Ye Chen muttered, looking indifferent.
It seems that borrowing a golden bowl is as easy as borrowing a bowl and chopsticks.
The Immortal Emperors: "..."
Easy to talk to? That's the symbol of Buddhism, a relic of the Buddha, a magical instrument that surpasses the imperial instruments!
Do you think it's the cabbage on the roadside?
Su Taixu looked at the golden bowl in Ye Chen's hand with his eyes almost popping out.
This kid is really capable!
"You little bastard, tell me the truth, how did you get the golden bowl?"
Su Taixu couldn't help but ask, with a hint of sourness in his tone.
"I told the old Buddhist monk that it was used to seal the evil god, and he gave it to me."
Ye Chen shrugged and said with a relaxed look.
"When did that old bald donkey become so easy to talk to?"
The Wuji Immortal Emperor frowned, his face full of confusion.
He knew the old monk Buddha too well, and he was like plucking feathers from a passing goose. He would argue with him for a long time even for a glass of wine.
"Although this golden bowl can exorcise demons and suppress evil spirits, it is of no help in creating a sealing formation."
Tan Tai Yue frowned slightly, with a hint of confusion in her tone.
The other Immortal Emperors had the same idea and nodded in agreement.
"Master's Wife, you may not know that the Golden Bowl cannot directly help create a formation, but it can help seal the evil spirit."
Ye Chen smiled mysteriously and kept the secret.
The curiosity of the Immortal Emperors was instantly aroused, and they pricked up their ears, waiting for Ye Chen's next words.
When Tan Taiyue heard Ye Chen call her Master's Wife again, the blush on her cheeks that had just faded away suddenly came back, making her look charming and beautiful.
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