"This ...... Although I still have many supporters, they are not me, and it is impossible for them to enter the mourning pagoda to get the relics. ”

Old Dallai blushed and explained with a dry smile.

Toktakhonov instantly understood that Dalai was a living Buddha, and it would be easy to steal the relics when he returned to Tibet, but he did not dare to go back; his subordinates could sneak back, but they did not have the identity of a living Buddha, so how could those lamas give them the treasures of Tibetan Buddhism, causing Dalai to fall into an embarrassing situation at this moment.

But Toktakhonov has always been suspicious, although what Dalai said is reasonable, he is still worried that it is a trap, and hesitated for a long time and asked: "It is my honor for Master Dalai to come to me for help, but it is convenient to ask Master Dalai what he wants to do with the relics?"

In Buddhism, the hair, bones, and ashes left behind by monks after death are called relics, and the crystals produced after cremation are called relics.

According to Buddhist scriptures, relics are naturally felt by monks during their lifetime due to the merits of precept and wisdom, most speculate that the formation of relics is related to the chemical reaction that occurs when bones and other objects are cremated together, and other folk legends believe that after a long time of absence, the essence is full, and after activation, a strong relic will be produced.

It was more of a spiritual symbol with no practical use, and Toktahonov couldn't figure out what Dalai wanted it for.

Besides, Toktakhonov is also very good at studying Tibetan Buddhism, and knows that those lamas who seem harmless to humans and animals are actually hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there are countless masters, especially the relics are sacred relics worshiped by the lamas.

Dallai showed a look of displeasure on his face: "Mr. Toktakhonov, I came to you just for a transaction, doesn't the tomahawk claim that as long as you can afford the money, as long as there is nothing in this world that you can't get? As for what use I want relics? It is related to the secrets of Tibetan Buddhism, and that is not something that Toktakhonov should be concerned about." ”

"Hehe, that's what Master Dalai said!"

Toktakhonov was slightly annoyed in his heart, but this old thing was strong, and there were only two of them in the room at the moment, so how could he dare to really annoy him, so he could only laugh dryly and say: "Then I don't know how many relics Master Dalai needs?

"I still need seven, 500,000 meters of gold each!"

Dalai's deep gaze was like the abyss, and he bid indifferently.

Toktakhonov frowned, and quickly calculated in his heart, one piece of 500,000 meters of gold, seven pieces of gold is 3.5 million meters of gold, and this price is quite fair, but who is he? One of the largest arms dealers in the world, he often trades tens of millions of meters of gold, and he really doesn't care about a few million meters of gold.

In particular, Tibetan Buddhism has always been mysterious, and if the tomahawk takes over this job, I don't know how many good hands will be folded into it, and how to think about it and how it is not cost-effective.

Thinking of this, Toktakhonov shook his head and chuckled: "Although Master Dalai's price is very fair, I'm sorry, I can't accept it, Tibetan Buddhism may not be anything in the eyes of you, a living Buddha, but I don't have the prestige of Master Dalai, nor do I have the freedom to enter and leave Tibetan temples at will, and forcibly stealing relics will kill a lot of people." ”

"Oh, Mr. Toktakhonov is going to sit on the ground?"

Dalai's face sank and he asked coldly.

Toktakhonov waved his hand again and again, and said bitterly: "Master Dalai, you must know, I am a businessman, in business, pay attention to the equivalent exchange of value for money, to tell you the truth, if you only want one or two relics, each bid of 500,000 meters of gold is indeed very fair, but you want seven, this means that we have to sneak into at least three or more temples to make up for it, the risk is not ordinary, how many good hands do you say I have to lose in it? Do you think it is fair?"

Dalai was silent, but his face softened a lot, although Toktakhonov was a little greedy, but what he said was the truth, Tibetan Buddhism is related to each other, as long as one relic is stolen, then other temples will immediately be on guard, and it will not be so easy to start.

Unless you can steal all seven relics at once, the risk can be minimized, but the problem is that which temple that can produce seven relics is not a master, and it is simply difficult to steal the relics.

In addition, Tibetan Buddhism seems to be one family in the eyes of outsiders, but in fact it is divided into four major sects, namely the Red Nyingma School, the Flower Sect Kagyu School, the White Sect Sakya School, and the Yellow Gelug School.

And he, the living Buddha, belongs to the Gelug sect, and his status is not as lofty as outsiders imagine among the other three major sects, even if he rushes to Tibet in person, it is not so easy to get close to the Lingshe Pagoda to steal relics, let alone these old Maozi.

Dalai was in a dilemma for a while, and he also wanted to increase the price of Toktahonov, but the problem was that he had been in exile for many years, and he still had a group of subordinates doing things everywhere, and the money was spent like running water, and the 3.5 million meters of gold were still obtained by him by giving up his old face to fight the autumn wind everywhere, and it was not easy for terrorists, he was really poor!

In particular, the four major protectors under his command were arrested some time ago, and the most important thing is that they also lost the borrowed "hostage" White, and the Divine Descent Organization is now chasing and killing him all over the world, making him hide in Tibet, and he can't live in fear, otherwise he wouldn't have the idea of a tomahawk.

Toktakhonov is not a fool, seeing Dalai silent, he knows that he probably can't afford to pay for it, but he doesn't break it, and pretends to ask unintentionally: "I think as a master of Dalai, it shouldn't be difficult to take some time to slowly get a few relics, right?"

"It's not difficult, but I'm short on time, so I'm in a hurry!"

Dallai sighed, for though he had been in exile all these years, everything had been done by his men who had revered him as a god.

If it weren't for the great opportunity that might allow him to be reincarnated and reborn this time, the two Dharma Protectors under his command would be responsible for protecting the spirit child who could devour the relics for nine reincarnations, and he would not have personally come out to negotiate this employment with Toktakhonov.

Thinking of this, Dalai's heart was hot, and he said sincerely: "Mr. Toktakhonov, I can only offer this price now, if you can do me this great favor, how about I owe you a favor?"

Toktakhonov pouted secretly, Ya really regards himself as a reincarnated living Buddha, how much is your favor worth?

Now Dalai obviously has no oil and water, but Toktakhonov has other thoughts, he is the godfather of the tomahawk, although he usually exercises, but in essence he is still an ordinary person, Dalai just flew up in the air like a fairy, which made him look extremely hot, if he can become such a martial arts master, even if he is surrounded by the army, he can escape calmly, where is he hiding like a mouse in the gutter like now.

To put it bluntly, he took aim at Dalai's cultivation method, and said with a look of embarrassment on his face: "Master Dalai, you and I hit it off at first sight, it stands to reason that I shouldn't be such a philistine, but you are also the one who is the leader, you should be able to understand my hardships, don't you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are, our tomahawks earn all the money from the use of our heads tied to the belt of our trousers, outsiders only see the scenery of my tomahawks, where will they know our bitterness, brothers risked their lives to follow me, I can't treat them badly, right? Brothers have to pay pensions when they die, right? The dead brothers' families have to take care of them, right? Some key departments have to spend money to open up joints, right? To put it bluntly, it's really hard to do without money in this world, and we have made a lot of money with Tomahawks over the years, but the expenses are also huge, and in fact we can't save much ...... at all."

The more Dalai listened, the darker his face became, the special Lao Tzu just bargained with you, and didn't borrow money from you, why are you crying with Lao Tzu?

Just when Dalai was impatiently trying to interrupt Toktakhonov's chatter, he suddenly showed a hideous look on his face, and snorted coldly in his mouth: "Look for death!"

Toktakhonov's face changed drastically, his heart and liver trembled vigorously, and he complained bitterly in his heart, Lao Tzu just complained about his grievances, and offered to learn martial arts from you in a roundabout way, as for being so uncompelled and turning his face directly? The pistol on his waist subconsciously touched the pistol on his waist, although he felt that it might not pose any threat to Dallai, but it was finally a little psychological comfort.

Seeing that Dalai did not attack at the first time, he forcibly pressed the urge to draw a gun and shoot, and opened his mouth to explain and ease the relationship between the two sides, but found that Dalai did not seem to have any intention of attacking him, but closed his eyes and was engrossed in what was brewing.

Toktakhonov was a little confused, what does this old guy mean, doesn't he want to do it to himself?

"Ugh!"

Dalai's face suddenly flushed unusually, and his brow furrowed in pain.

Toktakhonov looked at him at a loss, and suddenly remembered the little mouse that Dallai had said before, it seemed that the ghost of that guy was coming again, fighting in a way that he couldn't understand, which made his hanging heart fall into place, as long as he didn't turn his face against him, he didn't have any confidence to escape from the hands of this old thing.

"It works, old thing, I'm going to see if I can kill you!"

Still in that grove, Ding Ning buried himself in the ground, and his seven orifices were oozing blood, but his eyes flashed with excitement.

In the face-to-face fight, he asked himself that he was by no means Dalai's opponent, but compared to the battle of his divine sense, he was not afraid, although his divine sense control was far inferior to Dalai, but he won in large quantities, and decided to fight with Dalai.

Therefore, after Dalai left, he immediately set up several illusion formations in the grove Toktakhonovli, buried himself in the soil, and released his divine sense to attack Dalai.

Although his divine consciousness attack method is very simple, but with his divine consciousness that has turned into liquid, and with the condition of mental calculation or unintentional, he gave Dalai a hard blow, although he did not hit it hard, but there was still some slight damage, which is why Dalai's face became so pale.

In a space that ordinary people can't see, an extremely dangerous battle of divine consciousness is going on over the manor.

Dalai's divine sense turned into a sharp sword that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and rushed all the way to Ding Ning's sea of knowledge, as long as he could rush into the sea of knowledge, he was sure to shatter the little mouse's sea of knowledge in an instant, even if he couldn't kill him, it would make him an idiot.

It's just that Dalai's face quickly became ugly, and the strength of the opponent's divine consciousness attack could not pose any threat to him, but it was extremely tenacious, like a rushing river, although the flow speed was slow, but it was surging wave after wave, and it forcibly slowed down the speed of his divine consciousness sword.

Dalai felt as if he had fallen into an extremely viscous swamp, and it was difficult for the Divine Sense Sword to advance an inch, so he could only enter a stalemate with the opponent's Divine Sense Defense.