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He approached slowly, and when the distance between the two of them shortened to ten meters, he suddenly stopped and opened his Buddha's eyes to observe each other.

The figure was Zheng Long, who had his back to Zhang Jun, his hands hanging down, motionless.

"I'm coming." Zhang Jundao.

Zheng Long turned around, his eyes were very clear, and they seemed to be more dazzling than the lights. His expression was a little weird, and he looked at it steadily.

As soon as he made eye contact with the other party, Zhang Jun's heart trembled, as if his soul almost jumped out of his body. It was a magical experience, but there was a great horror in his heart, as if he had just walked before the ghost gate.

"You're right." Zheng Long spoke, his voice without a trace of human feelings, "I approached Guo Lan for one thing. ”

"For a master of the secret art to be so valued, that thing must be very precious, right?" Zhang Jundao, "Demon Pestle?"

"It seems that you have asked Guo Lan, yes, that demon-slaying pestle is very important to me, because it is an artifact used by the first lama." Zheng Longdao.

Zhang Jun's mind moved, and he said, "So, you are a disciple of Tantric Buddhism?"

"I am indeed a disciple of Tantra, this thing is very important to me, if it weren't for your appearance, it wouldn't be long before I could get the Demon Suppression Pestle." "But it doesn't matter, you're going to die today." ”

"I'm going to die?" Zhang Jun sneered, "I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue!" ”

Suddenly, Zheng Long's eyes burst into flames, as if a demonic phantom was rushing towards him, and he crashed into Zhang Jun's body at once. He was shocked, his heart was pounding, and for a moment he felt like his soul was out of his body.

At the critical moment, a golden light flashed in his left eye, and a rolling wave of light descended on his body, shattering the phantom in an instant.

Zhang Junhui fù Qingming, exclaimed: "Fight the mystical method!"

The so-called "fighting gods" refers to a martial artist who has cultivated a secret method and is able to strike at 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 "striking the gods" destroys the enemy's mental will in an instant, causing severe consequences.

For example, just now, if it weren't for the effect of the golden light of the Buddha's eyes, he would have lost consciousness in an instant, and then he would be at the mercy of others, and the end would naturally be miserable.

The other party made a brazen move, of course Zhang Jun didn't have to be polite, the bones around his body crackled, the muscles and flesh instantly collapsed, and his body suddenly rose to more than two meters high, crushing it like a human-shaped tank.

That's right, it's crushing, and as soon as he stepped out, the concrete floor cracked inch by inch, and the center sank five centimeters, and began to spread out like a spider's web around him. At the same time, his shoes were trampled on at once, and then his toes slashed the ground, as if shrinking into inches, and instantly moved to Zheng Long.

Zheng Long was taken aback when he faced the tall and fierce Zhang Jun, his face showed horror, and he shouted, "King Kong is not bad!"

"Boom!"

Zhang Jun ignored him, urging his potential and internal strength, and raising his hand was a fierce suppression, just like Lao Tzu patting his son.

Zheng Long is also a master of transforming strength, and he has secret skills. It's a pity that Zhang Jun's blow was too fierce and domineering, as fast as thunder, he only had time to raise his arm slightly, and the thick palm had already pressed down.

"Click!"

His head was like a big watermelon, it was smashed all at once, and his brain shot to the ground, a large piece of red and white.

killed Zheng Long with one palm, Zhang Jun took out his mobile phone and reported it to the police. It didn't take long for Xu Feihu to arrive with people. When the police saw the corpses with their heads shattered, several of them vomited on the spot.

Zhang Junliang went abroad for security documents and said to Xu Feihu: "Director Xu, this person is the murderer of the villagers, a master of Tantra, and he has been killed by me."

Xu Feihu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates: "Don't leak this matter to the outside world, just say that our people killed it, okay, dispose of the body." Then he pulled Zhang Jun aside.

"Brother, you tell me the truth, what's going on?" Xu Feihu frowned and asked.

Zhang Jun said lightly: "If you don't mention the affairs in the rivers and lakes, you can do what I just said, and ensure that nothing happens." Then he added, "I have the authority to kill suspicious targets, so it is within my duty to kill this person." ”

Xu Feihu nodded vigorously, asked no more questions, and took people to start dealing with the scene.

The next day, after Zhang Jun had breakfast, he went to the supermarket to do a big cleaning, and it was already lunch time after finishing the work. At this time, Guo Lan called and said that Professor Guo was going back to Zhongyuan City today to deal with some urgent matters.

Zhang Junxin went to take a look at the demon pestle, so he said, "I'll go with you and go to the Central Plains to do some errands."

He didn't have time to eat lunch, so he greeted his parents and hurried over. When the two sides met at the Cultural Relics Bureau, Professor Guo was still the same, with a pipe in his mouth, and he was smiling and saying goodbye to the leaders of the Cultural Relics Bureau.

After Zhang Jun came, he greeted the father and daughter, and then got into the car provided by the Cultural Relics Bureau with them and set off for Tanglin City.

In the car, Zhang Jun asked: "Uncle Guo, why is it so urgent that you have to leave today?"

Professor Guo said with a smile: "One of Japan's great collectors, Norio Mitsui, wants to exchange cultural relics with the school collection of Chungyuan University. During World War II, a large number of domestic precious cultural relics flowed into Japan, and Mitsui Norio's family was one of the more famous Japanese collectors. ”

Zhang Jun said hatefully: "The Japanese are robbers, they robbed us of our things back then, but now they are running out to communicate."

Professor Guo sighed: "The weak country is naturally bullied." Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, and said, "Zhang Jun, I am thinking, the scale of this exchange should not be limited to two, and the more collection institutions participate, the better." ”

Zhang Jun asked: "What does Uncle Guo mean, is he going to pull a few more people into the gang?"

Professor Guo nodded: "Actually, I figured out this opportunity to try to realize one of my ideas."

"What thoughts?" Zhang Jun asked curiously.

"In fact, a large part of our country's precious cultural relics are in the private sector and overseas. It would be a pity if these cultural relics were only hidden in one room and only a few people played with them, and if they could be displayed for the world to enjoy, it would be called making the best use of them. "So I imagine that it is possible to set up a large institution that has strong financial and organizational capabilities and a good reputation to lease precious cultural relics from all over the world and then display them in a centralized manner." ”

After hearing this, Guo Lan smiled and said: "Dad, you are daydreaming again, such a big project can't be done without billions of billions, who would be willing to invest money in this kind of thing?"

"Not necessarily." Zhang Jun smiled, "I'm more interested." ”

Guo Lan was stunned for a moment, and then 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 he must be dragged into the water. ”

Zhang Jun rolled his eyes: "What a big capitalist is, 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 touched by Professor Guo just now, and he smiled and said, "Uncle Guo, my thoughts are similar to yours, but they are fundamentally different in concept. You want to rent someone else's stuff and show it to everyone. And my idea is to provide a platform for the display of artifacts, so that those who own artifacts are willing to take them out and make money. ”

"Make money?" Professor Guo looked confused.

"Yes, if we set up a large exhibition company and have a certain international influence, then we can travel all over the world. Of course, there is an entrance fee when the exhibition is touring, and the income from the ticket is the source of rent. Zhang Jun said, "You and I seem to have similar ideas, but in fact, the goals are different. Your goal is to spend money on renting things, but my idea is to collect things and go to exhibitions to make money. The former is likely to make money, and the latter is likely to make money. ”

Guo Lan thought for a while and said, "Zhang Jun, I think your thoughts are also suspenseful, how much money can you charge for tickets, can you have more rent?"

Zhang Jundao: "This will have to be planned by professionals, and when the time comes, a reasonable ticket price will be discussed, I don't think it's a big problem."

"After talking for a long time, are you willing to do this project?" Guo Lan asked with a wink.

"Do it, why not?" Zhang Jun said with a smile, "Collecting tickets is just a way to make money, we can also make high-quality imitation products, carry out treasure appreciation activities, and even artificially create a collection boom in a certain field, these are all channels that can make a lot of money." ”

Guo Lan sighed: "It's really worthy of being a profiteer, but the idea is different."

Zhang Jun ignored her ridicule and continued: "Uncle Guo, I think we can take the opportunity of this cultural relics exchange to handle this matter. Tianxing Investment Company will continue to follow up, and there will be professionals to discuss cooperation with you. ”

When Professor Guo heard that there was a play, he was greatly excited, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhang, you are really my lucky star!"

When they arrived in Tanglin, the three of them flew to Zhongyuan City and returned to the apartment building of Zhongyuan University, which was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as she got home, Guo Lan went to cook and chatted with Professor Guo in her room.

While chatting, he brought up the vajra pestle and said, "Uncle Guo, how did you get the vajra demon pestle?"

Professor Guo thought for a while and said, "This thing has been with me for more than 40 years, and it was still collected during the Cultural Revolution. At that time, didn't you break the four olds and defeat a qiē cow ghost snake god? A Tibetan lama monk was killed by the Red Guards with a gun, and when he was buried, a vajra was found on his body. I knew it was good, so I kept it and hid it until now. ”

Zhang Jun knew in his heart that this thing was from Tibet, and what Zheng Long said was the same thing. He thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Guo, where is this thing now?" It's inconvenient for me to take a look?"

Professor Guo smiled: "Of course it's convenient, it's just under my bed, and I can show it to you right away."

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