Otherworldly Merchant

Chapter 1294: The Black Mage, The White Mage

It took ten minutes for the T-shirt man to say, “Jiulin, I just asked a friend, glass drop is an ancient Thai downing technique, and it's probably something that has been lost for a long time. At present, there is no master in China who can crack it. I just asked several of my peers' predecessors...”

Speaking of which, the T-shirt man sighed and told me that the glass could be broken today. I'm afraid only the white magician of Thailand, Azanming, is the first Holy Monk of Thailand, lives in the Temple of the King of Da Ming, the Buddha is high and deep, and is also the star of all local magic.

By name, I know that Azambique is not an easy person, who is usually arrogant, and I am afraid that even if I go to Thailand to find him, he will not help me. But it's always good to have a goal, so I asked where the T-shirt guy meets.

I subconsciously felt that the T-shirt man would go with me, who knew he was telling me again that I had something important to do, so let me go first. He also told me that he had greeted me and that as soon as I arrived, the Azanming Mage would definitely go out of the mountain.

And then he asked me a little bit of blame. How could he offend the Thais?

“How do I know what the hell they're doing...”

I scolded angrily and suddenly remembered the Thai champion after scolding, I defeated the immortal champion and even killed many Thai elders.

I think it was the surviving old guys who came back to life, regretting that they hadn't been uprooted.

It's no surprise that the T-shirt man listened to me, and he told me that all the downers, elders and even monks in Thailand are called magicians, just like all the disciples of the front door in our country are called mayors.

These magicians are divided into white magicians and black magicians.

White magicians do good deeds, Purdue, while black magicians are synonymous with bad forces. They are often well organized and use their power to collaborate with gangs to commit non-evil acts. They are involved in hunting, like horse racing, casinos, transportation, real estate, etc., of which boxing is their most passionate means of gold fishing, because people in Southeast Asia are crazy about boxing.

The last time I took out the Thai champion, I seriously violated their interests, so naturally they will seek revenge on me!

The T-shirt man hung up as soon as he finished, and soon texted me an address so that I could go over there myself and meet up with him as soon as he finished solving the business at hand.

I got on the plane that night and headed all the way to Thailand without further delay.

Without any thought of playing this time, he rushed to the temple of Da Ming after entering Thailand, but at the door of the temple, he saw a small flag filled with dense ephedra between the walls and the building of the door, which was the only image of the Thai funeral.

I chirped in my heart, hidden a bad feeling, regardless of the red tape, kicked the door open and went in. But they found me after a few steps, and in the blink of an eye, a group of people dressed in Thai monk clothes surrounded me with brooms.

“Don't get me wrong. I'm a friend of the Azanming Mage. I'm here to invite him out of the mountains. ”

Obviously not suitable for breaking and entering at this time, I had to lower my posture to think that this would make everyone feel better about me, not knowing what one of them said to others in Thai after I finished speaking, these guys changed their face and seemed to rush their lives.

I don't understand what they mean, it's not good to fight back, plus the language is incomprehensible, I simply jumped on the wall, thinking such a big move Azambique must have heard, when he came out all the problems solved.

Anyway, the T-shirt guy gave me Azambique's photo, but I can't mistake him.

Unfortunately, after half a day of waiting, Azanming did not show up, but came out of a young man in a filial coat, his eyes were red, tears on his face, obviously he had just cried. After seeing me, he gave me a gift, and then asked me: "Someone is Mr. Zhang Jiulin. ”

“It's me. Where is Master Azanming now?” I was relieved and jumped off the wall and asked.

As a result, the young man's face revealed a grieving look and said, "Master, Master, he was murdered last night...”

“What!”

I opened my eyes and sat on the floor with my ass.

Later, the teacher told me that after agreeing to the T-shirt man, Master Azanming gave an advance account, even though he might be in danger.

“Yesterday Master said if you come, let me give this to you, with what you want. ”

The master handed me a sachet and left with the monks in front of him, and I watched them bow deeply.

No wonder they are all enemies to me. It can be said that the Master Azambique died because of me, but he clearly guessed that he was about to be killed. Why not hide?

And then I asked the T-shirt guy this question, and he told me that this is the real Buddha.

Know evil without avoiding evil, laugh at life's constant!

What Azambique leaves me must be important, and Thailand is an absolute nowhere else for me. How dare I delay? Return home immediately, return to Wuhan at the fastest speed, and return to your own antique shop to open your bag with confidence.

Inside is a note and a protective Buddha medal.

Needless to say, the Buddha brand is definitely a magic instrument worn by Azambique during its lifetime.

On the other hand, the note describes five things that need to be gathered together to break the glass down. They are graveyard soil, ghost tears, white ivory, exorcism knife that killed seven, seven, forty-nine spirits, and lastly, Azambique's own ashes.

Turns out he knew his ending long ago. He was the first holy monk in Thailand!

I just don't understand why Master Azanming didn't just ask his disciples to tell me, or did his ashes have to come in handy after the other four things were put together?

Besides, the graveyard soil is everywhere on the mountain bag. Can you really unwind the glass? I always thought the graveyard was not that simple, so I called the T-shirt guy and asked him how he handled the matter.

The T-shirt man said he couldn't get away for a while, so I told him what happened on the trip to Thailand.

“I saved his life, and now he's giving it back to me. Jiulin, remember to take the time to go to Thailand every year to showcase the Azanming Mage!” The T-shirt man said silently for a moment.

I nodded forcefully, though he could not see, and the Mage Azanming died for me!

And then I asked the question of graveyard soil, which, as I thought, actually meant dead soil!

Dead soil refers to new soil that is naturally decayed and gradually degraded into ash after hundreds of years of being buried in the ground along with the coffin, and then combined with the soil.

Since it is not controlled by any external force and is only naturally corrupted, it is difficult to find a place for this dead soil, let alone a cemetery made up of dead soil.

Not even a T-shirt man can think of a clue right away enough to make the graveyard dirt look bad. The rest of the exorcism knife and white ivory and ghost tears, while not very neat, can be looked for in the light of experience, which comforts me a lot.

Finally, the T-shirt man told me that the Azanming Mage enjoys a high reputation in Thailand, and that even when the king sees him, he has to bow together. When I gather the first four things together, I need to take the crescent moon with them to Thailand in person, instead of transporting Azanming's ashes to the country.

I understand why Azambique didn't arrange it in advance.