No matter it is this strange bamboo that can leave behind the dissipated soul of a person after death.
It is still the clay Buddha statue that is so defiant that it can absorb the power of faith of Buddhist believers.
Both of these were extremely unusual magic weapons. At least Shu Guan could not judge the grade of these two magic weapons at all.
But Shu Guan is sure that although these two magic weapons are not very offensive, they are definitely higher in grade than Shan Ji Guan's three great treasures of tranquillity.
With such two rare treasures, and at the same time what the old monk Kuzhu said just now, their Xinxiang Temple has been inherited since ancient times, so naturally this small temple has existed longer than the Seven Immortals Alliance. The history is much longer.
This Xinxiang Temple is probably a very special lineage of Buddhism.
As for what was so special, Shu Guan had no intention of delving into it for the time being. He knew that even if he asked, the old monk in front of him with his evasive and cunning eyes would probably not tell the truth.
Just like the things he just said, I'm afraid there are still some inaccuracies.
Unless you use some ruthless means, don't even think about asking about the true origin of this Xinxiang Temple.
The problem is that Shuguan feels there is no need to explore the secrets of this Xinxiang Temple.
People always have some secrets.
As long as the secret didn't hurt him or cause any disastrous consequences, Shu Guan felt there was no need to explore it.
It was like he was sitting in this Xinxiang Temple right now, just because he was curious about what kind of practitioner he was and planned the robbery of An Fengjun.
Before coming here, Shu Guan never thought about what he had to do.
Because during the entire incident, except for An Fengjun who lost some money, no one was really harmed.
Shu Guan suddenly remembered a detail, that is, when An Fengjun asked the homeless people yesterday, the homeless people said that their boss specifically told them that they could not really beat people to death.
Whether it was out of caution or for some other reason, if he could explain this specifically, at least this young monk, even if he had some evil tendencies, was not a treacherous person.
Moreover, although the purpose of these things they did was to reshape the body of the old monk Kuzhu, the final result still benefited the refugees and Kuhan people in the surrounding area.
Regardless of the nature of the master and disciple, this incident is not a bad thing!
If you were a disciple of the Seven Immortals Alliance, how would you deal with such a thing?
Shu Guan thought.
Even now, he often still thinks about something unconsciously with the thinking of the Alliance of Seven Immortals.
...Well, no matter what, the actions of the master and apprentice have violated the laws of heaven.
If they are disciples of the Seven Immortals Alliance, they should be given a warning so that they can no longer rob people of money, but they won't really do anything to the master and disciple!
At least if I was sent to deal with this matter, I would definitely let the master and disciple go.
The problem is that he is no longer a disciple of the Seven Immortals Alliance.
So what I can do is not just "let him go".
After thinking about something, Shu Guan laughed, and then looked at the master and disciple thoughtfully.
But his smile made the hearts of the two monks at Xinxiang Temple suddenly beat several times.
"How is your current injury and recovery going?"
Then Shu Guan asked the old monk a question first.
The old monk Kuzhu was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Shu Guan to ask such a question.
At the same time, his eyes with a faint golden glow suddenly shrank, and a hint of alertness and suspicion flashed across his eyes.
Of course, the look on his face was still very honest.
"The old monk's physical body has actually not been completely reshaped. Now it is only because it is integrated with this Buddha statue that it can stand in front of you. If it leaves the Buddha statue, it will immediately fall apart."
Kuzhu said with a wry smile.
"Furthermore, with Master's appearance this time, most of the telepathy power absorbed by Baoyue may have been lost."
Then the young monk next to him also said the same thing.
Kuzhu quickly glared at Duzhu, then smiled at Shuguan and said:
"This benefactor, I'm sorry for speaking so freely. I hope you'll forgive me."
Shu Guan also laughed dumbly.
Dare you dare to say that the master and apprentice are playing a double act with themselves to express sympathy?
"So how long will it take for your injury to fully heal?"
Shu Guan asked again.
"If he could absorb so much belief power every day like this month, the old monk could fully recover within three years."
"Only now..."
The old monk Kuzhu glanced at Shu Guan cautiously and did not continue.
"Perhaps I can help you to recover from your injuries faster."
Shu Guan said this lightly.
The two monks, Kuzhu and Duzhu, an old man and a young man, were shaken and looked at Shu Guan with their mouths open, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Shuguan, on the other hand, had already stood up leisurely and waved to the young monk.
"You go to a place with me."
After that, he put his hands behind his hands and walked towards the outside of Xinxiang Temple.
Yes, he decided to help this old monk named Kuzhu.
Of course, Shu Guan was not a Holy Mother with boundless sympathy. He naturally had his own purpose in helping this old monk.
Give today and take back tomorrow.
This is still related to his goal of controlling the entire Shanghai.
He needs help.
In the process of controlling Shen City, he will inevitably conflict with many people and forces. Shu Guan is unwilling and unable to do everything personally, let alone be enemies with all practitioners.
He needs some practitioners to be on his side and help him do something by the way.
As for this pair of masters and disciples, one is at the peak of the Fetal Movement Realm, and the other is just acquainted with the Eighth Layer Tower for the first time. Their strength is quite good, and they seem to have many mysterious magical powers. Just like this young monk Duzhu, despite being beaten by him just now Eat to death.
But the question is who are you?
There is no comparison with yourself.
That Duzhu, even in the Seven Immortals Alliance, is enough to join the ranks of the second-generation elite disciples. Whether it is the magic that summons thick fog or the magical power that he suddenly left later, they are all very powerful skills. Dharma also shows that the inheritance of this Xinxiang Temple will never be weaker than those of the sects of the Seven Immortals Alliance.
Moreover, this Duzhu can also arrange magic circles, making him a practitioner with quite comprehensive abilities.
As for his master Ku Zhu, because he was seriously injured, Shu Guan had just stabbed him again to stop the old monk from moving, so he didn't know what tricks the old monk knew.
But observing the master as a disciple, it seems that this old monk's magical powers are naturally more powerful than those of his disciples.
Of course, neither the master nor the disciple is a friendly pair, so it will be up to you how to control them from now on.
Behind him, Ku Zhu and Du Zhu, master and disciple, looked at each other, the shock in their eyes still lingering.
"master……"
Duzhu looked at Kuzhu hesitantly.
"You go with him!"
An unpredictable light flashed in Kuzhu's eyes, he gritted his teeth and said decisively.
"You do whatever he asks you to do!"
…
The black car stopped steadily.
Xiaojian got down from the driver's seat and opened the back seat door respectfully.
"Mr. Shu, Paramount is here."
Then Shuguan and Duzhu walked out of the luxurious carriage.
As for why they were here, it was because an hour ago, Shu Guan took Du Zhu to Du Mansion.
The way he chose to help the old monk Ku Zhu was to throw the matter to Du Wenqiang.
Although Du Wenqiang is a powerful man on the road and a leader of the Youth Gang, he is extremely dedicated to doing these things. He is even the vice president of the Dahua Charity Federation. The money he spends on various charities every year probably takes up a lot of his net worth. one third of .
Shuguan planned to let Du Wenqiang open a relief point directly at Xinxiang Temple, but it was this young monk who came forward to help all the refugees living in the south of the city.
In this way, more refugees will come to Xinxiang Temple, and Xinxiang Temple will no longer have to worry about financial problems, and there is no need to rob the rich people in the city.
As for whether they can turn those refugees into believers of their Xinxiang Temple, absorb the refugees' faith and power, and help Kuzhu heal his wounds.
Shu Guan believed that this young monk, who had excellent acting talent and was born with the appearance of a monk, could easily do it.
But after arriving at Du Mansion, I found that Du Wenqiang was not at home tonight.
Just when they were about to leave, they bumped into Xiaojian who was returning in Du Wenqiang's car.
It turned out that Du Wenqiang was entertaining several important guests at the Paramount, the best dance hall in Shanghai, tonight, and Xiaojian was sent back to get something.
So Shuguan and Duzhu arrived here in Du Wenqiang's car.
After getting off the black car, Shu Guan raised his head and looked across the street.
At that moment, even though I was used to seeing tall buildings in my previous life, I still sighed in admiration.
It was a three-story, oblong building, with a huge cylindrical lamppost standing on the top of the building.
The lampposts rotate with brilliant lights of various colors, illuminating the entire building with splendor, like a pearl on the streets of Shanghai at night.
Above the tall and magnificent glass revolving door at the front of the building, the five characters "Parlem Hotel" decorated with neon lights exude a dazzling aura.
This is now the most luxurious hotel in Shanghai, the top entertainment venue in Shanghai, and a gold-selling cave where the city's dignitaries and celebrities flock to.
It is said that the dancers inside can earn between 3,000 and 6,000 silver dollars a month. This is an income that the professors and scholars in Duolun Lane may not be able to earn in a year.
"Master Du, stay inside now. Mr. Shu, I will take you two over."
While speaking, Xiaojian still glanced at Duzhu, who was standing behind Shuguan, a little strangely.
He didn't know that Mr. Shu Xingyun was going to bring a monk to see Master Du. He just thought about what it would be like when the monk walked into a place like Paramount. The look on Xiaojian's face was unavoidable. Getting a little weirder.
Then the three of them prepared to walk across the street to the largest song and dance hall in Shanghai opposite.
Shu Guan raised his hand and looked at the time. It was now past eleven o'clock in the evening.
At this moment, the huge glass door of the Paramount Cabaret rotated, and a group of people walked out.
The person walking at the front was none other than Du Wenqiang.
Today, Du Wenqiang did not wear his usual long gown, but instead wore a black thin woolen coat and a white scarf. He looked quite elegant on the streets in the late autumn night.
Beside him were several bodyguards, and there seemed to be a beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam inside the door, waving goodbye to Du Wenqiang with a look of reluctance. She should be the dancer accompanying Du Wenqiang tonight.
"Hey, Mr. Du came out early."
Xiao Biao said this.
Du Wenqiang, who was across the street, happened to look up across the street at this time, and then saw Shu Guan and others here.
He first showed a surprised expression, then smiled, and took a few steps quickly, as if he wanted to come over.
As a result, there was some distance between Du Wenqiang and the bodyguard behind him.
At this moment, a black car sped up in the distance, its engine roaring like a beast. It rushed over from the other end of the long street, and when it arrived at the gate of Paramount, an emergency brake hit the tires and the ground. There was a harsh grinding sound, and then it stopped, not far in front of Du Wenqiang.
The first one to realize something was wrong was Xiaojian.
Perhaps this was his instinct as Du Wenqiang's personal bodyguard.
When the black car stopped, Xiaojian's expression suddenly changed.
"Master Du, be careful!"
He immediately yelled across the street and rushed over like a cheetah.
Unfortunately, it seems it's too late.
The black car stopped suddenly, and then the barrels of several submachine guns protruded from the car windows, pointing the guns at Du Wenqiang who was standing on the street.
In the darkness, countless tongues of fire were seen spitting out from the muzzles of the guns.
These unidentified gunmen immediately started shooting wildly.
The bullets rained down on Du Wenqiang like a rainstorm.
No normal person could survive such a hail of bullets.
Even a practitioner in the qi-entraining stage would probably be beaten into a sieve if he was caught off guard and faced with such an intensity of bullets.
The bodyguards behind Du Wenqiang actually realized something was wrong when the black car stopped, and rushed towards Du Wenqiang quickly, trying to protect Du Wenqiang behind them.
Unfortunately, the bullets travel much faster than they do.
When the gunfire rang out, dazzling flowers of blood shot out from the bodies of the bodyguards, and then they all fell down.
Only Du Wen stood there stiffly and blankly.
In that crazy round of shooting just now, not a single bullet landed on him.
Du Wenqiang himself felt a little unbelievable about this matter.
Then the gunfire finally stopped for a moment.
It seemed that even the gunman in the car noticed something unusual.
They are all extremely experienced gunmen who have received strict training. It is impossible for them to miss the target at such a close distance.
In the few seconds when the gunfire stopped, a strange atmosphere seemed to be suddenly enveloped outside the door of the Paramount Cabaret.
Then Xiaojian finally rushed in front of Du Wenqiang. He blocked the sight of the gunmen with his back, quickly picked up Du Wenqiang's thin body, and rushed into the Paramount Dance Hall.
Then the gunfire rang out again.
Shu Guan across the street slowly released his palm.
A bright light that only he could see flew away from his palm and disappeared behind the revolving door of Paramount.
That is the thread of fate that belongs to Du Wenqiang.
Just when Xiaojian let out that loud roar, Shu Guan had already reached out in time to grab Du Wenqiang's thread of fate.
Then in the next thirty seconds, Du Wenqiang's fate was naturally changed under Shu Guan's control.
What Shu Guan changed was naturally Du Wenqiang's fate of being shot to death randomly.
Then Shu Guan, holding his hands behind his back, also walked towards Paramount.
His expression was somewhat serious.
There is no pressure on him to change Du Wenqiang's fate in those thirty seconds. After all, Du Wenqiang is just an ordinary person.
But changing for thirty seconds cannot change a person's own destiny.
What Du Wenqiang faced just now was almost a certain death situation. In other words, his fate tonight was that he should die!
And destiny is a very powerful force.
Shu Guan can only temporarily change a person's fate within thirty seconds. After those thirty seconds, the inertial force of fate will begin to counterattack.
Therefore, Du Wenqiang's crisis tonight has not really been over yet.
Shu Guan frowned, and before walking over, he said something to Du Zhu.
"Go and deal with those people."
Duzhu was slightly startled. He glanced at Shuguan and was silent for a moment.
Then the young monk nodded slightly.
Above the long street, a thick black fog suddenly appeared.
It was a black mist that was deeper, thicker and darker than the night, rising from outside the gate of Paramount Cabaret. Even the bright neon lights on the gate could not shine into the black mist.
Immediately afterwards, the gunfire stopped suddenly, and several screams rang out in the black fog.
With screams, Shu Guan walked into the Paramount Dance Hall.
(End of chapter)
