He approached slowly, and when the distance between the two shortened to ten meters, he suddenly stopped and opened his Buddha eyes to observe the other person.
The figure is none other than Zheng Long. His back is to Zhang Jun, his hands are hanging down, motionless.
"I'm here." Zhang Jun said.
Zheng Long turned around, his eyes were very clear, and seemed to be more dazzling than the light. His expression was a bit strange, and he looked over steadily.
As soon as he made eye contact with the other person, Zhang Jun's heart trembled, as if his soul almost jumped out of his body. This was a very magical experience, but there was a great fear deep in his heart, as if he had just walked away from the gate of hell.
One trip.
"You're right." Zheng Long said, his voice without a trace of human emotion, "I approached Guo Lan for the same thing."
"For a master of Huajin who has mastered the secret technique to attach such great importance to it, that thing must be very precious, right?" Zhang Jun said, "The magic-subduing pestle?"
"It seems that you have asked Guo Lan. Yes, that demon-conquering pestle is very important to me because it was an instrument used by the first generation of Lama." Zheng Long said.
Zhang Jun thought for a moment and said, "So, you are a disciple of Tantric Buddhism?"
"I am indeed a disciple of Tantric Buddhism, and this thing is very important to me. If it weren't for your appearance, I would be able to get the Demon-Conquering Pestle in a short time." He said, "But it doesn't matter, you will die today."
"Am I going to die?" Zhang Jun sneered, "I'm not afraid of the wind blowing my tongue!"
Suddenly, Zheng Long's eyes gleamed, as if a devil's shadow was rushing towards him, and suddenly crashed into Zhang Jun's body. He was horrified, his heart was beating wildly, and for a moment he felt as if his soul had escaped from his body.
a feeling of.
At the critical moment, a golden light flashed through his left eye, and billowing light waves descended around him, instantly crushing the phantom.
Zhang Jun regained his clarity and exclaimed: "Hit the mysterious method!"
The so-called "beating the gods" means that warriors who practice secret techniques can attack the opponent's spiritual will in an instant. This is somewhat similar to Western hypnosis, except that the latter process is slow and peaceful, while "beating the gods" takes place in an instant.
It will destroy the enemy's spirit and will in a short time, causing serious consequences.
For example, just now, if it weren't for the golden light of the Buddha's eyes, he would have lost consciousness in an instant, and then he would have been at the mercy of others, and his end would have been tragic.
The opponent attacked brazenly, and Zhang Jun certainly didn't have to be polite. The joints all over his body crackled, and the muscles tightened instantly. His body suddenly rose to more than two meters high, and he was crushed like a humanoid tank.
That's right, it was crushing. As soon as he stepped out, the concrete floor was cracked, the center sank five centimeters, and began to spread out like spiders. At the same time, his shoes were trampled to pieces, and then his toes dug into the ground.
, as if shrinking to an inch, he instantly moved to Zheng Long.
When Zheng Long faced the tall and fierce Zhang Jun, he was shocked, with a look of horror on his face, and shouted: "The King Kong is indestructible!"
"boom!"
Zhang Jun ignored him, activated his potential and internal energy, and raised his hand to give him a fierce suppression, just like me patting my son.
After all, Zheng Long was also a master of energy transformation and possessed secret skills. Unfortunately, Zhang Jun's blow was too fierce and overbearing, as fast as thunder. He only had time to slightly raise his arm, and his thick palm had already pressed down.
"Crack!"
His head was like a big watermelon. It was smashed to pieces and his brains exploded all over the floor, leaving a large area of red and white.
After Zheng Long was beaten to death with one palm, Zhang Jun took out his mobile phone and called the police. Not long after, Xu Feihu arrived with his men. When the police saw the bodies with their heads smashed, some of them vomited on the spot.
Zhang Junliang showed his national security certificate and said to Xu Feihu: "Director Xu, this person is the murderer of the villagers. He is a master of Tantric Buddhism and has been killed by me."
Xu Feihu was stunned and quickly ordered his men: "Don't leak this matter to the outside world. Just say that our people killed him. Okay, let's dispose of the body." Then he pulled Zhang Jun aside.
"Brother, tell me the truth, what's going on?" Xu Feihu asked with a frown.
Zhang Jun said calmly: "It's okay not to mention what's going on in the world. Just do what I just said and I'll make sure nothing happens." Then he added, "I have the power to kill suspicious targets, so if I kill this person, I won't do anything wrong."
Within the scope of responsibilities.”
Xu Feihu nodded vigorously, and without asking any more questions, he led the people to deal with the scene.
The next day, Zhang Jun had breakfast and went to the supermarket to do some general cleaning. After finishing the work, it was already lunch time. At this time, Guo Lan called and said that Professor Guo was going back to Zhongyuan City today to handle some urgent matters.
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Zhang Jun wanted to take a look at the demon-conquering pestle, so he said, "I'll go with you and go to the Central Plains to do some business."
He didn't even have time to eat lunch, so he said hello to his parents and hurried over. The two met at the Cultural Relics Bureau. Professor Guo was still the same as before, with a pipe in his mouth and a smile as he bid farewell to the leaders of the Cultural Relics Bureau.
After Zhang Jun arrived, he greeted the father and daughter, got into the car provided by the Cultural Relics Bureau with them, and set off for Dongling City.
In the car, Zhang Jun asked: "Uncle Guo, why is it so urgent that we have to leave today?"
Professor Guo smiled and said: "A big collector in Japan, Norio Mitsui, wants to exchange cultural relics with the school collection of Chung Yuan University. During World War II, a large number of domestic precious cultural relics flowed into Japan. Norio Mitsui's family is one of the most famous collectors in Japan.
One of the more famous ones.”
Zhang Jun said bitterly: "The Japanese are robbers. They robbed our things back then, but now they come out to communicate with us."
Professor Guo sighed: "A weak country will naturally be bullied." At this point, he seemed to think of something, and said, "Zhang Jun, I'm thinking that the scale of this exchange should not be limited to two. The more collection institutions there are,
The better you participate.”
Zhang Jun asked: "Uncle Guo, do you want to recruit more people to join the gang?"
Professor Guo nodded: "Actually, I want to use this opportunity to try to realize one of my ideas."
"What do you think?" Zhang Jun asked curiously.
"In fact, a large part of our country's precious cultural relics are lost among the people and overseas. It would be a pity if these cultural relics were only hidden in one room and family and only allowed to be played by a few people. If they could be displayed for the world to appreciate, then it would be a pity.
That’s called making the best use of things.” Professor Guo said, “So I wonder if we can set up a large organization with strong financial and organizational capabilities and a good reputation that can rent precious cultural relics from all over the world and then take them out.
Centralized display.”
After hearing this, Guo Lan smiled and said: "Dad, you are daydreaming again. Such a big project cannot be completed without billions. Who would be willing to invest in such a thing?"
"That's not necessarily the case." Zhang Jun said with a smile, "I'm more interested."
Guo Lan was startled, and then she remembered Zhang Jun's identity, the CEO of Tianxing Investment Company. Her eyes lit up and she smiled: "Dad, you have found the right person now! Zhang Jun is a big capitalist, and you must drag him into the trap."
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Zhang Jun rolled his eyes: "What big capitalist? He is an entrepreneur."
Professor Guo looked at Zhang Jun with a little expectation in his eyes: "Zhang Jun, what do you think?"
Zhang Jun was inspired by Professor Guo just now. He smiled and said: "Uncle Guo, my idea is similar to yours, but the concept is fundamentally different. You want to rent other people's things and then show them to everyone.
Look. My idea is to provide a platform for displaying cultural relics so that those who own cultural relics are willing to take them out and make money."
"Making money?" Professor Guo looked confused.
"Well, suppose we set up a large-scale exhibition company and have a certain international influence, then we can conduct touring exhibitions around the world. Of course, we have to collect tickets during the touring exhibitions, and the income from the tickets is the source of rent.
." Zhang Jundao, "You and I have similar ideas, but in fact our goals are different. Your goal is to spend money to rent things, but my idea is to collect things and put them into exhibitions to make money. The former will make money out of ten, while the latter has a huge chance.
It might make money."
Guo Lan thought for a while and said: "Zhang Jun, I think you are also confused. How much can you charge for the tickets? How much is the rent?"
Zhang Jundao: "We need to find professionals to plan this. Then we can discuss a reasonable ticket price. I think it won't be a big problem."
"After talking for a long time, are you willing to do this project?" Guo Lan asked, blinking.
"Yes, why not?" Zhang Jun said with a smile, "Collecting tickets is just a way to make money. We can also make high imitation products, carry out treasure appraisal activities, and even artificially create a collecting craze in a certain field. These are all
There are many ways to make money.”
Guo Lan said with emotion: "You are indeed a profiteer, your ideas are just different."
Zhang Jun ignored her teasing and continued: "Uncle Guo, I think we can take advantage of this cultural relic exchange to get this matter done. Tianxing Investment Company will continue to follow up and there will be professionals to discuss with you.
A matter of cooperation.”
When Professor Guo heard about the show, he was very excited and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhang, you are really my lucky star!"
After arriving in Tanglin, the three of them took a flight to Zhongyuan City and returned to the apartment building of Zhongyuan University. It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as they got home, Guo Lan was busy cooking, while Zhang Jun was chatting with Professor Guo in the room.
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While chatting, he mentioned the vajra pestle and said, "Uncle Guo, how did you get that vajra pestle to subdue demons?"
Professor Guo thought for a while and said: "This thing has been with me for more than 40 years, and it was collected during the Cultural Revolution. Didn't we destroy the four olds and defeat all demons and monsters? A lama monk from Tibet was used by the Red Guards.
He was killed by a gunshot, and when he was buried, a vajra was found on his body. I knew it was a good thing, so I kept it quietly and have been hiding it until now."
Zhang Jun knew it in his mind and knew that this thing most likely came from Tibet and was the same thing as Zheng Long said. He thought about it and said, "Uncle Guo, where is this thing now? It's not convenient for us.
Let me take a look?"
Professor Guo smiled and said: "Of course it is convenient. It is placed under my bed. I can show it to you right away."