"You can return the scriptures to you, but your head bites me, and my brothers died, how should we settle these accounts?"

Peng Bin had no objection to returning Luang Putuo's notebook to Long Wanda. He had long been familiar with the contents in it. And even if he returned the notes to Long Wanda, he could not find anyone who translated the notes. In other words, only he and Fang Yi knew about Luang Putuo's secrets.

But with Peng Bin's temperament, this matter was not so easy to resolve. After all, Peng Bin suffered a great loss this time, and he almost died. Zhao Dabao, who had followed him for many years, and two other brothers also died on the Border Mountain. She turned swords into jade, so Peng Bin couldn't swallow his anger.

"Mr. Peng, this incident was not caused by me..."

Hearing Peng Bin's words, Long Wanda smiled bitterly. If Peng Bin hadn't spyed over the handwriting of Master Luang Putuo, which was treasured in the palace, it would have been impossible for these things that happened later. In fact, Peng Bin was the culprit of this series of events.

"I didn't kill anyone at first..."

Peng Bin said with a gloomy face. He felt that he was inappropriate when stealing the scriptures, so he never killed him. Even if he was bitten by a head, he just rushed out of the siege. Peng Bin was really merciless in this matter.

"Mr. Peng's death and injury were not done by our people..."

Long Wanda thought for a moment and said, "That was the mercenary group hired by the king in anger. Then again, the people who hurt Mr. Peng's subordinates are dead. This grudge can be considered to be over?"

When Long Wanda spoke, his eyes were always staring at Fang Yi. After seeing Fang Yi's ability to crack his head-subduing technique, Long Wanda knew that this was probably what Fang Yi did. Long Wanda was really afraid of Fang Yi.

"What you mean is that, are you asking me to settle the debt with the king?" Peng Bin stared at Long Wanda and said word by word.

"No...No, Mr. Peng misunderstood, I didn't mean that..." Long Wangda hurriedly said: "At that time, Mr. Peng and I were friends but not enemies, and there were deaths and injuries on the battlefield. This is also common. I also hope that Mr. Peng will expose this matter in large quantities."

"Okay, let's forget about this, let's talk about your injury to others with your head..."

Peng Bin also knew that what Long Wanda said was reasonable. In a hostile relationship, both sides naturally did everything they could do. Peng Bin really couldn't blame Long Wanda for anything, including his injury, Peng Bin was trying to make a point.

"Mr. Peng, I... my head was also seriously damaged!"

Hearing Peng Bin's words, Long Wanda was about to cry. One of his wings was torn off by Peng Bin. If Long Wanda had not spent several days of energy and blood to feed him, he would have died long ago. In fact, Long Wanda's loss was not smaller than Peng Bin.

"Who asked you to hurt people with a head-repression? This is not the behavior of a Buddhist disciple..." Since Peng Bin was deliberately looking for trouble, he had no intention of reasoning at all. He said immediately: "Your head-repression almost killed me. As long as you hand it over to me, this matter will be forgotten..."

"What? This is impossible!"

Long Wanda was shocked when he heard this. His flying snake Gu took more than 20 years to feed countless essences and blood. Long Wanda invested countless energy and financial resources in him. Now it is almost impossible to let him feed another one.

What's more, this flying snake Gu and Long Wanda have the same intention. If the flying snake Gu dies, Long Wanda may not have much time to live. Therefore, what Peng Bin wants is equivalent to asking Long Wanda for his life, and he cannot agree no matter what.

"Then let's use our own means to fight..."

Seeing Long Wanda rejecting his words completely, Peng Bin pointed at Fang Yi and said, "As long as you can beat my brother, this matter will be cancelled. If you lose, you will compensate me for that snake..."

"You...you!"

Hearing Peng Bin's words, Long Wanda's face turned red with anger for a moment. All Buddhist states were left behind, and he almost agreed to Peng Bin. However, after Long Wanda glanced at Fang Yi at the critical moment, he still stopped the car because he knew that he was not Fang Yi's opponent.

"Mr. Peng, can you change your request?"

Long Wanda gave Peng Bin a bow, and the affliction in his heart was indescribable. He was in the high position of the National Master in Thailand, and he could be said to be inferior to one person and above ten thousand people. When did he suffer such humiliation?

However, all great accomplished people are those who can stretch and bend. It was precisely because Long Wanda used this sentence to comfort himself that he forced the anger that almost blew his chest and lungs.

"If a person dies, he will be nothing..."

Peng Bin looked at Long Wangda in a double sentence and said, "It's like this, I won't be difficult for you. You can lend me the other two books on the third floor of the Sutra Library and read them. Let's forget about this, what do you think?"

Peng Bin has been thinking about the books collected by the royal family. Now that Long Wangda is sent to him and is slaughtered by him, Peng Bin has no reason to make a knife. He immediately brought it up. If this matter can be solved, it will not be possible to find a way to steal the two books in the future.

"That's my royal sacred object. Why do you want those two books?" Hearing Peng Bin's words, Long Wangda was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect that Peng Bin would put forward such a condition.

You should know that although those three books were left by Luang Pu Tuo, the first generation of Thailand's national teacher, can be regarded as objects like national treasures, no one in Thailand can recognize the words in those books anymore.

The books were placed in the Sutra Library, and basically served as a commemoration of Master Luang Putuo. Therefore, after the scriptures were stolen by Peng Bin, even Long Wanda was surprised for a long time. He could not guess what the significance of Peng Bin stealing this book was.

"You know those words?"

Long Wanda is also a person with a clear mind. When Peng Bin asked for two other books again, Long Wanda quickly figured out the joints, looked at Peng Bin with an incredible look, and said, "There are no ones who recognize ancient Sanskrit, how do you recognize these words?"

The content of the books left by Luang Pratto is naturally what the Thai royal family wants to understand.

Unfortunately, these books were hidden in the temple where Luang Prado was sitting in the past few years, and they were discovered in the past hundred years. Therefore, when someone understood ancient Sanskrit, the contents in the book were not translated, and after discovering it, no one could understand the contents in the book.

"Ancient Sanskrit is obscure and difficult to understand. I only know a little bit. I only want to borrow a book about ancient Sanskrit when I heard that the royal family had ancient Sanskrit books."

How could Peng Bin tell Long Wanda the truth? This was indecent, but it explained why he stole the scriptures. Long Wanda was half-believing and half-doubted, and he didn't know how credible what Peng Bin said was.

"What you said seriously?" Long Wanda looked at Peng Bin with a suspicious look.

"You should have investigated me, don't you know I'm a genius in language and writing?"

Peng Bin spoke a series of words in Spanish, Thai, Burmese, English, Chinese, Russian Jade and even some languages ​​in South America with a proud look on his face. Long Wanda was a little stupid. He didn't understand any other languages ​​except English Thai and Chinese and a little Burmese.

"I borrowed this book just to study ancient Sanskrit..." Peng Bin raised his head with a arrogant look on his face and said, "There are too few ancient Sanskrit words left behind. I did this just to let the ancient Sanskrit pass on..."

When Fang Yi heard Peng Bin's words, he rolled his eyes. Peng Bin was obviously greedy for ancient Siam's martial arts, but he said he was like a saint. It was the first time Fang Yi had seen such a shameless person.

"Then... what is written in this scripture by Master Luang Pratto?"

Long Wanda had already believed Peng Bin's words at this time, and he unconsciously felt admiration for Peng Bin. You must know that in order to translate these handwritings of Master Luang Putuo, Long Wanda visited masters and scholars in India, but no one could still recognize ancient Sanskrit.

Thinking of this, Long Wanda couldn't help but feel moved. He was a national teacher from Luang Putuo's lineage. However, in addition to the title of national teacher, Long Wanda had not learned any of the inheritance that Luang Putuo learned. He heard that Peng Bin could crack these ancient Sanskrit words, Long Wanda was also interested. He also hoped that Luang Putuo could pass on some related skills.

"How can I have time to study it carefully?"

Peng Bin glared at Long Wanda angrily and said, "Since I got this book, I have been hunting down by you. I want to go to the library and almost get related information, but I am disturbed by your people. Do you think I still have time to translate these words?"

"Yes, yes, we misunderstood Mr. Peng..."

Long Wanda nodded repeatedly. He had a deep understanding of the obscureness of ancient Sanskrit, so he naturally did not suspect that Peng Bin was telling a lie. He said immediately: "Mr. Peng, I wonder how much you have translated this scripture?"

"What is recorded on this is not the scripture..."

Peng Bin shook his head and said, "If I had not translated correctly, this should be some notes made by Master Luang Pu Tuo every day, which records a lot of his daily daily life and eating habits..."

Peng Bin's words were said to be true and false, and such lies were often the most difficult to expose. When he heard Peng Bin's habits about Luang Putuo, Long Wanda couldn't help but nod because these were very similar to what he knew.

"It's just a daily notes of Master Luang Putuo?" Long Wanda was obviously a little disappointed when he heard Peng Bin's words. This royal sacred object he regarded as a treasure in the past seemed to have become less important in Long Wanda's heart at this time.

"There is nothing else?" Long Wanda asked unwillingly.

"I have translated the content now, otherwise what if I keep it in my hands for a while?"

Peng Bin said with a righteous look: "I am a scholar and I just want to study these words. As for what the content is, I will tell you after I translate it. I am not a historian, so it is useless to know these..."
Chapter completed!