Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 604 - 339 The Risk Hedging of the Little Monk_2

Although she never said it, she actually felt that the hand was somewhat sinister.

Auction Sister, more than once, vaguely heard the hand speaking to her.

It's just that she never heard it clearly.

But, if she hands it over, wouldn't she lose face, and have no way to explain it to the higher-ups...

If it's just her illusion, what if this little monk is a fraud?

"Please, Master, first prove your identity as a member of the East Sea Buddhist Sect," Auction Sister said with a bow.

"The young monk has a token, which your auction house can easily verify."

Saying so, the young monk kicked the Grand Monk beside him.

That Grand Monk, resembling a Black Tower, was like a hairless Black Bear Spirit, having been asleep since the auction started, in a state of oblivion.

However, because he didn't snore, no one paid him much attention.

Now, having been kicked by his master, he rubbed his eyes awake and looked at the young monk, asking, "Is it over, Master? Do they, like Fried Shide, offer a meal after the auction?"

"It's not over, mind your words! What do you mean 'Is it over, Master?' Give me my Kasaya."

The young monk softly transmitted his voice, beckoning with his finger to the Grand Monk.

The Grand Monk was still a bit dazed, "Kasaya, isn't it in your bag?"

"Isn't my bag with you?" the young monk replied in surprise.

Grand Monk, "Bag? What bag? You never gave it to me!"

"Did you lose it?" the young monk forgot to transmit his voice, exclaiming aloud.

"You never gave it to me, how did I lose anything..." the Grand Monk replied, still somewhat muddled, his words slurred.

This conversation shattered the image of the young monk as a master.

Auction Sister pointed her finger.

"Get these two frauds out of here!"

"Wait, wait, I have witnesses, let me call someone. Disciple, give me the little walnut Zhang Ze gifted me." The young monk waved his hand, signaling the security personnel to calm down.

"Little walnut?" The Grand Monk scratched his head, "Isn't it in your bag?"

"Where's that bag?"

"Master, you lost it."

"You..."

Auction Sister could tolerate no more, pointing at the two monks again, enraged.

"Hurry up and get these two frauds out of here!"

The young monk, "..."

Miemie, who had been watching the drama unfold, saw the young monk being kicked out and secretly followed him.

If she heard correctly, the young monk claimed to know Zhang Ze.

...

Fearing trouble from the two (mainly the black monk who looked like a Bear Spirit), the auction house dispatched the highest-ranking security captain and vice-captain.

Two steel forks swung out, quickly expelling the pair to the outskirts of Dragon Beard City.

After tossing them onto a hill, the black-clad security captain flicked his robe and departed gracefully.

"Don't let me see you two again."

Watching the security captain leave, the Grand Monk complained, "Master, can't you stop using deceitful methods, and be more like me, straightforward and honest?"

"If you truly desire the treasure or believe the hand to be peculiar, prove your identity by revealing your Golden Body, and illuminating with Buddha's light. The auction house owner would invite you to a meal."

The young monk, "Is my Golden Body something I can just use? My tribulations are coming soon, if I use the Golden Body now... What was the term Brother Zhang taught me?"

"Cooldown, Master," the Grand Monk replied.

"Right, if my Golden Body cooldown doesn't recover in time, should I just wait to die here? Can't you have a bit of strategic vision?" The young monk looked at his big, hapless disciple with frustration.

The Grand Monk hesitated, not wanting to criticize his master but eventually spoke.

"Since you know your tribulations are coming, why don't you rest for a while? Why provoke the auction house?"

The Grand Monk, because he was asleep, didn't know about the Immortal's hand.

"I was thinking of risk hedging; the hand indeed has intertwined karma. If I can resolve its karma, perhaps my tribulations will pass." The young monk muttered softly.

"I think, Master, you just like to meddle, but don't get it right," the Grand Monk added.

"What do you mean?" The young monk glared at his disciple, scratching his itchy back.

"I mean you act without thinking. Even if you don't want to use Golden Body, use the little walnut. Just send a message to Brother Zhang asking him to help prove your identity,"

The young monk, "Didn't you lose the little walnut?"

The Grand Monk, "Firstly, I definitely didn't lose the bag; you did, Master. Secondly, although the little walnut is lost, we can borrow one from someone, right? Borrow the walnut, then act bold; the result isn't different, is it?"

The young monk was silent for a while, then awkwardly smiled, "Why didn't you remind me?"

"I was asleep; you didn't ask me." The Grand Monk shrugged innocently.

"Moreover, I kept saying put it in the Storage Ring, Storage Ring, and you wouldn't listen. Instead, you roamed with a bag all the time; now it's all gone."

Seeing his disciple going on, the young monk lightly coughed, "Enough, let's not discuss this anymore."

"The urgent matter now is to quickly find the bag or borrow a small walnut to inform Zhang Ze. You... wait a minute, you scratch my back, it's itchy."

With that, the young monk sat on a green stone, back facing his disciple.

The Grand Monk answered, knelt halfway, and opened his master's clothes, just about to scratch, he paused in surprise.