"Our sect needs divine infants to refine medicine, and we would like to get some divine infants through you. This will be a long-term cooperative relationship. You can mention whatever conditions you want."
Zhang Fan said rather proudly.
"The divine baby is a sacred object enshrined in our temple, how could it be given to others so easily?
Donor, you went to the wrong place, please go back."
The host replied calmly.
Zhang Fan was not surprised by the host's reply. He smiled and said: "You are the strongest among the people in your temple. And although I am the best among the young people in our sect, I am stronger than me."
There are too many strong seniors, but the difference between us is only one rank."
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the host frowned tightly. It was obvious that the other party was showing off his strength and was a little disparaging towards him, but he didn't know how to refute it for a moment, because what the other party said
fact.
The host was familiar with the situation in China. The sect behind Zhang Fan's talent had many strong men in the third realm, but he simply couldn't get enough of them.
This was done deliberately by Zhang Fan, and its purpose was to put strong psychological pressure on the host.
"These powerful seniors have instructed me to talk to you about this matter, and they have warned me that this matter must be negotiated. They attach great importance to this matter. If I tell you what you just said, I am afraid it will cause them
I don't know what crazy things they will do when the time comes."
Zhang Fan shrugged.
"You threaten me?"
The host snorted coldly.
"a kind reminder."
Zhang Fan first said it tactfully, and then said disapprovingly, "If you interpret it as a threat, there is nothing I can do about it."
"I'm telling you! We are not as weak as you seem on the surface! Don't be too self-righteous!"
The host retorted angrily.
Facing the other party's verbal threats, if he gives up all of a sudden, it will be too humiliating. Moreover, this will encourage the other party's arrogance too much. Even if he cooperates in the future, he can only kneel down and never stand up again.
Being tough like this will make the other party think that they have a strong backbone and that they still have some strength, so they may respect them more, at least without having to kneel down.
Hearing the host's words, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, and then deliberately said with disdain: "Isn't it so weak on the surface?
Your strength lies here, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf! At such an old age, you are still relying on deceit and deception. Are you embarrassed?
I'm even ashamed of you."
Zhang Fan's words pushed the host's anger to the extreme.
"My master and my uncle are in the third realm of the third realm and in the second realm of the third realm. Let me tell you, I know you are strong, but our dignity is not something that anyone can trample on."
Presiding over the angry way.
Zhang Fan glanced at the host thoughtfully, then smiled and said: "Okay, then I won't trample on your dignity.
If they are here, you don't have the final say in this temple, and it doesn't matter what you say, and it's useless to talk to you. You might as well take me to see your master and uncle to talk."
With Zhang Fan's current strength, he can't tell who is the strong person in the third realm, let alone the master and uncle who are in charge. Therefore, he must meet the master and uncle who are in charge. Only by identifying these two people
, in order to formulate the next plan.
"Who says I can't have the final say?"
The host replied angrily, "My master and master uncle have long since stopped engaging in secular affairs. They will only take action when we are in danger."
"You are so old, how come you can't understand what I say?"
Zhang Fan glanced at the host helplessly, "Am I saying this is a common thing?
This is a major matter related to the life and death of your temple. I really went back like this. Our sect sent people to deal with you. The army pressed on the border and came to the city. By that time, your master and your uncle still don’t know about this. Do you have
How many heads are enough for them to twist?"
The host's eyes flickered, Zhang Fan's words made sense, because if his arbitrary actions brought crisis to the temple, his master would not spare him.
Zhang Fan glanced at the host, picked up a clean teacup nearby, poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.
About five minutes later, the host saw that Zhang Fan had almost finished his tea and said, "My master and my uncle are not at the temple today and will come back the day after tomorrow. Leave a phone number and I will call you when they come back."
Telephone."
Zhang Fan glanced at the host, pondered for a moment and then said: "Okay, then I'll wait for your call. Let's start talking ugly. If I don't get your call the day after tomorrow, I'll tell you what you just said to me.
Reported to the sect."
"I'm not the kind of person who talks nonsense."
The host replied seriously, "In your words, monks don't lie."
"Pfft..."
Hearing the host's words, Zhang Fan couldn't help but laugh.
"Young man, why are you laughing?"
The host asked a little puzzled.
"I am a person of the same lineage as divination. There is no need to do this in front of me. You are not exposed to wine, sex, wealth, and anger?
A monk..." Zhang Fan shrugged.
As soon as these words came out, the host's face turned red, with a look of embarrassment on his face. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "I won't send it away..."
Zhang Fan turned around and looked at the host and smiled. He left the host's meditation room and walked quickly towards the door. As he passed the yard, Zhang Fan saw the dark-skinned little sweeping monk again. The little monk smiled at Zhang Fan.
Laughed.
After leaving the temple, Zhang Fan directly took a taxi and went to Guman City. Zhang Fan thought for a while and did not go to the hotel where Feng Yong stayed. The host of Daqing Temple was a local with a high reputation and extensive connections.
Someone may be arranged to keep an eye on him in the dark, so we have to be careful about this.
Zhang Fan went to a hotel ten kilometers away from Feng Yong's hotel in Guman City. Before entering the hotel, he called Feng Yong. Feng Yong, who received the call, couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Zhang, what's the matter?"
Like?
Have you found out?"
Zhang Fan narrated the whole process to Feng Yong. Feng Yong was quite surprised. He did not expect that Zhang Fan would use this method to get rid of Daqing Temple. At the same time, he also felt a little fear in his heart. Thanks to what Zhang Fan heard at the time,
As for the gentleman, recklessness has not passed. If recklessness had passed, he and his son should be reunited in the underworld now.
Feng Yong wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Even if we meet the day after tomorrow, it won't be of much help to our plan. Those two people are too strong. What can we do..." Feng Yong's tone was filled with anxiety and he was not very calm.
"Don't be so pessimistic."
Zhang Fan replied, "Maybe there will be an unexpected gain the day after tomorrow. Even if there is no unexpected gain, with a little bit of work from us afterwards, we may not necessarily lose to them."