Even after witnessing Lin Dong’s abilities, Yinna remained half-skeptical. In her eyes, these elderly monks were invincible beings. How could so many of them gathered together possibly meet with disaster? Still, since Lin Dong said there was a good show to watch, she decided to squat nearby and wait.
Yinna crouched under a tree, staring at the old monks without even blinking. She saw the lead monk walk slowly toward the Blood Butterfly. The scent of blood permeating the air made the old man shiver. Although the Blood Butterfly was a poison, it was the most potent kind, worth a king’s ransom. Master Yuanxin pressed his palms together and chanted, "Truly a divine object that has stolen the essence of heaven and earth! With this treasure, we could cover the temple’s incense expenses for years."
The other monks echoed his sentiment. "Once we sell this medicinal herb, we will no longer have to beg for the goodwill of pilgrims. This is truly a blessing bestowed upon us by the Buddha!"
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