Creon, as usual, doesn't react well to the advice, and instead starts making accusations:
CREON
Old man, you’re all like archers shooting at me—
For you all I’ve now become your target—
even prophets have been aiming at me.
I’ve long been bought and sold as merchandise
among that tribe. Well, go make your profits.
If it’s what you want, then trade with Sardis
for their golden-silver alloy—or for gold
from India, but you’ll never hide that corpse
in any grave.
…
The tribe of prophets—
all of them—are fond of money.
After Teiresias tells Creon of the omens he sees in these events, Creon accuses him of having other motives for telling him this—of what does Creon accuse him?