Heilongzhai is located hundreds of miles north in the mountains.
Three monks appeared here.
Xuandu, Xuancheng.
Xuan Cheng still exuded a powerful aura, stirring up the aura of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles.
In front of them, stood an old monk wearing plain white monk robes and with an old face.
The old monk's white eyebrows were very long, hanging down, and mixed with his equally white beard.
Her slightly narrowed eyes and kind-hearted look make people feel good-looking, and she is holding a goose feather fan in her hand.
He fanned it twice from time to time, and his mixed white eyebrows and beard fluttered, looking quite relaxed and contented.
However, there was a trace of helplessness emerging in his narrowed eyes.
Suddenly, his eyebrows moved, his eyes opened wider, and he looked forward with a hint of curiosity.
The next breath, a figure came from the distance.
The tall and burly body appeared a few feet away from the three monks in a few steps.
It is Li Daoqiang.
Ignoring the two of them, Xuan Cheng, he kept looking at the old monk in the front.
A trace of solemnity lingered in my heart.
Extremely strong!
Similarly, the old monk also set his sights on Li Daoqiang and looked at him curiously.
"Haha, the distinguished guest is here, and the owner of the village has come a long way to welcome you." After looking at it for a few times, Li Daoqiang smiled politely and enthusiastically.
"Amitabha, the old monk came to visit rashly. Don't forgive me." The old monk smiled cheerfully, without any airs in his body.
Li Daoqiang's eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a good feeling in his heart.
"Master, you're welcome, but you don't know the master's name?" Li Daoqiang asked curiously, feeling a little unsure of the other party's identity.
"Hahaha, the old monk has not appeared in the world for a long time. In the past, no one seemed to call the old monk by his monk name." The old monk seemed to be chatting with a friend, without any hostility.
Even with Li Daoqiang's keen perception, he didn't notice a trace of hostility.
Of course, he will not relax at all.
He has always known who he is and what he does.
For a villain like him, no one on the right path would let him go as long as there is a chance.
"This is the master uncle of the poor monk and others. Back then, in order to respect the master uncle, fellow practitioners in the world always called him the holy monk." Xuandu said calmly.
"The master is the holy monk who was known as one of the three most powerful men more than 80 years ago!" Li Daoqiang said slightly surprised.
More than eighty years ago, there were three extremely powerful men in the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty.
Shaolin holy monk, Yi Yun of Mingjian Villa, and Xiaoyao King.
Two good and one evil.
There were many battles between the two sides, so they were also known as "the king" by the people in the world.
However, over the years, the reputation of the Shaolin holy monk has gradually faded away, and Yi Yun has not been famous in Jianshan Villa for many years.
The remaining King Xiaoyao is more famous. After all, he was the real first stepping stone of the world's myths, and later defected to the Northern Yuanting.
For more than eighty years, the deeds of the Shaolin monks and Yi Yun have rarely been spread.
No wonder Li Daoqiang couldn't recognize it for a while.
"It all happened in the early years. I didn't expect the donor to still know about it." The old monk, also known as the holy monk, said with a smile.
"Although many years have passed, the reputation of the holy monk will naturally not be forgotten." Li Daoqiang smiled politely.
The holy monk shook his head and did not pay attention to these things. He sighed slightly and said seriously: "The donor also knows the purpose of my coming here.
The younger generations have done something wrong and should be punished, but in Buddhism, most monks are innocent.
So I was shameless and asked the benefactor to show his kindness."
As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and bent down to salute.
The faces of Xuancheng and Cheng changed slightly, they were a little ashamed, and they saluted.
Li Daoqiang raised his brows, stepped aside, and said calmly: "The holy monk is joking, I, Li Daoqiang, am not a good person, so what about Buddhism? It has nothing to do with the leader of the village, let alone being arrogant.
The owner of this village just wants to make a deal."
The holy monk straightened up, sighed helplessly after hearing this, and looked at Xuandu as if it was a pity.
Xuandu understood and said solemnly: "Donor Li, we have brought you fifty million taels of silver, three Shaolin skills, and twenty million taels of property.
This is also our sincerity, and I ask Donor Li to fulfill it."
Li Daoqiang frowned and glanced at a large box behind Xuan Cheng and the others.
I felt both happy and unhappy.
He was naturally happy that a large amount of robber money was right in front of him. As long as he nodded, it would be his.
He was dissatisfied because Shaolin still did not give him the 100 million taels of silver he wanted.
Send out the most powerful men and bring them directly with a large sum of money.
This is a threat and a show of kindness.
With a two-pronged approach, he can be regarded as an army.
It can be said that his thoughts have been settled.
I know he is crazy, but not stupid.
He had to admit that these old monks were indeed human beings.
I'm almost certain he will agree.
He's really good at reading people.
Cursing secretly in his mind and remaining silent for a few breaths, Li Daoqiang suddenly sighed, his tone mixed with a little displeasure and helplessness.
"That's all. For the sake of the holy monks and Buddhists, I, Li Daoqiang, did this loss-making business."
Xuancheng, Xuandu, and the holy monk all had their eyelids twitching.
He extorted 50 million taels of silver, three Shaolin stunts, and an industry of 20 million taels of silver in vain.
Li Daoqiang paid almost nothing.
This can be considered a loss!
Even though the holy monk's state of mind had already reached a state of calmness, at this moment, he still felt a little speechless.
Xuan Cheng and the two couldn't help but feel angry.
"Amitabha." At this time, the holy monk said the Buddha's name, shook his head with a wry smile, and said seriously: "Donor, after all, money is an external thing, so it's better not to get too obsessed with it."
"Haha, I understand the holy monk's kindness, but I, Li Daoqiang, am just a layman.
I have loved money and beauty all my life, this is the joy of life." Li Daoqiang said with a calm smile, his attitude much better.
Once the deal is finalized and the relationship seems to be maintained, of course it must be maintained well.
Shaolin is a big fat sheep, maybe it will still do business in the future.
The holy monk was helpless, and it was really a pity. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but advise: "The donor's talent is the only one I have ever seen in my life. It's better not to waste it."
When Xuan Cheng and Xuan Cheng heard this, their expressions changed again, showing shock.
Li Daoqiang felt a little weird in his heart. Who doesn't know what the relationship between the two parties is now?
Do we really need to admonish him?
What did the old monk think?
But of course he wouldn't say it out loud, and asked curiously: "Thank you, holy monk, for the compliment. I wonder who the only other one is?"
The holy monk paused for a moment, recalling something, but also feeling complicated, and said slowly: "Zhang Sanfeng."
Li Daoqiang's eyes moved.
The expressions on Xuan Cheng's and Cheng's two men's faces suddenly froze, implying incomparable solemnity.
He looked deeply at Li Daoqiang.
"Haha, the holy monk praises you too much, how can Li Daoqiang compare with Zhenren Zhang?
Zhang Zhenren is a martial arts legend, I am just a common person, I can't compare, I can't compare." Li Daoqiang said with a casual smile.
The holy monk shook his head and said nothing more.
Whether it can be compared, he, as a person who has personally come into contact with the two of them, naturally knows a lot.
At the age of more than 20 years old, he practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong at the tenth level, and even at the eleventh level, reaching the level of a peerless powerhouse.
This kind of performance is not much different from when Zhang Sanfeng defeated the peerless powerhouse King Xiaoyao at the age of more than 20 years old.
Of course, can Li Daoqiang be compared with Zhang Sanfeng in the future?
He couldn't be sure.
After all, Li Daoqiang looks stunning now, but no one knows what will happen next.
Zhang Sanfeng's defeat of Queen Xiaoyao was still stunning.
No, it is even more amazing.
"Okay, holy monk, let's check the money and property first." Li Daoqiang said at this time, staring at the big box.
The holy monk's eyes froze, a little helpless.
Xuan Cheng was a little unhappy, and with a wave of his hand, he sent the big box to Li Daoqiang.
Opening the box, Li Daoqiang began to inspect it.
It was full of large amounts of silver notes, gold notes, land deeds of various industries, and three Shaolin stunts.
On the surface, he checked very seriously, but secretly, he was distractedly paying attention to the big bandit system.
For a long time, the Big Bandit system did not respond.
He frowned secretly, Shaolin Temple probably wouldn't fool him with fake things.
Then it should be that the money does not belong to him yet, so it is not displayed.
That's normal. After all, if he really takes action now, he won't be able to keep the money.
If it's not safe, it doesn't belong to him.
After checking for a while, Li Daoqiang stood up and said seriously: "There are so many banknotes, gold notes, and land deeds. I won't be able to check them for a while.
Well, let me hand over Ye Erniang to you first.
After a few hours, I will give that child to you again."
No matter what, you can't go wrong with being careful.
Xuan Cheng and the other two looked at the holy monk, who nodded in agreement.
Li Daoqiang smiled, turned around and flew towards Black Dragon Village.
Soon, he brought Ye Erniang over and threw her directly on the ground.
He picked up the big box and returned, smiling: "I'll go back and check first, and I will give you the answer as soon as possible."
After saying that, the figure had disappeared.
The three holy monks all looked at Ye Erniang, who had passed out.
The holy monk sighed helplessly, while Xuan Cheng and Xuan Du showed murderous intent that could not be concealed.
On the other side, just halfway through, Li Daoqiang, who was always paying attention to the big bandit system, discovered that the bandit value had changed.
That's a direct increase of 60 million.
The value of the bandits has increased to more than 121 million.
Fifty million is cash and ten million is property.
When acquiring an industry, the bandit value is calculated as half of the market value.
It's a big loss, but now Li Daoqiang simply can't care about these losses.
His breath stagnated, and a joy that could hardly be concealed rose up.
enough.
The eleventh level of Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu is about to be completed.
Suppressing the excitement, calmly returned to the village and hid the big box.
After waiting patiently for more than two hours, I made another trip in person.
"Holy monk, two masters, happy transaction, the numbers are correct." Li Daoqiang's attitude became much more polite and enthusiastic.
The holy monk nodded and looked at Li Daoqiang without saying a word.
Xuan Cheng glared at Li Daoqiang, not hiding his displeasure.