Wang Le saw Jin Zhongxin smiling, and couldn't help but laugh as well: "Uncle, am I, a layman, making jokes?"

I saw Jin Zhongxin first get up and take a Gente cigarette from the cigarette case on the bedside table and light it, and asked rhetorically without answering: "Do you know what is the biggest difference between this era and the imperial dynasty era?"

Wang Le was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head, because this question is too big, too abstract, and there is no accurate answer, just like the truth that there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people.

"The biggest difference is whether there is faith or not. Jin Zhongxin said lightly.

After a pause, Jin Zhong said: "When there is no faith, this world will become more and more impetuous, and eventually the etiquette will collapse, and the world will be chaotic." ”

"Eh!" Wang Le muttered in his heart: "Obviously I'm talking about Genghis Khan's secret burial, how can it be related to the belief of Laoshizi, we don't seem to be on the same frequency, the bull's head is not the horse's mouth!"

Of course, this is just Wang Le thinking about it in his heart, and the appearance he made must still be listening, with a deep sympathy, showing a very interested look.

"However, in the thousands of years of the imperial dynasty, people have faith, whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, or others, they always have faith in their hearts, such as Genghis Khan's belief in 'immortality'. Kim Zhongxin said.

"Immortal Heaven, does this have anything to do with secret burial?" Wang Le asked.

I saw Jin Zhongxin shaking his head and saying: "I just want to tell you that for people in ancient times, faith runs through the whole life, goes deep into the blood and bone marrow, and can never be changed." ”

After a pause, Jin Zhongxin said: "To put it simply, Genghis Khan's belief will tell him that he is the child of the supreme god 'Immortal Heaven', and in this belief, everything in the world has a soul, and it is divided into hell and heaven on earth. ”

"He belongs to himself in the world, everything such as power, wealth, women, etc., and even the whole world, is extremely brilliant, truly unprecedented and unprecedented, so after a hundred years of old age, he enters heaven, then of course he has to enjoy everything in his life!"

Speaking of this, Jin Zhongxin looked at Wang Le and asked rhetorically: "Then do you think Genghis Khan will really be buried thinly, leaving only a coffin for himself, and nothing else will be buried in the earth?"

"Eh!" Wang Le was speechless, and suddenly didn't know how to refute.

"Even if a civilian who has no money, when he is about to die, he will pinch two copper plates in his hand, not to mention the generation of Genghis Khan, who conquered the two continents of Asia and Europe, was called the 'whip of God' by the Europa, and laid down the infinite land!" Jin Zhongxin pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and said again very firmly.

After listening to Jin Zhongxin's analysis, the doubts in Wang Le's heart disappeared, but there were still apprehensions in his heart.

Because Wang Le has always been a very rational person, seeing is believing, before seeing it with his own eyes, he always has uncertain thoughts in his heart, and he will not blindly believe it.

"When the time comes, whether there are any rare treasures or not, it is still secondary to the kid, the most important thing is Genghis Khan, his mausoleum is buried with the source stone, and the martial arts inheritance of Qiu Chuji!" Wang Le looked at Jin Zhongxin and said very seriously.

I saw Jin Zhongxin hum and said solemnly: "Of course." ”

Then Jin Zhongxin said: "Don't forget, Scarface is also an innate master of martial arts, and he also needs the source stone, as well as Qiu Chuji's martial arts inheritance, since he said that there is one in it, then he won't speak, he must have a considerable degree of certainty!"

Wang Le smiled in a low voice and said lightly: "If he keeps to himself, it's fine, I, Wang Le, have never been a person who eats alone, and when the time comes, the rain and dew will be wet." ”

After a pause, Wang Le's smile disappeared, his face became expressionless, and at the same time, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he continued: "If he wants to stuff everything into his pocket, then I can't ask for it, I don't mind spending some hands and feet to get rid of him, and take all the source stones and Qiu Chuji's martial arts inheritance into my pocket!"

Jin Zhongxin laughed, blinked his eyes and said, "Scarface definitely didn't expect that you were already a congenital master of martial arts at such a young age, this is a good time for you to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, don't waste it." ”

Wang Le smiled and said: "Jiang Taigong fishing, the one who wishes to take the bait, the kid has never been a person who likes to cause trouble, I hope Scarface is not too domineering, otherwise he will be finished!"

Speaking of this, Wang Le looked at Jin Zhongxin and asked with a smile: "Uncle, me and Scarface are both innate masters of martial arts, why are you so confident in me and think that you can defeat Scarface?"

Seeing that Jin Zhongxin didn't think much about it, he replied: "It's very simple, that is, the fist is afraid of being less strong, you are younger than him, the spirit of your body is at its peak, and the scarred face is already old." ”

"Eh!" Wang Le touched his nose and said secretly in his heart: "Why don't you say that ginger is still old and spicy, I will suffer if I can't say it." ”

This idea also flashed in Wang Dashao's heart, like a ship crossing the water without a trace, because he was extremely confident in his combat power.

If Scarface is Hong Burang, or the existence of Grandpa Jiyang, then of course it is another story, and if this is the case, even if there is an elixir in Genghis Khan's mausoleum, Wang Dashao will not go this way.

Seeking skin with tigers and playing with fire and self-immolation, only fools will do it!

"It's not early, you're tired from driving all day, and you're going to the train station tomorrow morning to pick up the goods, so you have to rest quickly and recuperate enough to cope with the next trip, after all, this is just the beginning." Jin Zhongxin turned off the bedside wall lamp and said to Wang Le.

Wang Le hummed, didn't say anything more, put his hands on his head and closed his eyes, and began his daily practice...

The capital, the Su family's mansion.

At 12 o'clock in the morning, Sunan knocked on the bedroom door of his grandfather Su Zhendong.

Half an hour later, Su Zhendong, who was wearing pajamas, sat in the study and listened to Sunan say: "After tracking down the burgundy Hummer along the road, Wang Le and nine well-known tomb robbers on the Northwest Road went to Inner Mongolia, and crossed the border to Outer Mongolia at about 10 o'clock in the evening!

Su Zhendong's body stiffened, and his face fell: "It seems that he really wants to do the immoral thing of digging people's graves!"

Sunan didn't think much about it, and nodded directly: "That's right, I mobilized all the people of the Su family in the northwest to finally find out that in the recent days, the group of people who traveled with Wang Le have purchased a large number of tomb robbery tools, which is very amazing, it seems that the grave dug this time is not simple!"

"Huaxia's graves are already dug enough, how can you go to the prairie where birds don't to dig up, what can be dug up there?"

After Sunan finished the report, he couldn't help muttering to himself, full of confusion...