At two o'clock in the afternoon, Xiang Feng hurried to the headquarters of Sanyuan Group, and Liu Sanyuan, who was waiting at the door, saw Xiang Feng coming over and hurriedly welcomed Xiang Feng in.

Liu Sanyuan's expression was a little serious, he took Xiang Feng all the way to the top floor, and came to a room that Xiang Feng had never seen, the layout of this room was somewhat like a Buddhist hall, Liu Sanyuan stood at the door of the room, knocked lightly, and said, "Chairman, someone brought it." ”

After a while, an old voice came from inside: "Let him in." ”

Liu Sanyuan glanced back at Xiang Feng, bowed down and pushed open the door, he nodded at Xiang Feng, and said, "Brother Xiang Feng, please come in." ”

Xiang Feng now knows that the person he is going to meet is Lu Zizhen, the chairman of Sanyuan Group and the founder of Shengmeng.

When he was in Guangling City, Xiang Feng had already investigated the identity of the senior management of Sanyuan Group very clearly, the chairman of Sanyuan Group, his identity was very mysterious, even in the Huaxia Information Center, there were only a few pieces of information about Lu Zihao, and he didn't know where he came from, and even his file was empty.

Liu Sanyuan took Xiang Feng through a long corridor, saying that it was a long corridor, but it was more accurate to say that it was a gallery, around this long corridor, there were all kinds of murals painted, and the content of the murals was mainly based on the myths and stories of Buddhism and Taoism, and even Xiang Feng, who didn't pay much attention to these, could understand a lot.

Some of the murals depict the Great War of the Gods. Some murals depict the Buddha cutting meat to feed the eagle. Seeing Xiang Feng's puzzled look, Liu Sanyuan laughed softly: "Our chairman is a master of Taoism, and when you see it, you will understand." ”

Xiang Feng nodded with a smile and said, "That's right, it can be seen that just the gliding of these murals is not something that ordinary people can do, if I guess correctly, these murals should be from Chairman Lu's hand." ”

Liu Sanyuan's expression was full of shock, Xiang Feng was still the first person who could see at a glance that these murals were extraordinary, he nodded again and again, and said: "Brother Xiang Feng is really good-looking, no wonder our Chairman Lu values you so much." To be honest, there are no less than 100 people who have seen this gallery, and only the Xiang Feng brothers can see that these murals are from our Chairman Lu. ”

Xiang Feng smiled, and did not intend to solve Liu Sanyuan's doubts, these murals imply a domineering atmosphere, and people with this kind of atmosphere will not be able to paint murals for others at all, so Xiang Feng will conclude that these murals are from Lu Zizhen's hand.

Seeing that Xiang Feng was silent, Liu Sanyuan didn't want to continue to ask, and walked through the corridor, and they walked into a room, which was filled with a faint fragrance of Buddha, and in the main hall of the room, there were three statues of gods.

The statue in the middle is a middle-aged man wearing a white showman's suit, this middle-aged man's dress is a bit similar to the style of the Ming Dynasty, he holds a folding fan in his hand, a pair of eyes are as sharp as an eagle falcon, on his left, is a Buddha statue of Lao Tzu, on his right, is a Buddha statue of Shakyamuni.

The statue of the middle-aged man in the middle is a wax figure made of silicone, every hair is lifelike, and the other two statues are just statues of ordinary materials, Xiang Feng can be sure that he does not know the middle-aged man in the middle, and in the mythological story, I am afraid that there is no such an immortal in the Ming Dynasty.

The chairman of the Sanyuan Group would put this middle-aged man between the two gods and Buddhas, which not only made Xiang Feng feel horrified.

At this moment, there was a burst of old laughter in the quiet room behind the Buddha statue, and with this burst of laughter, an old man came out of it, wearing a set of yellow Taoist robes, looking kind and kind, and his whole body was full of a temperament that made people bow and worship.

Xiang Feng was shocked in his heart, when he was a child, he had seen a monk with a similar temperament to this old man, listening to those uncles, this temperament is called the power of faith in Buddhism and Daojia, this is a very mysterious ability, although it does not have attack power, but it can make people feel at peace.

In ancient times, many wicked people who liked to kill would not help but kneel down and worship when they saw this kind of master with the power of faith, and the murderous aura would disappear.

The only difference is that the aura on the old man's body vaguely has an extremely domineering connotation.

The old man looked at Xiang Feng with a smile and said with a smile: "You are Xiang Feng?"

Xiang Feng nodded and said, "Yes." ”

The old man's smile was even brighter, and he laughed softly: "I have always heard people talk about you, you are really young, when I was as old as you, I still stayed in a small mountain village to herd cattle." ”

Xiang Feng said softly: "The seniors have won the award, and the juniors still have a long way to go compared to you." ”

The old man laughed and said: "It doesn't matter how far the road is, as long as you can finish it, with your potential, it won't take you a few years, I'm afraid you will be able to finish the road I have walked." ”

The old man glanced at Liu Sanyuan beside him and said, "Sanyuan, don't you want to see the seat?" Liu Sanyuan hurriedly responded, respectfully moved a seat, and put it next to Xiang Feng.

Only then did Xiang Feng notice that there were no seats in this room, and it was almost empty except for three futons.

The old man invited Xiang Feng to sit down, sat cross-legged on the futon, and said with a smile: "First of all, I want to thank you for the gossip map, to tell you the truth, our Holy League has been looking for this mausoleum, and we have been looking for it for four or five years. ”

Hearing the old man say this, Xiang Feng's heart couldn't help but tighten, he listened to the old man's meaning, he wanted to swallow this mausoleum alone, he opened his mouth and closed his mouth The Holy Alliance, it seems that he has taken this mausoleum as his own.

Sure enough, the old man opened his mouth and said: "Xiang Feng, I'll tell you straight to the point, this mausoleum has something that our Holy Alliance must get, I think you should have discovered it by accident, it's better to do this, I'll give you a billion yuan, even if I buy this gossip map, how about it?"

One billion, in the eyes of most people, is a huge amount of money, and in the old man's opinion, Xiang Feng should be very happy to agree.

Xiang Feng's face changed slightly, and he frowned: "Senior, this gossip map was not obtained by accident, I also spent a lot of energy for this mausoleum, you want to take it for yourself with a word, this is not in line with our original promise, right?"

The old man's face showed a trace of surprise, he didn't expect Xiang Feng to refuse, seeing this scene, Liu Sanyuan quickly touched Xiang Feng and signaled Xiang Feng not to say any more, he knew the old man's temper very well, this old man seemed to be smiling all day long, but he was a ruthless character.