Black Monks, Betrayers of Buddha

Daoist Qingshan spoke softly, carrying the scent of alcohol, yet still possessing the aura of an immortal Daoist and a reclusive master.

But his words sent a chill through our hearts.

That indifferent killing intent made us feel a faint sense of terror instead.

Master continued at that moment.

"Search carefully. See if there are any besides this Black Scripture Talisman."

"Yes!"

I nodded and began searching beneath the car.

I even stretched half my body under it to inspect it.

The designated driver had no idea what was going on and thought our car had broken down. He wanted to come help, but Master persuaded him to stand aside.

We quickly finished checking our side. There was only that one Black Scripture Talisman.

At the same time, they found another Black Scripture Talisman beneath the car Master and the others had ridden in. It was not under the rear, but beneath the front chassis.

Now, both Black Scripture Talismans had been found.

After confirming it several times, Master had the designated driver take the car he had driven over back first.

He told him to record a video for Master once he arrived...

Although the designated driver did not know what we were doing, he did not ask any questions.

He got in and drove Master's car away.

With my car still here, we could squeeze in and move around conveniently enough.

At that moment, I carefully examined this unusual talisman. It was only around ten centimeters long and five centimeters wide.

The paper was black. Aside from our license plate number written on it in white characters,

the Black Scripture Talisman was covered in dense, tiny black scripture. The crooked Buddhist scriptures were impossible for us to understand.

However, on the back of the Black Scripture Talisman was