Night falls in a rural town located on the edge of the city.
The fields, Woods, and sparse houses were all hidden in the quiet darkness.
Only a few lights are looming, waiting for people returning home at night.
In a large Buddhist hall, prayer flags are flying and Jeweled Parasol is hung high.
On the surrounding walls, there are eye-catching thangkas of magnificent colors, full of strange and mysterious religious patterns, telling ancient Buddhist stories.
At this time, the evening class was at its climax, and the sound of bells and drums roared together, which was heart-stirring.
Hundreds of lay believers and Lama monks sit neatly in a ring around the towering altar in the center, forming a solemn and sacred practice mandala.
Their faces were pious and they were chanting words. The sound of chanting sutras echoed in the hall, as if they were whispering to the statues of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
And sitting on the altar was a middle-aged man named Lama, who was about forty years old.
He was wearing a black and red monk's robe, with gold embroidery on the collar and cuffs, showing a bit of low-key luxury.
His cheeks looked thin and angular, and a pair of Tortoiseshell Glassess were placed on his tall nose, which added a bit of elegance to him. His carefully trimmed beard also gave him a touch of majesty.
At this moment, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was in the standard lotus position Meditative Posture. His posture was as calm as a mountain, as if he was integrated with the altar.
Make a mudra with both hands in front of the abdomen and touch lightly with your fingertips.
As the sutras are murmured in the mouth, the surrounding air seems to be slightly fluctuating, leading the rhythm of Brahma Voice, immersing the entire Buddhist hall in a solemn and peaceful atmosphere of practice.
At the same time, the chanting under the altar became more powerful, like a surging river, rushing with endless power of faith.
Beads of sweat gradually formed on the foreheads of the lay people and monks, but their eyes became more determined. Under the light, they flashed with persistence in seeking the Buddha Faith.
Brahma Voice curled up, penetrated the carved doors and windows of the temple, floated towards Mountain Forest outside the temple, startled a few perching birds, and merged into the boundless night.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
There was a soft "crunch" sound.
Two Lama wearing Black Robe hurriedly walked in, looking directly at the Lama sitting high on the altar.
Their steps paused slightly, as if they had something important to report and were afraid of disturbing this sacred practice.
Then he quietly found an empty seat and sat down, clasped his hands together, recited scriptures along with everyone else, and quickly merged into the evening class.
Unknowingly, the night has darkened, the sound of chanting has gradually faded, and the evening class is coming to an end.
The lay people and monks stood up slowly, put their hands together, and bowed deeply to the host at the altar to express their gratitude for the day's practice time.
Afterwards, they exited the hall in an orderly manner and disappeared into the night-shrouded corridor.
Only the slightly swaying oil lamp and three figures were left.
Lama, who was sitting on the altar, slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the two people who came in before, and opened his lips slightly:
"Zha Xi, Duo Ji, are you back?"
"Revered One."
The two Lama put their hands together, bent down and bowed their heads, and responded to the salute with a tone of respect.
"How was it going out this time?"
Looking at the empty hands of the two people, Revered One couldn't help but frown slightly. "Where is Golden Benba Vase?"
After listening to Revered One's question, Zha Xi, who was taking the lead, took a step forward with a slight look of shame on his face and reported:
"Today, the disciples and others were ordered by Revered One to search for the whereabouts of Sacred Object. During the process, they encountered some twists and turns. Fortunately, they finally fulfilled their mission and got a key piece of information."
Seeing the disciple's words flickering, obviously not completing the task as expected, Revered One showed a hint of displeasure and ordered in a deep voice:
"Explain it to me carefully."
"Yes, Revered One."
Zha Xi swallowed and chose to report truthfully:
"Following your prediction, the two disciples went to Liuli Old Street where Sacred Object had appeared. After inquiring, they identified a Antique dealer named Xu Sanduo. He recently got something leaked from Western Mountain Ancient Tomb, which was suspected to be the Golden Benba Vase we were looking for, so they went to find out."
"After entering the store, we didn't make too many detours and directly made our intention clear to the store owner. We thought that he, an ordinary businessman, would cooperate obediently when he saw us fighting."
"But Xu Sanduo pretended to be stupid and refused to tell the truth. I was anxious and took coercive measures so that he would know how powerful he was and would obey him."
"Who would have known that there would be a powerful character in the store at this time, who caught us off guard..."
"Yeah."
Having said this, the impatient Duo Ji immediately took over the conversation:
"Revered One, that man is very powerful in martial arts. He subdued Zha Xi with one move. He was very powerful."
"I stood guard at the door and tried to help but it was too late. He even knocked me down. At that time, I planned to use my abilities to deal with him, but I was stopped by Senior Brother Zha Xi..."
Revered One heard this, his brows tightened, his eyes full of doubts:
"Can you subdue the two of you just by using martial arts?"
Zha Xi saw this and quickly added:
"Revered One, that man not only has exquisite martial arts moves, but also has amazing strength. If calculated according to the level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, he has reached at least the eighth level. I have now reached the fifth level. Compared with him, I am completely different and have no power to fight back."
While observing his words and expressions, he explained carefully to prove that it was not that he was incompetent, but that his opponent was simply too strong and beyond his capabilities.
Revered One stared slightly, thinking to himself, when did such a powerful character appear in Eastern Capital Underworld.
You must know that Dragon Elephant Prajna Art belongs to the Esoteric Sect's supreme Guardian magical power, which is divided into thirteen levels.
This Cultivation Method is powerful, fierce, and extremely domineering. Its function is very simple, it is to enhance the power of the punch. It is said that one force can reduce ten skills.
Every time you reach a level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, you will have the power of one dragon and one elephant, that is, the power of a giant python plus an adult elephant, which is roughly estimated to be about three tons.
If one reaches the eighth level of cultivation and a Boxing is released, the impact force can reach at least twenty tons, and the destructive power is huge beyond ordinary people's imagination.
In today's Spiritual Qi era of sparse technology, being able to reach this level purely by relying on Body Lean's physical strength can already be called a hero.
Even among the Esoteric Sect who pursue physical Indestructible Diamond Body, there are only a handful of them.
Revered One was worried, nodded slightly, chose to believe Zha Xi's judgment, and then asked:
"Do you know his origin? Is he someone from other forces preparing to compete for Sacred Object?"
"I forgive my disciple for being incompetent. We were at a disadvantage at that time and were simply unable to investigate its origins in detail."
Zha Xi looked ashamed and then said:
"However, because of this person's help in interrogation, we learned from Xu Sanduo that Golden Benba Vase has fallen into the hands of the Lu Family."
"Lu Family?"
Revered One Hearing this, his eyes behind the lenses narrowed slightly, as if he was considering the credibility of these words.
Although he has only been at Eastern Capital for less than a year, he has already heard about this veteran brand Conglomerates Influential Families.
Lu Family's forces in the black and white circles are intricately connected and their hands and eyes are all-powerful. If they really get Golden Benba Vase and want to Snatching Food from the Tiger's Mouth again, the consequences will be huge.
Zha Xi and Duo Ji stood there and did not dare to move rashly. They lowered their heads and took a breath, quietly waiting for further instructions from Revered One.
The hall was silent for a moment, except for the swaying sound of Candle Flame. The light and shadow danced on the faces of the three people, reflecting either solemn or anxious expressions.
After a long time, Revered One asked again:
"What happens after that? Have you heard any more news?"
Zha Xi felt a shiver in his heart, knowing that Revered One meant to ask himself whether he had verified the situation.
So he lowered his head and replied respectfully:
"On their way back, the two disciples went to find an informant they were familiar with. After asking around, they discovered that some of the Lu Family's recent actions do seem unusual. It seems that he is also being secretly targeted by several other forces."
"Moreover, I got a piece of news from the underground Black Market trading point. Someone secretly revealed that the collector of Golden Benba Vase plans to send it to the annual International Shadow Auction."
"So, the disciple feels that it is very likely that Golden Benba Vase will fall into the hands of the Lu Family."
Duo Ji also took a step forward and said slightly anxiously:
"Revered One, this Golden Benba Vase should be our Black Sect's. We must not let it flow into the auction and lose our face. If the leader learns of this news, I am afraid he will blame us."
Revered One nodded slightly, with a flash of light in his eyes:
"Lu Family... Humph, dignified Chaebol, Eastern Capital and Spear Hand have a clairvoyant eye, and they actually leaked the news this time, I'm afraid they have ulterior motives..."
He murmured quietly, tapping his fingers on the altar, as if thinking about a countermeasure.
After a moment, he slowly spoke:
"Since I was demoted to preach at Eastern Capital a year ago, I have been fortunate enough to be inspired by God despite going through hardships."
"Now I have received the news that Golden Benba Vase was born. It seems that God is favoring me. If I can win this Sacred Object and bring it back, it will definitely help me regain a foothold in the church. When I return to the snowy land in the future, I may be able to compete for the position of Dharma King with this credit!"
Revered One stood up, his tall figure looking even more majestic under the reflection of Candle Flame.
"Golden Benba Vase, related to Dharma Lineage, is the key to opening many rituals and reviving the prestige of the Black Sect. I am determined to win. Since all forces have taken action, we cannot sit still and wait for death."
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Scanning the two of them sharply, Revered One then said:
"Zha Xi, Duo Ji, you should continue to pay attention to the movements of all parties in the past few days, especially Lu Family, and report immediately as soon as there is news. When the time is right, we will take action, even if it is a dragon's den, we must welcome Golden Benba Vase back to the temple."
"As long as you act faithfully, I will naturally not treat you badly. In the future, I will ascend the throne of Dharma King, and you two will be Left and Right Guardians."
"Yes, Revered One!"
Zha Xi and Duo Ji responded in unison, clasping their hands together, their eyes full of fiery meaning.
Revered One waved his hand:
"Go down and get ready."
The two bowed and retreated, and silence returned to the hall.
Only Revered One stood on the altar, staring out the window at the night, seeming to be still thinking about something.
Hotel room.
Crystal Chandelier is like an upside-down star tree, shining bright Light Screen.
The combined stereo speakers play soothing classical music, like a stream gently flowing.
There was a "squeak" sound.
The heavy and delicate Glass door of the bathroom was pushed open, and the dense water vapor floated out together with the comfort after bathing.
Fang Cheng has bare feet and only a bath towel on her body, revealing her firm and well-lined chest muscles.
Her hair is wet, and a few strands of hair hang down in front of her forehead, adding a bit of laziness and casualness.
The lighting in the room is adjusted to just the right warm yellow color, which is not dazzling but also makes the room feel warm and luxurious.
The melodious melody slowly echoes in your ears, as if you are in a peaceful music palace.
Fang Cheng walked towards the window, and the electric curtains slowly slid open to both sides, revealing an entire floor-to-ceiling window.
Hotel The lush scenery of the garden blows in front of you, and the various flowers seem to be covered with a light veil.
Looking from afar, YuLong Lake is like a huge Mirror, glowing with fine silver light, embracing the stars and hazy moonlight in the sky.
Such poetic scenery, with a panoramic view, is simply refreshing.
After being intoxicated for a while, Fang Cheng turned around and laid his eyes on the dining car.
The waiter has already delivered the late night snack I ordered earlier.
Some of the steaks were just coming out of the pan, and they were still steaming and full of meaty aroma.
Fang Cheng pinched a piece with his own hands, opened his mouth and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
The sharp teeth cut into the steak, and the meat juice instantly exploded in his mouth. He couldn't help chewing more, and his cheeks moved accordingly.
After swallowing in three or two times, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.
Fang Cheng then picked up a bottle of red wine worth several thousand yuan, directly opened the cork, and poured it into his mouth like he was drinking Mineral Water.
After drinking heavily, he wiped his lower lips and hummed comfortably:
"This is how to enjoy life..."
In the future, when I have money, I can rent a room in Hotel for many years. It seems really good.
The thought flashed past, and Fang Cheng couldn't help but laugh to himself.
I used to always say that my uncle made a fortune and spent money lavishly, but now I have become like this.
Perhaps it confirms the saying, those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black.
But money, once earned, should be spent. Being a miser is never a good thing.
Fang Cheng is thinking that after Antique successfully sells those few pieces, he can first buy a car for transportation.
Having a car makes it more convenient to go to work or go out to do errands. You can also take the opportunity to practice Driving Skills, killing two birds with one stone.
But this matter cannot be rushed, it will take at least a week or two.
When he thought of Antique, Fang Cheng looked a little more solemn.
After experiencing what happened yesterday afternoon, he suggested that Xu Sanduo temporarily close the store to avoid the limelight.
After all, when the two Lama communicated in Snowy Plateau's words, Fang Cheng could hear them clearly. There seemed to be a big shot named Revered One behind them.
The Jinba Ben Ping has an extraordinary origin and will inevitably involve many forces.
Once a small Antique dealer like Xu Sanduo gets involved, his bones and scraps may be swallowed up.
Even Fang Cheng himself, faced with this complicated situation, cannot guarantee that he will escape unscathed.
While he was thinking, Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly froze as he looked out the floor-to-ceiling window, as if his attention was attracted by something.
But outside the Hotel gate, my uncle looked hurriedly and walked towards a Black Business Van parked not far away.
Through the car window Glass, you can vaguely see the people sitting inside, including men and women, with different appearances.
They were either sitting upright or whispering to each other, exuding a mysterious energy.
One of the old men wearing round-rimmed glasses seemed to be the mysterious guest who appeared in Master Lin's Shop a few days ago.
Fang Cheng frowned slightly.
Although I have only met him once, I will never forget him with my photographic memory.
Are they my uncle's business partners?
While I was secretly speculating, another deep and powerful Engine sound came from my ears.
Fang Cheng turned around and saw a red Sports Sedan with smooth lines coming into view.
The beauty driving this coupe is bright and charming, with gentle eyes. She is Lin Chuqiao.
I saw her driving her car, following the commercial car leisurely, heading towards West Lake Road, and soon disappeared into the night.