Later, it will change, this land is the same as oil and gold, one price a day, it just so happens that the wild cat wants to sell now, if she waits until she doesn't want to sell it and then buys it, not only will it not be at this price, but it will depend on whether she is willing to sell it.

The two signed the contract, and then Jobs sent the money to Wildcat all at once.

"I hope we have a good time working together."

"That's natural."

Wildcat put away the contract and money, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. What is hidden behind this witty smile is a little difficult to see.

Jobs suddenly had a very bad feeling in his heart, and such a feeling made him a little flustered. This woman always has a feeling that people can't put into words, as if it is particularly complicated.

"Mr. Jobs, why don't you have a drink here and go?" Wildcats look particularly enthusiastic.

Just got the contract done, and Jobs had to go back to report to his boss, so he didn't want to delay. Besides, this woman made him feel a little strange today, he had planted it in her hands more than once, and he was a little worried that he would encounter some other problems again if he stayed, so he agreed to stay.

"Thank you Wildcat for your kindness, I still have some things, I'll go first."

"Slow down doesn't give ......"

Seeing Jobs leave, the corners of Wildcat's mouth showed a certain kind of smug joy, she smiled faintly, and said to her subordinates: "Hurry up and report to you, just say that the land has been rented out and the contract has been signed." ”

"Yes......"

The progress of a qiē was very smooth, and the heart of the wild cat was full of all kinds of joy.

After leaving the Wildcat's camp, Jobs hurriedly called his boss Kikodorf to report on his current situation, and Kikodorf seemed to approve of Jobs's approach. Jobs was still worried about something in his heart, but as soon as he heard the boss's praise, those worries in his heart suddenly disappeared.

Everything is ready, the next step is to build, and then slowly graft the pipes underneath for oil extraction. Since the wild cat already knows that it is renting land for oil extraction, it saves a lot of trouble, and it doesn't have to pretend to build a factory or anything like that.

When Hanxin was about to go to the wildcat, he suddenly heard that the contract had been signed and the land had been leased out for ten years, and he suddenly felt as if he had lost his soul.

Oil in the north is a national resource, and it is in the interests of the country and the people. Now he has a bunch of gringos, which makes him very resentful, and he feels as if he is a little ashamed.

Wang Minghui looked at Hanxin's appearance and knew that he was very sad, he patted Hanxin's shoulder lightly a few times, and said with some comfort: "Brother Xin, there are some things that no one can obstruct. Let it be, why bother with it, since that's already the case? ”

Hanxin shook his head slightly, and smiled bitterly: "You don't understand." Okay, I want to be alone. ”

Wang Minghui nodded lightly: "Brother Xin, don't go too far." We'll wait for you to come back for dinner later. ”

"Hmmm......"

Hanxin drove out for a ride alone.

The window opened gently, and the wind outside the window blew on his face, as if he had suddenly eliminated a lot of troubles in his heart.

"Knock ......"

"Knock ......"

Suddenly, a bell rang not far away, and the wind of the bell hung coldly, and suddenly the car stopped in front of a temple.

It is a very quiet and ancient temple, and it seems to be deserted, with only a few pilgrims shuttling here. Han Xin had long wanted to burn incense and pray, hoping to let Uncle Gen and them reach Bliss as soon as possible, after all, they died for themselves. He felt guilty in his heart.

Hanxin slowly walked into this ancient temple, wandering around, admiring the Buddha's light.

The precincts are very clean, and it looks very refreshing. Just now, his mind was still a little messy, as if it was a mess, but at this moment, his state of mind became very peaceful.

Hanxin closed his eyes slightly, sniffing the direction of the soil, and suddenly felt that his mood suddenly brightened.

"Donor ......"

Just as Han Xin closed his eyes and concentrated, suddenly a crisp voice made Han Xin open his eyes.

"Donor, the abbot would like to ask you to come over and talk."

Suddenly, a small novice appeared in front of Hanxin's eyes, and Hanxin couldn't help but be stunned.

"Abbot?"

"Yes."

"yes, okay."

Hanxin followed closely behind Xiao Shami, passing through the Tallinn where the bones of the monks of the past generations were buried, as well as the stele forest, the colorful Buddha beads in his hand instantly emitted a dazzling light, and the cold heart's eyes tingled, as if he had seen a lot of pictures of previous killings, and what he didn't understand the most was why he also saw a lot of ancient battlefield scenes that would only appear on the silver screen, which also appeared in the life and death of several beauties and a general, and then a golden dragon swept by.

"Don't ...... Don't ......"

A lot of sweat droplets suddenly appeared on his cold forehead, and the cold sweat continued to drip down his cheeks.

"Donor ......"

Suddenly, a deep voice rang in the ears of the cold heart, and this light call penetrated the heart like a Sanskrit sound, and woke the cold heart up at once.

"I ...... What happened to me just now? ”

When I woke up, I found myself lying in the abbot's bedroom.

An old monk in a robe looked at Han Xin with kind eyebrows, and smiled slightly: "Donor, you suddenly fainted in front of Tallinn and the tombstone just now. And then he kept shouting no, don't want it, and say something like a golden dragon or something. ”

Hanxin let out a long breath, a little strange why he dreamed like that.

"Old Abbot, where is this?"

"The pagoda temple on Jiming Mountain."

"Chicken Song Mountain? Pagoda Temple? ”

I couldn't help but hesitate. I have heard of the chilling place of Jiming Mountain, and I have also heard of the pagoda temple. But it's always just a rumor, and few people can actually see it. Some people say that Jiming Mountain is the place where King Wu of Zhou attained enlightenment when he was defeated, and some people say that there was once a shocking dragon in the Pagoda Temple. Regarding these legends, I don't think it's strange when I think of the dream I just had.

"Donor, the poor monk takes the liberty of asking, is the golden dragon you just saw a flying golden dragon soaring above the sky? Magnificent? ”

"How do you know?" A chilling face full of surprise.

However, the old abbot did not answer his words, but continued to ask: "I wonder what else the donor has seen in between?" ”

"Killings and wars, both realistic and ancient." Hanxin's voice was a little small. He is not afraid of anything in his life, but what he is most afraid of is to recall some scenes of killing on the battlefield back then. It was precisely because of this that he wanted to leave such a life and become a small clerk in an advertising agency.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

The old abbot smiled slightly when he heard the cold answer. There seems to be a great mystery hidden between the smiles.

"Old abbot, what are you laughing at?"

"I've been waiting for you, and you're finally here today."

"What?" The more I listened, the more mysterious I felt, the old abbot was very angry, and he had never seen it before, "The abbot has seen me?" Know I'm coming? ”

"We don't know each other, we haven't met." The old abbot's answer was very decisive.

"Oh? Why did the old abbot just say that I was finally here? ”

"Hehe, because you're the one I'm waiting for." The old abbot nodded with satisfaction as he spoke, looking at Hanxin, as if he had a special appreciation for Hanxin.

Han Xin frowned slightly, as if he understood something, and said for a long time, this old monk was preparing to cross himself. They are all Buddhas who cross sentient beings and cross all evils in the world. Could it be that he is a super soldier king like himself, his hands are covered with blood, and today he is going to shave his ordination and escape into the empty door in the pagoda temple on this Jiming Mountain?

"Old Abbot, what do you want to say?" Hanxin squinted carefully, and his gaze was a little deep.

"Donor, have you seen the beads in your hand? It is made of the bones of the monks and Buddhas of the past dynasties, and it contains a great aura. The scene you saw in your dream just now is that the Buddha beads have sensed the aura in the pagoda and the stone tablet, and some past and future things have appeared. ”

"Past and future?" The cold mouth muttered silently, as if repeating the words of the old monk.

"You killed too much, and your hands were full of blood, but after all, you have a relationship with the Buddha, this is the destiny of heaven. Amitabha. ”

I'll go...... I haven't understood it for a long time, what does this mean?

Hanxin doesn't believe in the Buddha, and he doesn't believe in it very much. What the old monk said was too miraculous, but the dream just now really seemed to be true: "Old abbot, you want to accept me as a disciple, you just say it." I am a very good talker, although my hands are covered with blood, but I kill all the sinful people, and I am walking the right way of heaven and earth. So it shouldn't be considered a person who kills too much, right? ”

Hanxin spoke a little lightly, as if he didn't take what the old monk said to heart at all.

"Donor, people live a lifetime of grass and trees, and the world is ignorant, if you can not start the killing ring, and have the safety of the world in mind, wouldn't it be better?"

When I was about to say something, the old monk continued: "I am actually dead, my body has been sitting in the tower, and now what you see in front of you is just a virtual body condensed by my spiritual energy, I hope that the donor can bring the colorful Buddha beads to the world, and get rid of all the evils in the world." ”

"Old abbot? What do you mean by that? ”

"Fate comes and goes, everything is empty. Let's take your time and realize it. ”

After the old monk finished speaking, he turned into a fresh breeze and suddenly rushed towards the cold heart.

"My fate is over, and I will give my lifelong cultivation and aura to the donor, hoping to help you become a righteous path."

Suddenly, a powerful air flow filled his body, and the clothes on his body were torn apart by this powerful force.

"Hoo ......"

Han Xin felt that his heart was hot, as if a flame was burning, but soon such a feeling was slowly stabilized by the internal strength and mental mediation method that Han Xin learned from Shen Junqian.

Looking back at the temple, everything is still the same, but it seems that there is no human population in this temple for a long time. There was only one old man sweeping some dust and smoke from the ground.

Could it be that the qiē just now is just an illusion in front of you? It's said to be an illusion, but what I experienced just now is so real, and I can't accept such a mysterious feeling. Is this the same as the urban adventures in the e-book I usually read when I have nothing to do?

The impact of reality and virtuality made Hanxin a little dazed. However, he quickly tried to calm his mood and left the Jiming Mountain Pagoda Temple. By the time we reached the foot of the mountain, the temple was long gone.