A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 2492: The lost treasure! Picture of listening to the scriptures before Buddha
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The Lost Secret Treasure of Chapter 2492! Picture of listening to the scriptures before Buddha
Chen Feng's hand flashed, and the light flashed across the palm of his hand.
Then, a huge picture scroll appeared in his palm.
After the scroll was unfolded, it turned out to be a picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha.
This is exactly what Chen Feng got from the auction house in the ancient city of Jialoulan in the Desert of Death, the picture of listening to the scriptures in front of the Buddha!
The picture above the Buddha's listening scriptures depicts a group of little foxes, innocent and cute, full of aura.
Chen Feng felt that there must be an inseparable relationship between the listening scriptures in front of the Buddha and the country of Qingqiu.
"The picture of listening to the scriptures in front of the Buddha, once belonged to the country of Qingqiu."
He suddenly remembered the words of the ancestor Lishan, and was shocked: "The grandmother of the ancestor said before that the clues to the abandoned Emperor Wu's tomb are in a certain treasure."
"That treasure, is it the picture of listening to the scriptures in front of the Buddha?"
"The clues to Emperor Wu's tomb are in this picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha?"
Suddenly a thought came up in his heart: "Then, I...this picture, do I have to return it?"
At this moment, Chen Feng hesitated.
The desire for greed rose instantly.
But then, Chen Feng smiled: "Chen Feng, Chen Feng, what do you think?"
So, Chen Feng immediately went to find the ancestor of Lishan. With his current position in the country of Qingqiu, as long as he was looking for someone, there would be no one he could not see. Naturally, the ancestor of Lishan No exception.
Soon, Chen Feng met the ancestor of Lishan, and then said the question in his heart.
"What? You actually have a picture of listening to the scriptures in front of the Buddha?" After hearing Chen Feng's question, the ancestor Lishan suddenly showed an indescribable shock.
The intensity of the color of shock was even stronger than when she first saw Chen Feng.
Even her hands trembled.
Chen Feng smiled and nodded: "Yes, I have such a picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha."
"It was obtained by coincidence. Can the old man take a look."
"Of course you can." Chen Feng said, passing the picture of listening to the scriptures in front of the Buddha.
When the ancestor Lishan took it, her hands were trembling. Then, she was almost impatient, but with a pious posture, she suddenly unfolded the picture of listening to the scriptures in front of the Buddha.
And when the picture came into her eyes, when she felt the obscure breath of the scroll, she was suddenly struck by lightning.
She trembled: "Really, it's really a picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha?"
The obscure aura of Ruoyingruowu was not felt by others, but it fell into her perception, but it was as obvious as a thunderbolt on a sunny day and waves in the raging sea!
"Because, that is the secret technique that they have always inherited from the country of Qingqiu!"
She trembled: "This, this is one of the three secret treasures enshrined in our Qingqiu Country at the time!"
"Later, 600,000 years ago, I disappeared bizarrely, but I didn't expect it to fall into your hands after being crushed."
She looked at Chen Feng, with a flame in her eyes: "Chen Feng, you really have a relationship with my Qingqiu country, and there is nothing wrong with choosing you!"
Chen Feng smiled slightly and was noncommittal, but it was indeed a coincidence.
He smiled and said, "This picture of listening to the scriptures in front of the Buddha is useless if I hold it here. Why not return it to you!"
"No, no!" The ancestor Lishan immediately shook his head and said with a very firm attitude: "This picture of listening to the scriptures in front of the Buddha is predestined to you. It must be yours. No one can give it. Can you hear it?"
"And,"
She looked at Chen Feng and said softly: "Believe me, this picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha will definitely bring you a big surprise."
Chen Feng listened a little in the cloud, but did not refute, just nodded, and put away the picture of listening to the scriptures before the Buddha.
After Chen Feng left, looking at his back, Lishan Patriarch's face showed a touch of excitement.
She trembled: "It's saved, our country of Qingqiu is saved, he will definitely be able to."
"Otherwise, why would the Buddha listen to the scriptures choose him as the master!"
She seemed to be extremely convinced of this fateful thing, and at this moment, she felt that Chen Feng seemed to be the one who saved the country of Qingqiu by fate, so she immediately felt as if she saw hope.
Because the original she, vaguely felt something, it was a very ominous premonition.
It was a scene like blood and fire burning hell. Originally, he seemed to think that the kingdom of Qingqiu had fallen into a destiny of inevitable destruction, unable to break free!
Bahuang Tianmen, in the main hall, the great elder is practicing.
At this time, it has been half a month since he learned the news of the Kingdom of Qingqiu, but he is still very calm and doesn't mean to be anxious.
He is still here every day, practicing cross-legged, because he is waiting for someone to return!
"Father, I'm back!" An excited voice sounded outside the hall.
The old man in the hall suddenly opened his eyes and broke free from his cultivation state. His face that had always been hazy showed a touch of kindness.
Even if he acts no matter how harsh and cold he is, when he hears his son's voice, he will smile from his heart.
He slowly stood up, and at this moment, the door of the main hall opened, and a tall figure pushed in.
This is a tall and heroic young man, who seems to be in his thirties.
He is wearing a red armor, which is already very mottled and old, like the color stained by countless blood.
It looks like a fierce aura is coming!
"Oh, Yuner is back?" The old man said with a smile.
"Yes, father!" The young man arched his hands, walked up to him and sat down.
The old man also sat down slowly, smiling at the valiant youth, and said softly: "How about this trip?"
"Not bad~IndoMTL.com~ This valiant young man called Yuner took out a white jade wine jar from his arms, raised his neck, took a few sips, and let the liquor run down his chin. Flows into the neck, but does not wipe.
A very heroic look.
It's just that he is so heroic, he feels a little deliberately pretending no matter what!
He breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly, "So that my father will know that this time, the three major tribes of the Eight Desolate Heavens, young disciples hunt together."
"I hunted down a five-star demon emperor, a seven-head four-star demon emperor, and a six-star demon emperor. I fought with him for three hours, but at the last moment, he ran away without checking."
Speaking, he patted his thigh hard, revealing a look of regret on his face.
The elder smiled and listened. He only believed half of what his son said.
Because he knows very well that his son has always been ostentatious, he likes to exaggerate when he speaks, and likes to show off himself. In fact, what he said is not to be believed.