Not long after Fairy Shuilin sat up, she lay down again, looking like she had regained consciousness. After all, there were still three days before the start of the second round, so she had enough time to sleep.
However, as Fairy Shuilin's body temperature increased, the smell of flat peach in the room became stronger and stronger. The strong peach smell carrying a trace of escaping spiritual energy made Brother Zhang's room look like a fairyland. The doors and windows were blocked. It can resist the smell but cannot block the energy. From the outside, it looks like the appearance of some fairy mountain cave. People who don’t know the situation outside look at it and think that it is a powerful person who is practicing meditation here, but they dare not imagine what it is. What kind of power can have such substantial spiritual power?
Those who knew this room knew that this room was Teacher Siwen's room, and they immediately felt that the matter made sense. With such a powerful person as the master, it was not difficult to understand that he could learn the Golden Light Magic Mantra and the incarnation at a young age. things.
But now the question arises again, who is this powerful person? Looking at the age of more than 20 years old, and the person who can teach the secret of the human race such as the Golden Light Divine Curse, it must not be a monster, it cannot be a god in the sky, right?
If it is really an immortal in the sky, wouldn't it mean that... the immortal way has once again opened its door to the human world?
After such nonsensical reasoning, these cultivators who knew nothing and knew nothing got high overnight. They tacitly agreed not to disturb Brother Zhang anymore, and just discussed among themselves what should be used. How to achieve the great truth and soar in the daytime? Before, they had no way, so they were just confused, but now that the immortal is around, why don't they try to flatter him?
These people are all sophisticated, and they know that excessive disturbance will definitely arouse disgust, so although everyone has their eyes fixed on the room where Brother Zhang is staying, no one will act rashly.
This actually gave Brother Zhang some quiet space to be alone.
Just when the situation here became interesting, in the distant Golden Triangle area, Long Danchen had just finished a banquet with the local warlord representing the government. This banquet almost represented the transfer of rights in the entire Golden Triangle area. The warlord became the one who took control of the situation, and the actual control passed into the hands of Long Danchen.
"I hope we can have a happy cooperation in the future."
Long Danchen stretched out his hand, but the great warlord could only shake his hand with disgust: "Happy cooperation."
"Then we'll take our leave."
After saying that, Long Danchen took Huahua to the door. At this time, they were no longer empty-handed as when they arrived. Someone had even opened the door for them when they got in the car.
Sitting in the spacious luxury car, Long Danchen loosened his tie and leaned on the chair: "From today on, we are the ones who control the life and death of this place."
"It's no big deal to control life and death." Huahua said, holding an umbrella: "And you're talking about us?"
"Yeah, I'm actually not that interested in power. If I were really such a controlling person, I wouldn't completely hand over the domestic base to Brother Zhang. From what I've observed about Brother Zhang, his character He shouldn't be the kind of person who is very aggressive, but he is definitely a natural leader. Not to mention the combination of Xiao Song and A Guo, I can't stop him alone, but Brother Zhang can."
"You have quite a poisonous eye." Huahua smiled and said, "You are really right."
"I'm not good at anything but I have a good vision, very good." Long Danchen breathed a sigh of relief and said: "That's why I said we instead of me. That's why I think you are definitely a good helper. Many things here are left to me. You're sure it would be better for me to do it."
Huahua suddenly got angry and pushed his head against the car window: "Good wife! I'll let you talk nonsense!"
Long Danchen, on the other hand, was laughing and holding Huahua's waist. This made it look like he was being beaten, but in fact the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous.
But suddenly Huahua stopped, and Long Danchen also frowned: "Are we locked up?"
"Um."
Huahua stretched out her hand and patted the driver in front: "Stop at the intersection ahead."
The driver stopped in front, and Long Danchen and the two got out of the car. When he turned his hand, a pack of good cigarettes and a thousand dollars appeared and he handed them to the driver: "You go ahead and have a drink and come back later."
The driver nodded and turned to leave, while Long Danchen leaned on the car and took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to his mouth. With a slight puff, the cigarette butt automatically burned, and the streetlight not far behind half the cigarette A figure vaguely walked up from below. Long Danchen and Huahua exchanged a look, and then the two of them were basically sure that this guy had locked onto them.
Long Danchen popped out his cigarette butt and asked loudly: "Friend, if you have anything to do, you can directly make an appointment with my secretary. Don't do this."
"You'd better tell me clearly who the secretary is." Huahua said softly, "And that's not a living person."
The man under the streetlight staggered over. Only when he got closer did he see his true appearance. He was covered with a tattered cloth. It was unclear whether it was orange or brown. His walking posture and stride were obviously different. He is a normal person. Through the faint light, you can see his almost dry chin and a piece of skin that has become dry and black. The first impression of his neck is that it is very thin, almost fleshless, like something that was particularly popular some time ago. of air-dried duck neck.
When he got closer, he stretched out his chicken claw-like hands to lift the rag covering his head, revealing a face that was almost completely dry. The sunken eye sockets were covered with black cloth, covering his eyes, gums and lips. They were completely dehydrated and shrunk, revealing their white teeth, and there were only two holes left in their nostrils.
"Hey, his teeth are pretty white."
Long Danchen's words made Huahua amused. She gave Long Danchen a slap in the face: "Be serious!"
The mummy had already walked up to them, bowed to Long Danchen and Huahua with a stiff body, took out a letter and held it in his hand before handing it over: "The master invites you to have dinner together."
Long Danchen took the letter, and the mummy straightened up and made another breast-stroking salute to Huahua, then turned into a wisp of fly ash and disappeared.
Long Danchen frowned and opened the letter and read it. As he read it, he read: "Dear Mr. Long, hello! New opportunities are coming. In order to deepen our understanding of each other, I will send you a letter on We will hold a welcome dinner for you at No. XX, District XXX. Here, on behalf of myself, I look forward to your arrival! Inviting people is unethical."
"You're pretty damn polite." After Long Danchen finished reading, he turned his head and glanced at Huahua: "What do you mean by this person?"
"Do you think you can beat that mummy just now?"
"Yes, but it may be a bit laborious. According to the mysticism, that guy must have practiced for a thousand years."
Huahua nodded: "According to my jargon, that thing is called a corpse servant. This is not something ordinary people can have. First of all, the corpse servant needs to take the initiative to bury his master while he is alive, and then the master's family will be there. When he was alive, he drained his blood and filled his body with special herbal juice so that he could never decay. He also sealed his soul in his body and then followed his master into the tomb. At first, he He will enter the state of death, then wake up, feel the pain of his body being completely dried out bit by bit, and then experience at least seven hundred years of time in the tomb. After seven hundred years, he will be qualified to walk out of the tomb and become this person before he has committed suicide. The corpse servant of the family has been serving the family for generations. The corpse servant's cultivation speed is three years a year, and the evil method is very fast. You know, seven hundred years is almost two thousand years of cultivation."
"Wow." Long Danchen took a deep breath: "That's awesome."
"Well, so you said you could win, I think you're a bit bragging." Huahua smiled.
"Don't look down on people." Long Danchen spread his hands and said: "What kind of cultivation level? Just having brute force is useless. Uncle, I am a top micromanager player. If you say you can win, you can win. If you don't, you can win." It’s too easy, but it’s definitely not weak.”
"My two thousand years of cultivation!"
"Hey, what's there to be afraid of? If it's really so insurmountable, from now on you can just issue badges in the world. Just look at the years of cultivation without looking at anything else. After eight hundred years, a junior cultivator will be awarded a thousand You will be rated at the intermediate level every year, and you will be rated at the high level after 1,500 years. Finally, after more than 2,000 years, you will be granted the status of a cultivating immortal. Everyone will kneel down when they see you, and then your retirement salary will be increased by 800 yuan." Long Danchen's face was full of disdain. : "I took you to the rice cooker's place for dinner last time. Did you think it was delicious?"
"Yummy ass."
"That's it. The meaning of age is just age. Whether you are powerful or not may have something to do with age, but it doesn't have that big a relationship." Long Danchen put a hand on Huahua's shoulder: "Look, you I'm only in my early twenties, so why don't you kneel down for me? Uncle, I'm older than you, right?"
Huahua pushed Long Danchen to the ground with a shoulder throw, and then removed his arm with a click: "Are you still kneeling?"
"Admit defeat, admit defeat, my hand is broken!"
After putting him up from the ground, Long Danchen patted the dust on his body, and then his hand automatically took it back with a click. He handed the paper to Huahua: "Isn't this tomorrow?"
"Go and have a look?"
"You come with me, otherwise I'm afraid." Long Danchen said seriously: "I am still afraid of death. If I am not careful, the late emperor will die before he starts his business."
"Okay, okay, I'll go with you, as long as you stop talking trash."
In the afternoon of the next day, Long Danchen and Huahua were all dressed up and came to the address on the invitation letter. This place was a certain distance away from the Golden Triangle, in Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia.
In the car, they saw that the surrounding area was becoming increasingly prosperous. A large number of entertainment venues had already turned on their lights in advance. There were many white-skinned and unconscious drunkards on the road. It looked like this was clearly a gold-selling den where people were obsessed with life and money.
"A paradise for indulgents, a hell for women and children." Long Danchen was in a traffic jam, looking at the girls who had not yet grown up, patting the car windows one by one to solicit customers, and said with disgust on his face: "I hate any pornographic, gambling, and drug addicts. A legal place.”
"Hey, is this what the pervert Mr. Long Danchen said? Aren't you the most perverted person?"
"What's wrong with being horny? A few normal people are not horny, but a normal place would allow children to do this? It's a filthy garbage country." Long Danchen pulled down the curtains of the car: "It's annoying to watch."
"This is a common problem in Indochina countries." Huahua said helplessly: "Come on and become the savior."
"There is no savior." Long Danchen sneered: "Forget it, let's not talk about this, it's boring. It's not my family anyway, I don't care about that much."
After passing through the congested street, their car slowly stopped outside the door of their trip's destination. After they got off the car, Huahua naturally held Long Danchen's hand. A well-dressed servant immediately opened the door for them. The gate of the manor.
After they walked in, they were all amazed at the magnificence of this place. Even the well-informed Long Danchen had to admit that it was extraordinary that such a gorgeous manor could appear in this poor place.
And just as they walked into the manor, an electric sightseeing car parked next to them. The two of them were invited to get on it. The sightseeing car strolled slowly for ten minutes before arriving outside the main building.
Judging from the scale and luxurious decoration, this is even better than the local palace. From the moment they got off the bus, the beautiful maids began to lay carpets under their feet. They spread the carpets wherever they went, never letting their feet touch them. A hint of dust.
"My dear, this is royal treatment." Long Danchen whispered: "This is too particular."
"Well, that's a bit exaggerated."
After walking into the palace-like mansion, they stopped. At this moment, eight strong men came over carrying two chairs. Long Danchen and Huahua were invited to sit on the chairs, and then a group of four people came over. He began to carry them upstairs like a sedan.
After going upstairs, they were asked if they needed to clean up, rest and drink tea. Even if Long Danchen wanted to go to the toilet, a maid would come to serve him with a sterling silver urinal. Long Danchen was so frightened that he couldn't urinate at all, and was then beaten by Huahua. What a laugh.
"What a sin. To be honest, I don't object to rich people enjoying life, but this is really a bit much." Long Danchen said in a low voice: "I can't explain it anyway, so I feel a little uncomfortable."
"This is not just a rich person, this may be a nobleman who has existed for a thousand or two thousand years."
"Ah, nobleman."
As the two chatted, they were carried to a luxurious door. Before knocking on the door, it was opened from the inside. The person who opened the door was the two men and one woman who went to see Long Danchen some time ago. A man, when the two of them saw Long Danchen, they first bowed and saluted, and then guided them and walked back.
After passing through the very luxurious living room, we came directly to the banquet hall. There was only one long table in the huge banquet hall, but the splendid lights gave people a sense of prosperity spanning thousands of years.
Sitting at the other end of the long table was a man about thirty years old, who could be considered a young man. When he saw Long Danchen and Huahua arriving, he smiled and said, "Excuse me for not being able to greet you in person because of my inconvenience. Please Take a seat."
"Are you disabled?" Long Danchen asked as if he was deliberately looking for trouble, which was very impolite.
But the other person didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, he smiled politely and said: "I'm really sorry, because the ignorant ancient aristocrats pay attention to the purity of blood. My parents are cousins, so I was born with disabled legs. Please don't mind. Oh, By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, I am a descendant of the Duan family of Dali and Duan Feng, the Southern King of White Lotus Dao."
"The cult is still divided into northern and southern kings?"
"The cult..." Duan Feng was silent for a while, and then laughed loudly: "That's right, and what Mr. Long said is not accurate. The cult is not divided into the north and south kings but the four kings of the southeast, northwest and northwest."
At this time, the corpse servant who delivered the letter to Long Danchen yesterday came out and leaned over to whisper a few words to Duan Feng. Then Duan Feng nodded, and then said loudly: "You two have come from afar. We will discuss the matter later. Let me first let you know." Do your best as a landlord and entertain the guests from your hometown."
(End of chapter)
