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"Don't even think about it, it's long gone," Jiang Nan said.
"Damn it... Waaah... You admit you stole it from me, you have to pay me back!" The chubby boy went berserk.
"Even if you frame me again, I won't let myself be framed for nothing. I'll rob you again... um, I mean, I'll really rob you right now."
"It seems like you have a lot of good stuff again."
"Still pretending to be poor?" Jiang Nan said with a half-smile.
Sincerely, he retreated repeatedly, hugging himself as if afraid of being sexually assaulted.
"So, you're not a monk anymore, you've grown your hair out?" Jiang Nan laughed.
This guy doesn't really care about these things; I already saw them last time.
He's already ventured into all the restricted areas, and he's seen plenty of good stuff.
Chapter 200 Archaeological Excavation of Buddhist Kingdoms
"I told you you weren't a real monk," Jiangnan said disdainfully.
"How could that be? I really enjoy being a monk. It's just that I'm too handsome, which is a problem. Female devotees like to come to our temple to find me and peek at me... My master said I still have worldly ties and it's not suitable for me to stay in the Buddhist order, so he made me leave the monastic life."
"Amitabha Buddha, I am now a lay disciple," the sincere chubby boy said with a smile.
"Handsome, right?" The chubby boy tossed his flowing long hair.
"Have some shame, okay? I feel like throwing up." Jiang Nan said.
"It's something I was born with, and there's no use in you being jealous of me."
"Amitabha, well said, well said. You should be more open-minded," the chubby boy said.
"I think you need a good beating."
"A gentleman uses words, not fists... Wasn't it rumored that you were dead? How come you're still here?" He's a saint; he wasn't involved in the previous events, but he did glean some information.
I'm now considered part of this industry.
"I always say good people don't live long... cough cough, I mean, I've been praying for you all along," the chubby boy said.
"Brother, what delicious food have you gotten into the restricted area? Let me try some, so I can broaden my horizons, okay?"
“That’s all,” Jiang Nan said. “Don’t keep trying to touch my things. If someone sees you doing that, they’ll think you’re just touching me and they’ll beat you to a pulp.”
"How could that be? Hehe." He laughed sincerely.
"Brother, what are you doing here?"
"Could there be a bunch of enemies behind us?" Zhencheng said, his expression suddenly changing.
"You can't play like this... people will die." Zhencheng was almost in tears, looking back repeatedly.
He is merely a saint, and even if he uses all his methods, he might be able to escape from the hands of the Saint King, but it would be difficult for a Great Saint.
The quasi-emperor is definitely going to die.
The chubby boy was suspicious; he wasn't really sure.
The methods of those top-tier experts are immeasurable.
One moment they might be in the boundless starry sky, and the next they'll be tracking you, tearing through space to strike.
It's normal that we can't sense it now.
"Brother, is there?"
"Am I that kind of person? I'm more reliable than you," Jiang Nan smiled.
Seeing your smile makes me even more worried.
"I go first."
"Where are you going?" Jiangnan slapped him back.
"Don't worry, no."
"Let's raid tombs together," Jiang Nan said. "Didn't you invite me before?"
“I’m an honest man, I wouldn’t do such a thing.” He sincerely put his hands together and looked genuinely sincere. “Amitabha, you shouldn’t do it either, it’s immoral.”
"Get lost," Jiangnan said.
"Don't give me that nonsense."
"You're the one who impersonated a monk to scam those bald guys last time, and even touched their ancestral tombs. Now you're blacklisted in the Western Desert."
"This time, I've grown my hair out and come back with a different identity."
"Otherwise, your bald head is the most conspicuous thing, and you'll be recognized as soon as you come over."
"Speaking of which, there are monks here again."
"You still dare to have faith? Aren't you afraid?"
"The last time we believed in Amitabha Buddha, the Great Emperor, he attempted to ascend to immortality. The power of faith backfired, and all the millions of believers were in trouble."
“Faith can kill people,” Jiang Nan said.
"Who knows?" he said sincerely.
"Don't pretend?"
"Amitabha Buddha, well said, well said..."
"Stop spouting these slogans, or you might unknowingly fall into belief, get caught up in karma, and suffer the consequences."
"No way, I was just saying it offhand." Zhen Cheng shrank his neck.
"It's hard to say; every emperor is not to be underestimated."
"Don't scare me," he said sincerely.
"Let's go, let's raid a tomb."
"Is there really no one behind us?" Zhencheng was still uneasy and looked back.
"If you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't." Jiangnan smiled.
"Damn it, I don't believe it anymore!"
"It's not there now, but it will be later."
"What's the meaning."
“Any ruin or ancient tomb, once exposed, will soon attract a large number of people,” Jiang Nan said.
“That’s true,” Zhencheng said sincerely.
"Brother, tell me the truth, what exactly do you want to do?"
“Grave raiding,” Jiangnan said.
"Hmm, let's try something more refined, like studying ancient culture."
"Everyone wants to see the Emperor's legacy, and I want to study it too."
"Nothing else?"
"There's nothing else to it, just pure research, helping all living beings, and contributing to humanity," Jiang Nan said.
"Hehe, that's always been my ideal too," he said with a sincere smile.
The Buddhist heritage of the Western Desert is also unfathomable.
Even those from Jiangnan felt the chill here.
In other words, he may not be able to break everything here.
There is a threat to his existence.
The more powerful a person is, the more they can sense the difference, and the more terrifying it becomes.
This place is indeed mysterious; even several imperial weapons from later generations failed to breach it.
Putting everything else aside, the Victorious Fighting Buddha is not someone that just anyone can challenge.
However, this person was from back then, and is no longer here, or perhaps is sealed off somewhere.
He didn't die from the backlash because he had the trump card of the Fighting Saint Emperor's bloodline.
There are many other differences here.
You can explore and study different paths.
Those who reach the pinnacle of their abilities are all incredibly powerful, and there are lessons to be learned from them.
Even if you don't practice cultivation, there's nothing wrong with understanding and comprehending it.
If you encounter the same situation, you'll know how to deal with it.
The Amitabha Buddha Emperor also sealed away the divine thoughts of the Taiyin Holy Emperor, imprisoned the Blood Sacrifice Altar, and explored the method of immortality.
However, this divine thought was also an evil thought at the time.
The thoughts of deities cannot be considered themselves.