"This … Although I have many supporters, they are not me. It is impossible for them to enter the Spirit Offering Pagoda and obtain the relics."
Darai blushed and explained with a smile.
Toktahonov instantly understood that Da Lai was a Living Buddha. It would be easy for him to return to Tibet and steal the Sarira, but he did not dare to go back. His men could sneak back, but they did not have the identity of a Living Buddha. How could those Lamas hand over the treasures of Tibetan Buddhism to them, causing Da Lai to fall into this awkward situation?
However, Toktahonov had always been a suspicious person. Although Darai's words were reasonable, he was still worried that it was a trap. He hesitated for a long time before asking, "It's my honor that Grandmaster Darai came to me for help. But, is it convenient for me to ask Grandmaster Darai why he wants the Sarira?"
In Buddhism, the hair, bones, and ashes left behind by a monk after his death were all called relics. After cremation, the crystals produced were called relics.
According to the Buddhist scriptures, Buddhist relics are naturally sensed by monks when they were alive because of the merits and virtues of precepts and wisdom. Most speculations believe that the formation of Buddhist relics is related to the chemical reaction that occurs when bones and other objects are cremated together. Another folklore says that people who have been apart for a long time feel nostalgic.
Desire, when filled with the essence, would produce a sturdy sarira after it was activated.
This thing was more of a spiritual symbol than anything else. Toktahonov could not understand why Darai wanted it.
Moreover, Toktahonov had done a lot of research on Tibetan Buddhism. He knew that those seemingly harmless Lamas were actually hidden dragons and crouching tigers. They had countless experts, especially the relics that were worshiped by the Lamas. The spiritual shrines had always been heavily guarded. Even Tomahawk would have to pay a huge price if he wanted to get the relics.
Darley looked displeased. "Mr. Toktahonov, I'm here to make a deal. Isn't Tomahawk claiming that as long as you can afford it, there's nothing you can't get in this world? As for what I want the Sarira for? Toktahonov shouldn't be concerned about the secrets of Tibetan Buddhism. "
"Hehe, Grandmaster Da Lai is right!"
Toktahonov was a little annoyed, but the old man was strong and there were only the two of them in the room at the moment. He didn't dare to provoke him. He could only laugh dryly and said: "How many relics does Master Darai need? What price can you offer? "
"I need seven more. Each of them costs 500,000 Mi gold!"
Darai's eyes were as deep as the abyss and the sea, and he said indifferently.
Toktahonov frowned as he quickly calculated in his mind. One was 500,000 Mi gold, and seven would be 3.5 million Mi gold. Speaking of which, this price was very fair, but who was he? As one of the largest arms dealers in the world, he could easily carry out transactions worth tens of millions of Mi dollars. A mere few million Mi dollars was nothing to him.
In particular, Tibetan Buddhism had always been mysterious. If Tomahawk took this job, who knew how many experts would be sacrificed? No matter how he thought about it, it was not worth it.
Thinking of this, Toktahonov shook his head and chuckled. "Master Dalai, this price is very fair, but I'm sorry, I can't accept it. Tibetan Buddhism may not be a big deal in the eyes of a Living Buddha like you, but we don't have the prestige of Master Dalai, and we don't have the freedom to enter and exit Tibetan temples at will. Stealing relics by force will cost a lot of lives."
"Oh, Mr. Toktahonov is going to raise the price?"
Darai's face darkened as he asked coldly.
Toktahonov waved his hand repeatedly and complained, "Master Dalai, you know, I'm a businessman. In business, I pay attention to equivalent exchange. To tell you the truth, if you only want one or two relics, the price of 500,000 Mi gold per relic is indeed very fair. But you want seven relics, which means we have to sneak into at least three or more temples to collect them. The risk is not ordinary. How many experts do you think I will lose? Do you think it's fair? "
Darai remained silent, but his expression eased a lot. Although Toktahonov was a little greedy, what he said was the truth. Tibetan Buddhism was connected with each other. As long as one's relics were stolen, the other temples would immediately be on guard, and it would not be so easy to take action again.
The only way to minimize the risk was to steal all seven Sariras at once. However, the problem was that every temple that could produce seven Sariras was filled with experts. Stealing the Sariras was as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Moreover, Tibetan Buddhism seemed to be one in the eyes of outsiders, but in fact, it was divided into four major sects: the Red Sect, the Ningma Sect, the Flower Sect, the Kagyu Sect, the White Sect, the Sakya Sect, and the Yellow Sect, the Gelug Sect.
As a Living Buddha, he belonged to the Gelug Sect. Among the other three major sects, his status was not as high as outsiders thought. Even if he went to Zangjiang in person, it would not be so easy to get close to the spiritual relic tower to steal the relics, let alone these old Russians.
Darai was in a dilemma. He also wanted to raise the price for Toktahonov, but the problem was that he had been in exile for many years. He also kept a group of men to cause trouble everywhere. His money was like flowing water. The 3.5 million Mi was obtained by him at the expense of his reputation. It was not easy for terrorists. They were really poor!
In particular, one of his Four Protectors was killed and the other was captured some time ago. The most important thing was that he had lost the "hostage" White, who he had borrowed. The Descendants of God Organization was now hunting him all over the world, forcing him to hide from place to place and living in fear. Otherwise, he would not have thought about Tomahawk.
Toktahonov was not a fool. Looking at Darai's silence, he knew that Darai could not afford the price, but he did not point it out. He pretended to ask casually, "I think with Master Darai's identity, it should not be difficult for you to spend some time to get a few relics, right?"
"It's not difficult, but I'm very pressed for time. It's urgent!"
Darai sighed. Although he had been in exile for many years, everything had been done by his men, who respected him like a god.
If he had not encountered a great opportunity that might allow him to be reincarnated, and his two protectors were responsible for protecting the spiritual child who could swallow relics to go through the Nine Transformation, he would not have personally come out to talk to Toktahonov about the employment.
Thinking of this, Darai's heart was burning. He sincerely said, "Mr. Toktahonov, I can only offer this price now. If you can help me with this, I will owe you a favor. How about that?"
Toktahonov secretly curled his lips. Darai really thinks of himself as a reincarnated Buddha. How much is a favor worth? You want me to help you for free with empty words? Dream on!
Now, Darai obviously did not have any benefits, but Toktahonov had other ideas. As the godfather of Tomahawk, although he usually exercised, he was still an ordinary person. Darai had just flown into the air like a god, which made him very envious. If he could become such a martial arts master, even if he was surrounded by the army, he could escape easily. He would not have to hide like a rat in the gutter.
To put it bluntly, he had his eyes on Darai's practice method. He sighed and said, "Master Darai, you and I are like old friends at first sight. It is reasonable to say that I should not be so profiteering, but you are also a leader, so you should be able to understand my difficulties. If you don't manage the family, you don't know how expensive it is. Our brothers have risked their lives to follow me. I can't treat them badly, can I? I have to pay for weddings and funerals, right? I have to pay for the death of my brothers, right? I have to take care of the family of my dead brothers, right? I have to pay for some key departments, right? To put it bluntly, it is difficult to move an inch in this world without money. Over the years, Tomahawk has made a lot of money, but the expenses are also high. In fact, we can't save much … "
The more Darai listened, the darker his face became. I'm just bargaining with you. I'm not borrowing money from you. Why are you crying about being poor to me?
Just when Darai impatiently wanted to interrupt Toktahonov's endless chatter, he suddenly showed a ferocious expression and snorted coldly, "You're courting death!"
Toktahonov's face changed dramatically, and his heart trembled. He was complaining incessantly in his heart, 'I was just complaining and indirectly suggesting to learn martial arts from you. Do you really have to be so impatient and fall out with me?' His hand subconsciously touched the pistol at his waist. Although he felt that it might not pose any threat to Darai, it was a little comforting.
Seeing that Darai did not attack immediately, he forcibly suppressed the urge to pull out his gun and shoot. He opened his mouth to explain and ease the relationship between the two sides, but he found that Darai did not seem to have any intention to attack him. Instead, he closed his eyes and concentrated on brewing something.
Toktahonov was a little confused. What does this old guy mean? Doesn't he want to attack me?
"Uh!"
Suddenly, an abnormal flush appeared on Darai's face, and his brows furrowed, revealing a painful expression.
Toktahonov looked at him helplessly, and suddenly remembered the little mouse that Darai had mentioned before. It seemed that the guy was haunting him again and was fighting in a way that he could not understand. This made him feel relieved. As long as Darai did not fall out with him, he had no confidence to escape from the old guy.
"It really works, old guy. I'd like to see if I can exhaust you to death!"
In the same grove, Ding Ning buried himself in the ground. His seven apertures were oozing blood, but his eyes were shining with excitement.
He knew that he was no match for Darai in a face-to-face fight, but he was not afraid of a battle of divine awareness. Although his control of divine awareness was far inferior to Darai's, he had a greater quantity. So, he decided to fight with Darai.
So, after Darai left, he immediately set up several illusory formations in the grove, buried himself in the soil, and released his divine awareness to attack Darai.
Although his divine sense attack method was very simple, with his liquid divine sense, he had given Da Lai a fierce blow. Although he did not seriously injure Da Lai, there were still some slight injuries. This was also the reason why Da Lai's face had turned so pale.
In the space that ordinary people could not see, an extremely dangerous divine awareness battle was taking place over the manor.
Darai's divine awareness turned into a sharp sword that was hard to be seen by the naked eye. It rushed all the way to Ding Ning's sea of consciousness. As long as he could rush into the sea of consciousness, he was sure that he could instantly shatter the little mouse's sea of consciousness. Even if he could not kill him, he would make him an idiot.
However, Darai's face quickly became ugly. The strength of the opponent's divine awareness attack did not pose any threat to him, but it was extremely tenacious. It was like a rushing river. Although the speed of the flow was slow, it was endless. It forcibly slowed down the speed of his divine awareness sword.
Darai felt as if he had fallen into an extremely viscous swamp. It was difficult for the divine awareness sword to advance. It could only enter a stalemate with the opponent's divine awareness defense.
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