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When Pangolin heard that the scriptures in his temple were incomplete, he no longer wanted to borrow them. Then, hearing that the imperial palace had them, he asked, "How do I borrow the ones in the palace?"

The Taoist burst out laughing again. "Layman, did you come here specifically to amuse me? Why is everything you say so funny?"

Pangolin felt a little anger smoldering inside at being laughed at.

But after He Xiangu's guidance, he knew he should not throw his weight around and bully others. He forcibly restrained himself and said, "What are you laughing at, little Taoist?

"Just tell me how to borrow them. Why are you spouting so much nonsense?"

"Everything in the imperial palace belongs to the Emperor. It's even less likely that he'll lend it to you—unless you steal it." Seeing Pangolin's unpleasant expression, the Taoist managed to hold back his laughter.

Yet by the end, he could not help laughing again.

He was clearly teasing Pangolin.

But Pangolin's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he clapped his hands. "That's right! I can secretly take them and use them first.

"Besides, that old human emperor has so many things in his home. I doubt he cares about a few scriptures. Thanks, little Taoist." After thanking him, he turned and left.

Afraid that Pangolin might truly go steal them after hearing his words, the Taoist hurriedly shouted, "Hey, hey! Layman, layman! I was joking, I was joking! You mustn't do anything foolish!"

It was not that he thought Pangolin could actually steal them. He was afraid Pangolin would be caught by the guards while stealing and lose his life for nothing.

But Pangolin was fast. By the time he chased him to the gate, Pangolin had already vanished.

"Oh, this mouth of mine."