Intelligence, for intelligence organizations, is not divided into good or bad, only valuable and priceless. Gossip circulated on the streets or among ladies at the vegetable market can also be said to be intelligence, but this kind of information is not worth cents at all.
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Valuable information is not so easy to obtain. You often have to pay a high price to get useful information, and you may even pay the price of your life.
As Yan Beifei's right-hand man, Dayan controls Wuyinlou's entire intelligence network in Shangjing. To put it bluntly, all the upper-class people in Shangjing, even if they have an affair with someone, book a room in a certain hotel, Dayan will
Know everything
The intelligence network controlled by Dayan can be said to do anything in gathering intelligence. As long as he can obtain valuable information, he will do whatever it takes.
The risk is high, the reward is high, but this time, he is destined to make a loss-making transaction, because the customer who needs information will not pay him a penny, and even if he cannot get a penny from this customer,
Even if he divides the money, he must serve him obediently.
Because this is Yan Beifei's order, he, Dayan, must fully cooperate with a young man who lives in the presidential suite of the top luxury hotel on Financial Street.
In the presidential suite, Nangong Chu was holding a glass of red wine in his hand, with his back to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Sunlight filtered through the glass and projected into the spacious living room. His face was hidden in the shadows, looking a bit gloomy.
"Tell me! Did you come here in person today to find out anything?" Nangong Chu's lazy voice sounded in the living room.
Although he is now eager to know the whereabouts of the Thief King Zhuofan, he can't rush this matter. He always treats things in a leisurely manner, which has always been his style.
"The three Tantric kings have appeared in the capital. This is their address in the suburbs of Beijing." Dayan took out a small note from his jacket pocket and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Nangong Chu frowned and murmured: "The three kings of Tantric Buddhism? What level of martial arts have they reached?" Tibet has always been full of masters of Buddhism, especially Tantric Buddhism.
A strong man
"Haha! The Tantric Dharma King is a master second only to the Living Buddha. How do you think their martial arts are inferior?" Dayan said nonchalantly. It's not like he wanted to provoke the great master from Tibet. As the saying goes, it has nothing to do with it.
hang high
"Is there any other news?" Nangong Chu smiled, slowly walked to the opposite side of Dayan and sat down, with an indifferent expression on his face, as if he didn't take the Tantric Dharma King to heart at all.
"No, I have to say goodbye. If there is any latest news, I will inform you." Dayan stood up from the sofa and walked towards the door of the living room.
"Ah! I almost forgot to tell you that the three Tantric Dharma Kings seem to be able to sense where the holy relics are. If you secretly pay attention to the whereabouts of the three great monks, you might know the whereabouts of the Thief King earlier than we do.
!" When Dayan walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said to Nangong Chu
After saying that, Dayan opened the door and walked out. This guy's Qinggong attainments have obviously reached the level of a master. When he walks, he will never make any sound.
Nangong Chu raised his left hand lightly, and the piece of paper on the coffee table was sucked into his palm by a force. He glanced at the content on the paper, Nangong Chu squeezed it with his left hand, and when he let it go, it floated down.
some white crumbs
The weather in the north is changeable. The scorching sun at noon scorches this ancient capital, but in the evening the sky darkens and gradually turns into dark clouds.
The sky outside was as dark as ink, and a bolt of lightning rolled and shone in the dark clouds like a dragon swimming in the sky, causing a series of earth-shaking noises and shaking the whole city. A storm was coming.
At night, the thick black clouds pressing down on the city are still rolling like ink, and lightning like snakes and dragons shoot vertically and horizontally in the clouds, crossing and dancing wildly, and the continuous thunder and thunder are like popcorn.
The sound was amplified tens of millions of times, vibrating and roaring among the clouds
The entire city trembled at the sound of thunder one after another, like a frightened child, holding its arms tightly with both hands, hiding in a dark corner and panicking.
A heavy sense of depression fills the hearts of everyone in the city. This pressure from heaven and earth is the source of fear for all animals, even humans.
Man is the spirit of all things. At this time, they are all hiding in solid houses built of reinforced concrete. The influence of the power of heaven and earth on them has been weakened to the minimum.
Big raindrops fell overwhelmingly, carrying the force of falling from high altitude, and hit the ground with a "cracking" sound, splashing countless white water splashes, and then fell to the ground, gathering into streams on the street.
It flows meanderingly and finally flows into the city’s underground sewers.
In the super luxurious presidential suite, Nangong Chu walked to the window of the room, opened the window, and a cold wind blew in with the moisture of the rainstorm, hitting his face.
Looking around, there are a few dim street lights swaying in the dark outside. The entertainment, institutions, companies and other departments in the city that never sleeps are still shining with colorful neon lights, but they are also obscured by the rain curtain that covers the sky and the earth.
It makes this city a little less gloomy in the human world and a little more dreamy in the fairy world.
However, this city is more like being under the sky of hell, with blurred will-o'-the-wisps floating uneasily. In short, everything in the world has changed under the rain of this sky and earth. As for what it has become specifically? It's just idealism.
A series of lightnings danced and flickered in the clouds, illuminating the sky and the earth. In this moment of light, even with Nangong Chu's eyes, he could not see how far away; a few seconds later, the sound of thunder that shook the sky and the earth was heard in this space.
Galloping and roaring, it was as if a giant beast from the ancient prehistoric era had reappeared in the world. The angry roar was thrilling and shook the sky.
Under these bursts of thunder and lightning, Nangong Chu's heart was trembling inexplicably, and waves of uneasiness came to his mind. Could it be that Nangong Chu was afraid of lightning? Of course it was impossible.
For strong men like them, the thunder and lightning was just a joke, but he had a very bad premonition in his heart, as if something terrible was going to happen, which made him feel scared.
This was the first time in his life that such a violent feeling appeared. This shocked him and made him wonder at the same time. He thought to himself: Could there be any big events happening in this city? But what kind of big events could make him feel frightened?
Also, is this big thing aimed at yourself and others? Or is it aimed at others?
Nangong Chu's profound eyes looked through the rain curtain in Zheli into the distance. The whole city seemed to be submerged by floods, and the world was vast; he seemed to have seen an ominous atmosphere hanging over the city, condensing into a ferocious spirit.
The devil skull gave him a sly smile with teeth ripping out, and then quickly dissipated.
Huh! The water will come and the earth will flood the soldiers to stop him. As long as there is no invincible strong innate level to cause trouble for him, with his cultivation level, he is enough to walk sideways in the world of ancient martial arts.
Hongluo Temple is located on the outskirts of Beijing. It is a Buddhist holy place in the past and the birthplace of Jinghua Qigong. Hongluo Temple was built in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It is a permanent temple in ten directions. It is the largest Buddhist jungle in the north and has been a Buddhist holy place for thousands of years.
Most of the previous abbots were appointed by the royal family, and eminent monks appeared frequently. There is a saying in the world that "there is Putuo in the south and Hongluo in the north." Because of the wonderful legend of the Hongluo Fairy, the locals call it "Hongluo Temple".
The environment inside the temple is elegant, with towering ancient trees that are evergreen. Among them, wisteria, pine trees, bamboo forest, and male and female ginkgo are known as the three most beautiful scenery. Deep in the temple, there is a two-story monastery in the ancient wood forest. The second floor window of the monastery reveals dim light.
, there are three figures cast on the window
This has always been a place where eminent monks in the temple go to meditate and practice Buddhism, but tonight, this monastery looks a little different from before.
There was no sound of wooden fish in the monastery, only the slight sound of objects turning and the vague sound of chanting sutras. The chanting sounds were not like those chanted by Chinese Buddhist believers, because the people inside did not speak in Chinese.
recite scripture
There was heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and everything was pitch black. A black shadow dodged and sauntered in the temple. After a while, the black shadow came to a towering ancient forest behind the temple.
The man in black was already soaked all over. Raindrops as big as soybeans hit his body and hands, and they bounced off one by one. There was a monastery in the forest. He seemed to have already known it, and walked straight towards the light shining through the forest.
He went under the window of the monastery and heard someone inside chanting sutras for a while. Then the muttering stopped, and then voices came from inside the monastery.