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Wan Lin and others placed the flashlight beam in front of the statue, and the secret room was filled with dazzling golden light and the colorful light emitted by various gemstones.
The old man laughed when he heard the little monk's trembling words. He knew that this boy was weak in martial arts, and now such a cold and cold Qi suddenly entered his body. The Yang Zhen Qi that this boy had practiced himself was not enough to completely absorb this cold Qi.
Absorbed, so I feel cold and unbearable.
The old man immediately stretched out his hand to hold the boy's left hand, and he exhaled a burst of yang energy and said: "Your skills are weak, unlike Lingyu who originally practiced cold skills, and you are not used to such cold and cold energy.
Come on, bring up your true energy, bring the cold energy in your body to circulate with my true energy, and I will help you integrate this cold energy into your true energy."
The old man then looked at Wan Lin and said: "Lin'er, take out the suicide note of Master Xuanxu and the ancient books in the cave, and give them all to Lingyu, the successor of Xuanxu Temple." He then forced a hand into the young monk's hand.
The powerful infuriating energy helped the young monk merge the yin cold air with his own infuriating energy.
Wan Lin looked at his grandfather and replied, then picked up the suicide note of Taoist Master Wu that his grandfather had placed in front of the statue. He then bent down and took out the ancient book inside from the base of the statue in front of Lingyu.
He held a thick stack of ancient books in both hands, handed them to Lingyu with a solemn look and said: "Lingyu, this is your master's suicide note, as well as all the secret books of your Xuanxu Temple's martial arts, medical skills and divination skills. You must accept them."
good!"
As he spoke, he handed the ancient book to Lingyu with a solemn expression, and then warned: "Lingyu, you must treasure it and study it carefully, and thank your master and all the leaders quickly!"
Lingyu took these ancient books and suicide notes with both hands, and then raised them high above her head. With tears in her eyes, she looked at the memorial tablets of the ancestors of the sect and said in a choked voice: "Thank you, Master and all the masters!"
Yu must work hard to practice his skills, pass on all the unique skills of Xuanxu Guan, and live up to the expectations of his predecessors!"
She then lay down in front of the memorial tablets of the heads of Xuanxu Temple, and kowtowed three times respectfully. She looked very excited, and her big clear eyes were filled with tears.
There was silence in the secret room of the cave. Lingyu's head hit the stone slab in front of the statue, making an echo of "bang bang bang". The sound seemed very ethereal and pious in front of the majestic statue.
Wan Lin watched Lingyu kowtow three times, then bent down and pulled Lingyu up from the ground. He raised his right hand and rubbed the little junior sister's red forehead distressedly and said: "Put these relics into the backpack."
Come inside." He then looked at his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, what should I do with these treasures?"
When the old man heard Wan Lin's question, he did not answer immediately. Instead, he let go of the young monk's arm. He looked at the memorial tablets of the heads of Xuanxu Temple in front of him, cupped his fists and bowed deeply three times. He straightened up and turned around.
Looking at the glittering gold and jewelry in the secret room, he hesitated.
The old man then said thoughtfully: "Although your uncle Xuanxu has given me full authority to make the decision, we cannot take away such a large amount of treasure without authorization. This is the property of Xuanxu Guan, and we must not take it as our own."
When the old man said this, he raised his head and looked at Wan Lin, Chengru and Fengdao and said, "Lin'er, do you have any good ideas?" Wan Lin heard his grandfather's question and turned to look at Chengru and Fengdao.
Chengru and Fengdao quickly waved their hands, and Chengru replied: "Grandpa, this is not ownerless wealth. Taoist Master Wuxi has left a suicide note. You are the master of everything. You can arrange it." Fengdao also said: "
Grandpa, you make the decision."
"Okay, then I will carry out Xianwu's last wish." The old man nodded and said, then he looked at Wan Lin and said: "Xuwu's suicide note said that anyone who enters this secret room can choose one at will.
Let’s take this treasure away as a souvenir. Each of you should choose a gem first. Lin’er, if you know a little about gems, you can help them choose.”
"Okay." Wan Lin replied. He then looked at the little monk and said, "Jingheng, what do you like? Go and pick a gemstone by yourself. The gemstones here are extremely rare. Each one should cost more than a million."
After Wan Lin found the family treasure, he handed some gems to Liu Hongxin and asked the old brother to help him sell them, so he knew that when he saw these Xuanxu Guan gems in front of him, he could estimate the approximate value of the gems at a glance.
value.
The young monk heard Wan Lin's instructions and stared at the dazzling treasures. He waved his hands and replied: "Master...Brother, I...I am a bald boy...I don't want these things."
, whether they are worth anything has anything to do with... having... me."
He turned around and pointed at the door of the secret room, and then said: "How about... or you think of a way to get me... a piece of the black iron on the door. I... I also want to use the black iron to make one.
A black iron dagger similar to...a spiritual jade."
He followed around the piles of treasures that shone with dazzling light and ran to the door of the secret room. He raised his palm and patted the half-open door of the secret room and said: "Just... this piece of black iron, I... I want a small piece
That's fine, I...I'll sharpen it into a dagger and use it to...beat bad guys."
The boy then walked out of the dark door, suddenly retracted his hand and shouted: "Oh, Amitabha. This... this black iron is... so cold!"
Wanlin and the others were stunned when they heard this boy's answer. This was a treasure that would make anyone tempted. They had already seen that any gem here would be worth tens of thousands. They didn't expect that this boy wouldn't even look at it.
look.
Chengru and Fengdao also looked at the old man of the Wan family, and they both laughed and said at the same time: "Grandpa, Jingheng is right, we are all soldiers, it is useless to have these valuable things. Moreover, we have just obtained Xuan
With the true energy of Senior Yin, how can we take these treasures from Xuanxu Guan again? Grandpa, please arrange according to the suicide note of Taoist Master Xuwu, and we won’t want them anymore.”
When Wan Lin and his grandfather heard the answers from the young monks, they both laughed. The old man from the Wan family said happily: "Okay! We treat money as dirt, thousands of gold worth, and jewelry as if they are nothing. This is what we do
The true nature of a martial artist!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, a burst of "quacking" sounds suddenly came from the half-open stone door next to the young monk. Wan Lin was shocked when he heard the sudden sound!
In a flash, he appeared next to the young monk. He raised his left hand and pulled the boy behind him. At this moment, his right hand was already protecting his chest. He used his strength to protect himself and the young monk behind him, and concentrated on the person who made the noise.
Looking from the stone gate, there is no fatal mechanism on this dark door.