Qi Shuinxian discussed with Xiang Dongqing seriously, and then Xiang Dongqing decided to invest 500 million to cooperate with Xuanwu Mountain to open a pharmaceutical company.

Xiang Dongqing holds 60% of the shares, Xuanwu Mountain holds 30% of the shares, is it easy to... 10%.

This made Qi Jianxian complain again in his heart. He is worthy of being a dog capitalist. He uses the hard-earned money he earns for free...

Xiang Dongqing's eyes sterned and she asked, "Hmm? Why do you feel very dissatisfied!"

Qi Xinxian laughed and said, "Where, where... there is no such thing!"

After returning to the hotel, Xiang Dongqing didn't match her and sent an invitation to drink coffee together. She even said in advance that she was tired and wanted to rest early.

People say this, so of course Qi Shuinxian knows what it means, but he is thick-skinned and forcefully follows him to the door of his room, and then someone forcibly pushed it out.

It was not until this moment that the monk Wuxin, who was beaten unrecognizable by Qi Wenxian, was out of danger and was pushed into the ward with a bandage on his head.

Monk Wuxin opened his eyes and slowly let out a breath, his eyes were dull, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Wuxin, why can't you avoid such a punch?" Monk Weilong sat upright beside Monk Wuxin, silent for a while, and finally couldn't help asking.

Monk Wuxin shook his head and said, "This person's kung fu can no longer be guessed by ordinary people's thinking. My Buddhist cultivation and kung fu cultivation are not enough after all. So, how can a mortal, understand the minds of gods..."

Monk Weilong frowned and said, "Is it because of the spirit of Samson mentioned by the Pope of the Holy Church? Because there is such a strange thing, you..."

Monk Wuxin shook his head and said, "I have practiced Buddhism for so many years and have seen many strange people. However, I can clearly sense that he only has his own soul and no Samson spirit... The Samson spirit is just a gimmick created by the Pope, in order to enhance this person's status in the Holy Church."

Monk Weilong grinned his teeth and said, "Then we are losing a lot this time. After listening to the above people, we are targeting him... Look at the Taoist sect's bull-nosed monkey spirit, they are actually neutral at this critical moment."

Monk Wuxin said: "It's probably because Master Zhang Tian came forward to say something. This person used the handprint of the turtle and snake when he fought with you, which obviously leads to the essence of Taoism."

After a moment of silence, the monk Weilong said, "Today, Buddhism has lost such a big face on this guy. Master Master has called back to the temple to invite Senior Jiuheng."

Wuxin was shocked when he heard this.

Jiuhen, that was a senior of great seniority among them, but he was in his prime.

Because of committing murder, he was imprisoned by the previous presidency in the Tower of Thoughts.

He and Weilong have seen this Jiuheng. He is strong and rough in appearance. He is angry and sways like a big bell when he speaks, which can make people's eardrums buzz!

"I didn't expect that this time I would let Senior Jiuheng come forward." Wuxin clasped his hands together with difficulty and sighed, "This is the sin of our waiting period, and he failed to protect the Buddhist face."

Weilong couldn't help but shook his head slightly and couldn't help asking, "You said, what's better than him, the resurrection of the Patriarch Bodhidharma?"

Wuxin was speechless and didn't know how to choose for a while, because he also faced Qi Shenxian's terrifying and violent power today. How could such a power be withstood by ordinary people?

The next morning, a tall and burly middle-aged man appeared in front of the Buddhist community.

This monk is actually in his fifties, but he was only in his twenties when he hugged the pill. At the age of a young age, he stabilized his qi and blood and delayed his aging. So he looked like he was only about thirty years old and was very young.

The man's hair was blown up like a lion's mane, and his hair was a little shiny, as if he had applied tung oil.

His eyes were particularly scary, and lightning was growing in his eyes, which hit people's hearts.

"Amitabha, Nine Humph, I haven't seen you for a long time!" The old Buddhist monk appeared in front of him, raised his hand and said in a deep voice.

Jiuheng didn't care about the old monk, but looked around and said, "Where is it? Where is the young man who has mastered martial arts? Let me take a look and show it to me!!!"

When the Buddhist people heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other. Some people who knew Jiuhen couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After so many years, Jiuheng still has not changed, and he is still crazy.

"Don't be anxious, you will run into him on the mountain today!" the old monk said in a deep voice.

Jiuhen closed his eyes and murmured: "I have already felt... he should be nearby, with such a powerful aura! Even though Xuanwu Mountain is a Taoist holy land and its magnetic field is strong, his aura can faintly reveal it. Good... This person not only has martial arts cultivation, but also has reached an incredible state."

The Buddhist people couldn't help but speechless. Everyone wanted to come up and say hello to Jiuheng, but unexpectedly, Jiuheng seemed to have not seen them.

The old monk sighed helplessly and said, "Let's go up the mountain first, there is a conference to be held today! Yesterday, you will find the face that our Buddhists lost at the conference."

Jiuheng licked the corner of his mouth and said, "It's not about face. I don't care. I just want to see how powerful young people who have reached this level of kung fu are!"

While he was speaking, he pinched his fist and thumped it twice, and the air in his palm actually made a burst of noise!

"Senior Jiuheng was locked in the Thought Tower for so many years, but he gave people a feeling of becoming more and more powerful..."

"That is not a place for people to stay. Senior Jiuheng has been there for twenty years. Not only does it have any mental problems, but his skills have become even higher. It is indeed incredible."

The place in Sigutan is equivalent to the confinement room in the prison. Twenty-four hours a day, only when the sun rises to its highest point, a little sunlight can shine in. Usually, it is so dark that it almost leaves no fingers.

Jiuheng was locked in such a place for twenty years, but he did not go crazy, but his martial arts became more diligent, which made everyone's three views feel subverted.

At this time, Qi Jianxian opened his eyes lazily.

After a comfortable sleep, I got up and got up, my muscles and bones were shaking, and I immediately burst into crisp sounds.

"Huh?" He fell to the ground and his eyebrows moved slightly, "Buddhism is indeed extraordinary. He only invited such a powerful master in one night!"

Obviously, he also felt the changes in the aura of Xuanwu Mountain.
Chapter completed!