Intelligence, for intelligence organizations, is not good or bad, only valuable and priceless. The gossip circulating on the streets of the market or among the aunts in the vegetable market can also be said to be intelligence, but this kind of information is not worth a penny at all.

Valuable information is not so easy to obtain, and it often takes a lot of money to get useful information, and even costs lives.

As Yan Beifei's right-hand man, Dayan controls the entire intelligence network of Wuyinlou in Shangjing. To put it mildly, all the characters in the upper class in Shangjing, even if they are cheating with anyone and opening a room in a certain hotel, Dayan knows everything about it.

The intelligence network controlled by Dayan can be said to be doing everything in terms of collecting intelligence. As long as he can obtain valuable information, he will do whatever it takes.

The risk is great, the reward is great, but this time, he is destined to make a loss-making transaction, because this customer who needs information will not pay him a penny, and he, even if he can't get a penny from this customer, he has to 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 window, the sunlight shining through the glass into the spacious living room, his face was hidden in the shadows, looking a little gloomy.

"Tell me! You came up in person today, did you find out something? 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 is not in a hurry to deal with this matter, and it has always been his style of doing things unhurriedly.

"The three ** kings of Tantra have appeared in Beijing, and this is the address where they settled on the outskirts of Beijing. As he spoke, Dayan took out a small note from the pocket of his jacket and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Nangong Chu frowned and muttered: "The three ** kings of Tantra, what kind of realm have their martial arts reached?" There has always been no shortage of Buddhist masters in Tibet, especially Tantra, who is even more masterful, and the Tantric Living Buddha is known as the strongest person in Tibet.

"Hehe! Tantric Dharma King is second only to the master of the Living Buddha, where do you think their martial arts will be bad?" Dayan said casually, and it was not that he was going to provoke the great master from Tibet, as the so-called matter was not his own high.

"Is there any other news?" Nangong Chu smiled, slowly walked to the opposite side of the wild goose and sat down, with an indifferent expression on his face, as if he didn't care about the Tantric Dharma King at all.

"No, I'm also leaving, I'll let you know if there's any news. Dayan got up from the couch and walked towards the living room door.

"Ahh

After that, the wild goose opened the door and walked out. This guy's light skills have obviously reached the level of a grandmaster, and when he walks, he will definitely not make any sound.

Nangong Chu's left hand was lightly raised, and the note on the coffee table was sucked into his palm by a force. Glancing at the contents of the paper, Nangong Chu pinched his left hand, and when he let go again, some white scraps floated down his hand.

The weather in the north is changeable, and the scorching sun at noon scorches the ancient capital, but in the evening the sky darkens, gradually turning into a situation of dark clouds.

The sky outside was as black as ink, and a lightning bolt rolled and shone in the dark clouds like a dragon in the sky, startling a series of earth-shattering sounds, shaking the whole city and the storm coming...

At night, the thick black clouds that pressed on the city's head were still rolling like ink, and the lightning like a snake and a dragon shot out in the clouds, dancing wildly, and the continuous thunder and thunderbolts were like the sound of popcorn amplified a million times, and they vibrated and roared between the clouds.

The whole city trembled at the sound of thunderclap, like a frightened child, clasping his arms in his hands, hiding in a dark corner in a panic.

A heavy sense of depression pervades the hearts of everyone in the city, and this coercion from heaven and earth is the source of fear for all animals, even people.

Man is the spirit of all things, and at this time they are all hiding in strong houses made of reinforced concrete, and the influence of the power of heaven and earth on them has been weakened to a minimum.

The raindrops the size of beans fell all over the sky, with the power of falling from a high altitude, "crackling" and violently hitting the ground, splashing countless white flowers, and then falling to the ground, converging into streams on the streets, meandering and flowing, and finally all flowing into the city's underground waterways.

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 humidity of the rainstorm and hit his face.

As far as the eye can see, there are a few dim street lamps swaying outside the dark outside, and the entertainment, institutions, companies and other departments of the city that never sleeps are still lit up with colorful neon, but they are also covered by the rain curtain that covers the world and the sky is misty and ethereal, making the city a little less obscene in the world and a little more dreamy in the fairy world.

However, the city is more like being under the skies of hell, and there is a hell of a fire. In short, everything in the world has changed under the rain curtain of heaven and earth, as for what exactly it has become?

A series of lightning flashed through the clouds, and the sky and the earth were white. In this instantaneous light, even with Nangong Chu's gaze, he couldn't see far, and a few seconds later, the thunderclap that shook the heavens and the earth roared in this space, as if the giant beasts of the ancient flood era had reappeared in the world, and the angry roar was thrilling and shook the heavens.

Under this burst of thunderbolt, Nangong Chu's heart was also trembling inexplicably, and bursts of uneasy emotions came to his heart, could it be that Nangong Chu had a fear of lightning? Of course it can't be.

For a strong man like them, the thunder and lightning were just a joke, but he had a very bad premonition in his heart, as if something terrible was about to happen, which made his heart tremble.

It was the first time in his life that such a violent feeling had appeared, which shocked him and wondered at the same time, and he thought to himself: Is there anything else that can happen in this city? But what kind of big thing can make everyone feel frightened? Also, is this big event aimed at himself and others? Or is it aimed at other people?

Nangong Chu's deep gaze looked into the distance through the rain curtain of Zheli. The whole city seemed to be flooded, and the heavens and the earth were vast, and it was as if he had seen an ominous aura envelop over the city, condensing into a hideous devil's skull. After tearing his teeth and smiling at him, he quickly dissipated.

Hmph! As long as there is no innate invincible powerhouse looking for trouble, with his cultivation, it is enough to walk sideways in the ancient martial arts ability realm.

Hongluo Temple is located in the suburbs of Beijing, which is the holy place of Buddhism in the past dynasties and the birthplace of Jinghua Qigong. Hongluo Temple was founded in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, is the permanent residence temple of the ten directions, is the largest Buddhist jungle in the north, and has been a Buddhist holy place for thousands of years.

The successive abbots are mostly sent by the royal order, and the monks are frequent, and there is a saying that "there is Putuo in the south, and there is a red snail in the north". Because of the wonderful legend of the red snail fairy, the locals call it "Red Snail Temple".

The environment in the temple is elegant, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, evergreen all the year round, among them, the wisteria pine, the imperial bamboo forest, the male and female ginkgo biloba are known as the three superb scenes. Deep in the temple, there is a two-story house in the ancient woods. The second-floor window of the house shines in a dim light, and three figures cast on the window.

This has always been a place for monks to meditate on the Buddha, but tonight, this retreat is a little different from the past.

There was no sound of wooden fish in the retreat, only the slight sound of objects turning and the faint sound of chanting. The chanting is not as sound as that of Han Chinese Buddhists, because the people inside do not recite the scriptures in Chinese.

The heavy rain poured down, the lightning thundered, and it was pitch black in all directions, and a black shadow dodged and walked 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 at this time, and the raindrops of soybeans hit his body and hands, and they bounced out drop by drop. There was a house in the forest, and he seemed to have known it, so he walked straight towards the light shining through the forest.

He went under the window of the ashram and could only hear someone chanting inside. After a long while, the murmuring of the chanting stopped, and then the sound of talking came from inside the ashram.