared after Xiaobai's bark.

"A mere resentful night ghost, dares to rage here by the evil spirit on the knife? I really don't know how to live or die." Bo Fu sneered and took out a Tai Knife from the box. The scabbard was black and looked very ordinary. The hilt was wrapped in ordinary linen cloth. There was no gold or silver decoration on the scabbard. The knife taken back to normal, just like the vision in front of it was an illusion.

Bo Fu pulled out the knife. The blade was about 60 cm long. It was not as long as the sword in mind. It looked ordinary and even had rust on the blade. "It's this time, but it has not yet shown its true appearance? Interesting and interesting!" Bo Fu snorted coldly, and was about to break the knife. At the same time, a faint demonic aura appeared between his hands. At this time, the knife suddenly appeared with a black air like flame, and then it melted quickly after absorbing a wisp of demonic aura from the tip of a finger of Bo Fu. The original blade body began to collapse, but the fragments did not fall at all under the black air. The blade body finally turned into a long stream of black smoke. When the black smoke disappeared, a long big sword appeared in front of Bo Fu.

"In terms of power alone, it is actually nothing to be desired. Killing spirits is just like that... But in this world, it is already a rare demon sword and evil sword......" Bo Fu has seen many weapons, and this sword was very low-profile. However, in this world, those weapons that Bo Fu can't be taken out in his eyes can't be taken out. Even if it is taken out, it will take a hard time sealing it. The power it exerts is not much larger than this big sword...

"It's still an unknown big sword...... Yes, it's enough to kill the opponent..." Bo Fu said to him as he looked at the big sword floating in the air in front of him. Now the sword has become a long sword with a blade length of more than one meter three and a handle of half a meter long. The knife is also quite heavy. Most people can only hold it, don't want to wave it - but if someone really gets this knife, Bo Fu can guarantee that this person can definitely wield the knife...

The scabbard also changed into a scabbard that was perfectly suitable for this knife, but what remained unchanged was that there was still no decoration. Bo Fu still wrapped the cloth. Fortunately, the cloth used by the monk Shaoyang was enough length, so Bo Fu put the knife in a pack under the counter.

The peaceful life continued. On this day, Bo Fu received the newspaper and the front page headlines were about the murder that just happened.

"The little monk has passed away to the Pure Land... but this way of death is really the way of death if I don't go to hell." The newspaper reports are extremely good at literature in street stalls, and vividly describe the tragic situation of the murder in a terrifying way. "The heir of a temple was killed by his lover, his body was broken down, and even a small part of it was eaten..."
Chapter completed!