Qi Dangxian had a serious discussion with Xiang Dongqing, and then Xiang Dongqing decided to invest 500 million to open a pharmaceutical company in cooperation with Xuanwu Mountain.
Xiang Dongqing holds 60% of the shares, Xuanwushan holds 30% of the shares, Qi Yiyi... 10%.
This made Qi Dangxian couldn't help but complain again in his heart. He is indeed a dog capitalist, using his hard-earned money to go whoring for free...
Xiang Dongqing's eyes narrowed and she asked, "Huh? Why do you feel so dissatisfied?"
Qi Dangxian laughed and said: "Where, where... there is no such thing!"
After returning to the hotel, Xiang Dongqing did not immediately extend an invitation to drink coffee together. He even said in advance that he was tired and wanted to go to bed early.
Of course Qi Dangxian knew what he meant when he said something like this, but he was so thick-skinned that he followed him to the door of his room and was forcefully pushed out.
It was only at this moment that Monk Wuxin, who was beaten beyond recognition by Qi Dangxian, was finally out of danger and was pushed into the ward with his head covered with bandages.
Monk Wuxin opened his eyes and exhaled slowly. His eyes were dull and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Wuxin, why couldn't you dodge such a punch?" Monk Weilong sat beside Monk Wuxin, silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.
Monk Wu Xin shook his head and said: "This person's Kung Fu cannot be judged by ordinary people's thinking. My Buddhist Dharma cultivation and Kung Fu cultivation are not enough after all. How can a mortal understand the thoughts of gods...
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Monk Weilong frowned and said, "Is it because of the spirit of Samson that the Holy Religion Pope mentioned? Because there is such a strange thing, that's why you..."
Monk Wuxin shook his head and said: "I have been practicing Buddhism for so many years and I have met many strange people. However, I can clearly sense that he only has his own soul in him, and there is no Samson spirit... The Samson spirit is only
It's just a gimmick created by the Pope in order to elevate this person's status in the Holy Church."
Monk Weilong bared his teeth and said: "Then we have suffered a big loss this time. After listening to the words of the person above, we targeted him... Look, those bull-nosed and monkey-like spirits in the Taoist sect actually remained neutral at this critical moment."
Monk Wu Xin said: "It was probably Zhang Tianshi who came forward and said something. This person used the turtle and snake mudra when fighting you. He obviously inherited the essence of Taoism."
After being silent for a moment, Monk Weilong said: "Today, the Buddhist family has lost such a big face to this guy. Master, he has already called back to the temple to ask for Senior Jiuheng."
Wu Xin was shocked when he heard this.
Jiuheng, that is a senior member of their Buddhist sect, but he is still in his prime.
Because he committed a murder, he was imprisoned in the Tower of Thought by the previous host.
Both he and Weilong have seen this Jiuheng. He is strong, rough-looking, and angry. When he speaks, he is like a big bell shaking, which can make people's eardrums buzz!
"I didn't expect that Senior Jiuheng would be asked to come forward this time." Wuxin clasped his hands together with difficulty and sighed, "This is our fault for failing to protect the face of the Buddhist family."
Weilong couldn't help but shook his head slightly, and couldn't help but ask: "Do you think the resurrection of Patriarch Bodhidharma is better or worse than him?"
Wu Xin was speechless. He didn't know what to choose for a while, because today he also faced Qi Dangxian's terrifying and violent power. How could ordinary people resist such power?
Early the next morning, a tall, middle-aged man appeared in front of everyone in the Buddhist sect.
This monk is actually in his fifties, but he was only in his twenties when he held the elixir. Holding the elixir at such a young age allowed him to stabilize his energy and blood and delay aging, so he looked like he was only in his thirties.
He looks about 10 years old, very young.
This man's head was full of crazy hair, like a lion's mane, and his hair was so black that it was shiny, as if it had been smeared with tung oil.
His eyes were particularly scary. When he looked at them, lightning flashed out, directly striking people's hearts.
"Amitabha, Jiuhing, long time no see!" The old Buddhist monk appeared in front of him, raised one hand and said in a deep voice.
Jiuheng didn't pay attention to the old monk, but looked around and said: "Where is it? Where is the young man who has become a god in martial arts? Let me see, look for me!!!"
When everyone in the Buddhist sect heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other, and some people who knew Jiuheng couldn't help but smile bitterly.
After so many years, Jiuheng still hasn't changed, he still looks like that crazy person.
"Don't be impatient, you will bump into him on the mountain today!" the old monk said in a deep voice.
Jiuheng closed his eyes and murmured: "I can already feel it... He should be nearby, what a strong aura! Even though Xuanwu Mountain is a Taoist holy land with a strong magnetic field, his aura can be
It's faintly revealed. Okay, okay... This person's not only martial arts cultivation, but also his spiritual cultivation has reached an incredible realm."
Everyone in the Buddhist sect was speechless. Everyone wanted to come up and say hello to Jiuheng, but unexpectedly, Jiuheng seemed not to see them.
The old monk sighed helplessly and said: "Let's go up the mountain first. There is a conference to be held today! It is up to you to recover the face that our Buddhist sect lost at the conference yesterday."
Jiuheng licked the corner of his mouth and said: "I don't care about losing face. I just want to see how powerful this young man who has practiced kung fu to this level is!"
While he was speaking, he squeezed his fist and made two bangs, and the air in his palm actually made a popping sound!
"Senior Jiuheng has been locked in the Tower of Thought for so many years, but it gives people the feeling that he is getting more and more powerful..."
"The Siguo Pagoda is not a place for people to stay. Senior Jiuheng stayed there for twenty years and didn't have any mental problems, but his kung fu got even higher. It's really incredible."
The place in Siguo Tower is equivalent to the solitary cell in a prison. Twenty-four hours a day, only when the sun reaches its highest point, a little sunlight can shine in. Normally, it is so dark that you can hardly see your fingers.
Jiuheng has been locked up in this place for twenty years. He has not gone crazy, but his martial arts has become more refined. This makes everyone's three views feel subverted.
At this time, Qi Dangxian lazily opened his eyes.
After a very comfortable sleep, when I got up, my muscles and bones were shaking all over, and I was immediately making crisp noises.
"Huh?" He landed with his feet on the ground and couldn't help but slightly twitching his brows, "Buddhism is indeed extraordinary. It only took one night to invite such a powerful master!"
Obviously, he also felt the changes in the aura in this area of Xuanwu Mountain.
His spiritual realm is powerful, and he can also mentally perceive changes in the magnetic field. Jiuheng is an extremely powerful warrior, and his own magnetic field is equally strong, and it has already vaguely affected the magnetic field in the Xuanwu Mountain area.