When the old monk went upstairs, Qin Yuan stood up politely: "These masters have come all the way. They must be exhausted, right? Sit down and have a cup of tea."

"Master Qin, you're welcome. This time we are dealing with the relics. I wonder if they are still in Master Qin's hands?" The old monk didn't even sit down and went straight to the topic.

Qin Yuan smiled faintly: "Master is really anxious, but I want to know if you have brought your things with you?"

The old monk took out a ball of cloth from the backpack behind him, then carefully opened it and found that it was a blue stone slab.

Seeing the stone slab, Qin Yuan felt a little happy, but before he could get it, the old monk wrapped it up again: "Master Qin, where are the relics of my Buddhist sect?"

Yang Xiangdong, who was standing by, immediately took out the relic and opened it to give these people a look.

Both parties were very satisfied, especially Qin Yuan: "I didn't expect that there are such cheerful people in the Buddhist sect. The master is really a smart man."

"Thank you for the compliment, but please return the Buddhist relics!" The old monk didn't seem to value the Tantric order, and all he wanted was the relics.

In fact, that's right. The Buddhist sect already has so many treasures. What's the use of this incomplete Tantric order?

Qin Yuan asked Yang Xiangdong to pass the relic, and he took the Tantric Order.

Both parties carefully opened it and took a look. After confirming that it was genuine, they were both very satisfied.
Chapter completed!