Chapter six hundred and eighty-ninth, there is a god
Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen walked out of Ganden Monastery. In front of them, Xiangxiao and his party were preparing to go down the mountain. "Hey, the director..." Xiang Que said hello from behind, baring his teeth.
Xiang Xiao turned back indifferently, looked at the two of them and frowned and asked, "Who are you, calling me for trouble?"
Xiang Que smiled grovelingly, with a mean look on his face: "Ah, what, I'm a friend of the Living Buddha."
Xiang Xiao looked a little unkind and asked: "What are you asking me for? Do you want to plead for him? Don't even think about this matter. It is completely against the rules. The country's regulations are not a joke and will not be for a certain person."
As for the change, we cannot approve the certification of this living Buddha."
What Xiang Xiao said was very decisive and serious, and the reasons he gave were completely irrefutable. In official terms, he was very proficient.
Xiang Que still gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, come on, director, let's take a moment to talk."
Xiang Xiao's face suddenly tightened and he said very inhumanly: "I'm sorry, sir, we are strictly prohibited from having personal contact during work. If you have any questions, you can call the reception staff of the Religious Affairs Bureau directly."
After saying that, Xiang Xiao turned around and was about to leave. Xiang Que took two quick steps but suddenly stepped into a snow pit next to him and bumped into Xiang Xiao.
"Oops, sorry, sorry, the road is slippery and my legs are weak." Xiang Que quietly put a talisman into Xiangxiao's pocket while leaning against him.
Xiang Xiao snorted and pushed him away: "Watch it carefully."
Xiang Que hummed, then squinted his eyes and said, "Sir, Director, I have something to say to you. I wonder if you can listen."
Xiang Xiao said: "Didn't I say that if you have any questions, you can call the reception staff of our Religious Affairs Bureau? As for personal contact, forget it."
"There is a saying that you can see gods when you raise your head three feet up. You should have heard of it," Xiang Que said with a smile, clasping his hands behind his back and squinting his small eyes: "The man brought back from Ganden Monastery is indeed the reincarnation of the Living Buddha, but you just...
Do you think there will be any consequences if the living Buddha is not allowed to become a righteous person and the god above sees it? Director, God is watching what you do."
"The gods are so busy, how can they have time to look at me? My position is slightly lower and I don't attract much attention." Xiang Xiao glanced at him and said coldly: "Then why don't you contact the gods and send me a message?"
, just say that the Living Buddha of Ganden Monastery is indeed the reincarnation, then I might be able to consider the matter of certification, I can just wait for a dream."
The people from the Religious Affairs Bureau nearby burst into laughter. Unexpectedly, Xiang Que nodded very seriously and said, "Okay, I'll contact the god in a minute and let him know about this matter."
"Haha, hurry up. Gods are very busy, so don't run out of time."
Watching Xiang Xiao and his party leave, Wang Xuanzhen asked: "It's the people who are not from the three sects of Tantric Buddhism who are responsible for this. Since they can pull off a scene of intercepting and killing people on the way, they can't help but stab him in the back. Comrade Xiao Cao
Not corrected,
Then wouldn't this living Buddha reincarnate in vain? If they are too tough, then they should use a gentle method. Lao Xiang, why don't you be more anxious and beat up those people from the three religions? If you beat them honestly, they won't do it.
It’s time to shut up.”
"Haha, can it be my style to be handsy and violent? Be a gentleman and don't shout about beating or killing when you are nagging."
"When I saw you smiling so meanly, I knew someone was going to be in trouble."
Beijing, B1 Floor, China World Trade Center Phase 3 Parking Lot.
The Volvo stopped, and the three people in the car got out of the car and walked to the elevator door. They pressed the button and the elevator rose up from the B2 floor. After the door opened, the three people stepped in. There were already two people standing in the middle of the elevator.
When someone came in, the man took two steps back. The man nodded politely towards them, his attitude slightly changed from when he faced Secretary Liu Guodong.
When the old housekeeper pressed the button on the eighty-eighth floor of the elevator, he hesitated for a moment. On the one hundredth floor above the eighty-eighth floor, the light was already on.
The housekeeper subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the two people opposite him, a man and a woman. After a rough look, these two people seemed to give people a very illusory feeling, not very real. If I had to describe it, it would be like a fairy.
It is more appropriate to use the metaphor of a couple.
You can't say how handsome this man is, because just saying he's handsome may be an insult. You have to say he's pure, especially in his eyes, which can always reveal something unconsciously.
The indifference of her butt wipes away everything. As for that woman, you can't say she is beautiful, she must be someone who is not a fan of the world.
The lights on the elevator floors, the 88th floor and the 100th floor were all on, which meant that both groups were going to the two clubs in the China World Trade Center Phase 3.
A few minutes later, the elevator was the first to tick the eighty-eighth floor. The man with explosive muscles walked out of the elevator first and glanced at it warily before standing aside. The old butler then came out. When the man was left, he suddenly stepped out of the elevator.
He turned around and said with a smile: "Sister Yan, long time no see. You are much more outstanding than you were a few years ago."
The man finished speaking without waiting for a reply. He nodded and walked out of the elevator, turned a corner and disappeared.
When the elevator reached the 100th floor, a man and a woman walked out of the elevator. Two dignified, beautiful and ladylike women stood at the front desk of the club. They bowed towards the woman and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhang."
The woman smiled very politely at the two front desks, and her smile was quite charming.
When Jinru entered the club, the man asked calmly: "Do you know those three people?"
Zhang Yan reached out to hold the man's arm, rested her head lightly on his shoulder and said, "Li Yan, a maverick from a family, an extremely unusual young master from a wealthy family."
"To be evaluated like this by you, his life is considered glorious."
Zhang Yan raised her head slightly, the admiration in her eyes could not be concealed. She pursed her lips and chuckled: "Changqing, are you praising me, or are you trying to elevate him?"
"You are from a wealthy family. How wealthy you must be to be called a wealthy family?" Qi Changqing took the woman into his arms, sat down and continued: "This man does have something you praise.
It’s pretty good for a man.”
Zhang Yan's eyes narrowed into crescent moons: "How do you say it?"
Qi Changqing lowered his head, tapped her forehead, and said: "Normal men will have the desire to eat you alive when they look at you, but if this Li Yanru doesn't have problems in that area, then he is restrained.
He is someone who has too much restraint, which is quite remarkable.”
Zhang Yan bit her lip and said, "I just like the serious love words you say. This bowl of soup makes me a little helpless."
Immediately, Zhang Yan opened her red lips lightly, closed her eyes and fell into Qi Changqing's arms, and continued: "Speaking of which, this Li Yan has something to do with you... He is Liu Kun's cousin, Mr. Liu.