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Chapter 138 Tantric Buddhism
"Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Qi, and I am the grandson of Mr. Zhang Yan."
Zhang Qi bowed deeply to all the seniors present.
"Lao Zhang's grandson, no wonder he has this temperament, he looks just like Lao Zhang."
There were several old people sitting in the back, looking at Zhang Qi and whispering to each other.
"Of course, some people don't have to worry. I didn't come back this time to grab the location of Longhu Mountain, because I have no interest in that location - it's just a place where a bunch of bastards gather, so I'd better stay away. It’s a little further there.”
Zhang Qi glanced at Zhang Han with a hint of disdain in his tone.
"The boy is a little crazy, but I don't blame him. After all, everyone knows what happened back then."
The corridor leader talked to some old friends next to him.
"I just want to tell you something when I come back this time. On my mother's order, I am engaged to a girl. I just want to tell you when I come back this time that the Zhang family in Longhu Mountain will probably not be extinct."
Zhang Qi said to everyone, and the audience below immediately fell into a strange silence.
"Good boy, it's interesting, and it's to my liking."
Zou Shu stroked his beard and said with a smile.
A group of people in the audience immediately started laughing.
"But after I came back, I seemed to feel that the atmosphere was not very friendly."
Zhang Qi slowly walked down from the stage at this time. For some reason, the audience, which had some sporadic laughter, suddenly became quiet.
When Zhang Qi walked down the steps, the old people in charge of the big sect below actually felt a sense of oppression. For them, this feeling had not been seen for a long time.
"When Emperor Wu ascended the throne, he was almost this majestic."
At the very back of the auditorium, a woman wearing a white down jacket smiled and said to her companion next to her.
"Sister, you have such a good memory, I almost forgot all about it."
The best friend next to her in a leaf-green down jacket shrank her shoulders again, and then continued with a grimace:
"This auditorium is heated, but why is it still so cold? Let's go back to West Lake in two days"...
"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, don't tell me that after practicing for thousands of years you are still afraid of the slightly cold northeast wind"...
The woman in the white down jacket said with some disdain.
"Ah, I just want to be coquettish"...
The woman in the green down jacket scratched her head in embarrassment.
"But, sister, we lied to your great-granddaughter before that we had returned to our hometown in West Lake. If she finds out that we haven't left at all, she won't be angry."...
"What are you afraid of? That's my junior. He refuses to cook for us two and lets us eat cold steamed buns in the cafeteria of the compound."...
The voice of the woman in white became lower and lower.
"Forget it, sister, let's go over and apologize later. I really don't want to eat compressed cookies anymore"...
The woman in green clothes said with a sad face.
"There is no way, who told us that we have no money? No bank dares to collect those gold ingots hidden under Leifeng Pagoda"...
The woman in white held her forehead and said.
"But I am more interested in the little kid named Zhang Qi. He has such an aura at a young age, and the dragon blood in him seems to have been activated by something. If he is willing, I think he can It is not difficult to make most of the leaders kneel down when they see him for the first time."
The woman in white squinted her eyes and looked at Zhang Qi in the front row, her mouth curved with excitement.
"Ah, the awakened Dragonborn? I haven't seen him for hundreds of years."
The woman wearing a green down jacket wrapped her down jacket tightly and murmured to herself.
"I heard Xiaolin tell me that this child killed a 1000-year-old basilisk at Hogwarts two months ago, and he killed it alone. He could do this at the age of 11. He will definitely be in China in the future. The pillar of the Xuan Shu Association."
The White Lady turned her eyes and looked at the groaning middle-aged fat monk on the floor, with a gloating smile on her face again.
"I like this kid's way of doing things. This time he gave us a bad breath. If he comes to us for any needs next time, we will have to act like landlords."
"There is really nothing good about Buddhism, especially the Tantric sect represented by this monk. He actually used the human skin, wet intestines, and thigh bones of living people to make magical instruments. I think I was too kind when I ransacked the homes of those lamas. If they don’t, they should be tied up one by one in the vegetable market to light up sky lanterns”!
The White Lady looked at the resentful monk on the ground, her eyebrows almost knitted together.
"It's impossible for this guy to just give up after being insulted like this. I guess Zhang Qi might be in some danger."
Xiaoqing, wrapped in a down jacket, said softly.
"People have helped us, so naturally we have to make some gestures. If this bald donkey really dares to do something outrageous"...
The White Lady sneered and gently touched the soft sword on her waist with her palm.
"Let's cut off his fat head and throw it to the Ancestral Temple to worship heaven"!
At this moment, the middle-aged monk who was sitting on the ground had quickly gotten up, but just when he was about to open his mouth to curse, he shivered inexplicably.
"Why, elder, do you want to show off with me, a junior?"
Zhang Qi almost laughed out loud when he saw the monk's resentful look.
But Xu Lin next to her narrowed her eyes.
People in Tantric Buddhism are not good people. Although the house raids more than 40 years ago have almost completely cut off the source of evil, there are still some people who ignore morality and law and do some outrageous things in order to gain powerful power.
Originally, these matters should have been under the jurisdiction of the health office of the China Mystic Arts Association. However, in the past two years, the health office's performance has become more and more difficult, so a large part of the cases have been backlogged on Xu Lin's desk.
Those bloody and cruel realities are stimulating this young general who is less than 35 years old all the time. The facts and information of many cases are enough to make a experienced police officer vomit.
China is really too big, especially in some remote areas, and it is sometimes difficult to govern it.
But this kind of thing...
If the person who provokes the most fun is killed, some forces with other ideas will not dare to move with their tails between their legs.
"How about starting with him"?
Xu Lin's eyes when she looked at the middle-aged monk were now cold, as if she were looking at a corpse in a coffin.
In her eyes, that person was already dead.