Chapter 128: Old monk mantra

Giving a glance at the monk Zhifei, a strange look appeared on Xiao Mu's face.
The boy didn't know that he was sitting on Baoshan.
Ordinary books, such as the Buddhist scriptures, actually have no price increase, which is similar to the original price.
What are the rising books?
It's the kind of book that is not very common, but few people buy it, but it is a good thing.
But even though the Buddhist scriptures and scriptures haven't risen in price, the price of antique Buddhist scriptures and scriptures is quite amazing. Compared with books that are less common and have fewer people to buy good things, the price is more expensive higher.
Books of several years, ten years or eight years are worth nothing. Old books of several decades are worth a little, and at least one thousand dollars is sold on the stall.
For books over a hundred years old, you need 10,000 or 20,000.
Books of more than a thousand years old, any book, not counting the value of antiques, are estimated to be in the millions.
That's the value of books.
Xiao Mu estimates that most of the books in this study should be more than 100 years old and less than 400 years old.
Some of them should be more than 300 years old, and there should be books of several decades, but they can't be discerned for a while.
But anyway, so many ancient books, together, is definitely a treasure mountain.
It's a pity that the non-familiar monks who play the game obviously don't know the value of these books.
Otherwise, these books are sold, at least millions or even tens of millions.
This is the market price. Under normal circumstances, few hundred years of ancient books are rarely sold, and usually have a price but no market.
If you think about it, who knows, for that tens of thousands of dollars, who is willing to sell an ancient book that has a great chance of mutation for more than a century?
Can't help but glance at Zhifei young monk.
After taking Xiao Mu into the study, the little monk even took out the Xiaomi mobile phone in his hand and opened the game that he was just playing.
Even Xiao Mu, who just gave him a thousand yuan, was charged by the young monk with five hundred yuan in the game, and he was preparing to buy game skins there.
Xiao Mu shook her head slightly.
The little monk was almost saved.
An idea suddenly burst out of his heart.
Why not ... buy these books?
Ok! Zhao Yan turned back and asked her to drive in the car with money.
Seeing that the little monk was so addicted to the game, it was useless to leave books for him. It is reasonable to take it away.
Worried that there might be missing variant books, Xiao Mu deliberately checked the various old books on the bookshelf.
Unfortunately, no variant books were found.
If you think about it, if you have mutant books, you will not be eaten by the blood ghost? Will it be placed here?
Turned around and asked the Zhifei little monk, "Little master, do you sell the books in this house?"
"You want to buy a book?"
The monk Zhifei raised his head violently and couldn't even care about buying skin. He seemed to be worried that Xiao Mu repented and asked impatiently: "How much do you pay for a book?"
Xiao Mu thought about it and stretched out a finger.
"A thousand dollars?"
The young monk Zhifei brightened his eyes and shouted in surprise, "Take it, take it, take it all away. Haha! Hahaha! I have more money to buy better skin!"
Xiao Mu: "..."
The little monk was almost saved. He stretched out a finger. He wanted to say 10,000 yuan a copy. He was also worried that the little monk would not sell it because the price was low.
After all, the books here are all Buddhist scriptures, and in the ancient books, they belong to advanced books like Daodian.
Yes, ancient books are also hierarchical.
A "Tang Poem" is certainly not as valuable as a "Tai Chi". After all, the former is difficult to mutate cheats even if it is an ancient book, but the latter is not the same.
The Buddhist scriptures here are basically old books more than 100 years old, and some books are even more than 300 years old. One thousand dollars a book is definitely not available to people who know the goods.
After listening to the monk's words, Xiao Mu immediately called Zhao Yan and said, "Zhao Yan, bring 200,000 cash and drive to the Qingshan Baocha of Qiwu Mountain."
"Okay! Go right now."
Zhao Yan didn't even ask the reason, so she said a good sentence directly. It shows how much she trusted Xiao Mu.
Hanging up the phone, Xiao Mu stowed the phone and checked it again in this study.
He is looking for traces of blood ghosts.
On the ground, traces of blood ghosts eroded on the ground were found again.
The trace continued to the side of the wall, and suddenly disappeared.
Disappeared?
Passed through the wall, or escaped to the ground?
Xiao Mu frowned slightly.
If the blood ghost escapes through the wall, it will be difficult to find. If it is underground, you may find a way to drive the blood ghost out.
"disease!"
From where the blood ghost disappeared, Xiao Mu tried to beat a town evil charm down.
"Oh!"
The town's evil rune turned into golden light, but it disappeared directly and broke into the ground.
"what!"
Xiao Mu felt wrong again.
The location where the town evil strikes seems to be empty, is there something like a cellar below.
Bend down and reach out and knock on the ground.
There was a hollow chirping sound from the floor.
It seems really empty.
Aware of this situation, Xiao Mu was happy again.
What's next?
Reaching out and pushing the shelf next to him, he was planning to find the hole, but as a result, who knows, the shelf was pushed away.
Squeak!
Ji Kui was activated to make a sound, and a hole appeared on the floor.
"what!"
Why is there a hole here?
The little monk who was looking down and holding a mobile phone to buy skin noticed that there was a hole in the floor of the room ~ EbookFREE.me ~ immediately came over and looked down inside the hole.
"Oh!"
Below, suddenly the evil laughter came.
"what!"
The monk Zhifei was startled, and on the spot became indifferent, yelling, "Mom, there are really evil spirits!"
The ghost turned and fled outwards.
Xiao Mu shook her head slightly, this little monk was really hopeless.
After thinking about it, Xiao Mu, who was worried about the powerful ghosts below, was very careful to release the ghost servant, let the ghost servant hold the knife in front, and follow him behind, with the Emperor's Seal hanging over his head, carefully walking down the stairs.
Below is a basement.
Xiao Mu was completely stunned by what he saw in the basement.
In the basement, there was not only a green blood ghost, but also a curse ghost holding a hook.
In addition to this, there is an old monk who has a kind eyebrow and a white eyebrow.
Seeing the curse ghost, Rao was always calm and couldn't help shivering on the spot.
The power of cursing ghosts is too much beyond him. When encountering red blood ghosts, he can still fight against one or two and encountering cursing ghosts. Even if he and the ghost servants join forces, they will definitely not be able to stop the opponent's blow.
Surprisingly, the curse was clearly suppressed by the old monk.
The old monk was wearing a cloak, his hands were crossed, and the mantras chanted in his mouth continued to turn into mantras, forming words that fell on the mantra.
The curse ghost held the hook, and tried his best to stop the mantra that the old monk read.
The green blood ghost was attacking the old monk who cursed the ghost with all his power, and he used his claws to break through the old monk's claws, and scratched the old monk's back.
The old monk didn't know what kind of alien practice there was. Although the scar was caught by the green blood ghost, the scar disappeared quickly.