At the end of the ceremony, it was five o'clock in the morning, Zhang Peng and the two sisters said goodbye first and went home to rest. Li Chunsheng and Lao Huangpi stayed behind to deal with the aftermath, on the one hand, they had to find someone to fill in the passage, and on the other hand, they had to go down to carry up the body of the warrior monk and send it back to Lotus Mountain for cremation.

Zhang Peng returned home, subconsciously looked at the two demon knives hanging on the wall of the living room, and remembered that Oda Masako might still be alive, and suddenly had goosebumps. But now that the clues are interrupted, he can't continue to investigate, so he has to give up.

After the two sisters finished bathing, Zhang Peng also went in to wash. His cloak was black, dusty and filthy. Before entering the house, he was asked by Xiao Yunuo to take it off, put it in a plastic bag, and throw it into the trash.

After taking a shower, the faint smell of corpses was finally replaced by the fragrance of soap. By this time, the two sisters had gone back to their small room to rest, and the door was closed. He sat down in the living room, drank some water, and cleared his mind.

Many years ago, the Eastern Branch of the Toei Hirano Foundation, a subsidiary of the Toei Hirano Foundation, conducted certain taboo experiments in China. In the end, the matter was revealed, and Masako Oda of the Sakura Group apologized for her guilt and volunteered to become an experiment. At the moment, it seems likely that Oda Masako was resurrected, but it is also possible that the body was eaten by a scavenger hiding in the shadows. However, judging from the name on the Demon Sword Half-Red Pill, the resurrection is more likely.

It seems that it must be disposed of as soon as possible, so as not to be remembered. After all, this demon knife is self-conscious, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a living thing. God knows what special methods the other party has, in case they come to the door and the two sisters are not at home, the consequences are unimaginable.

After straightening out his thoughts, Zhang Peng felt a little sleepy, returned to the room, turned on the air conditioner, covered it with a thin quilt, and soon fell asleep.

And just when Zhang Peng fell asleep, Dai Le, the director of Tiangong's office in Nanzhou City, was sitting on the edge of the bed in the dormitory, frowning, smoking one cigarette after another.

The Lotus Temple has lost a person and lost a piece of magic weapon, so it is necessary to apply for at least two million sesame oil money. The thought of this huge amount of money made him so sad that he couldn't sleep, and there was a lot of frothing on his lips.

If this matter is simple and clear in ancient times, but in modern times, it is a bit tricky. In ancient times, there was a huge gap in the strength of the mortal realm and the cultivation realm. If you encounter any disaster, you still have to ask someone to go out of the mountain. Therefore, both the court and the people regard the cultivation world as a god. Since ancient times, one side of the water and soil has raised one side of the sect, there is sesame oil every month, and there are offerings every year.

But in modern times, the power of firearms has increased dramatically, and in terms of pure force, the mortal realm has completely surpassed the cultivation realm. For example, the fire demon encountered today, two cruise missiles, can also be killed. If it doesn't work, then two more shots, anyway, the missile is a mass-produced type, unlike an unborn genius like Twin Lotus, which is rare and rare in a hundred years. Taking a step back, even if their power is comparable to that of a nuclear bomb, it is incomparable, because the nuclear bomb is also a mass-produced type. Twenty nuclear bombs are certainly many times more difficult than discovering and cultivating the Twin Lotus.

The imbalance in force has caused the status of the cultivation world to be much worse than before. In the past, the imperial court and the cultivation realm were equal and mutually beneficial, but now, the cultivation realm has become a vassal of the state. The Heavenly Palace is a product of this situation, half cultivation and half ordinary, half government and half sect. And this four-like organization is the bridge of communication between the two sides.

Now, Dai Le is caught in this gap, and he has applied for less sesame oil money, offending the Lotus Temple, applying too much, offending his superiors, and really having a headache.

First of all, the pension of 1.5 million yuan is not a penny less. In modern society, the dead porters have to accompany 1.8 million, not to mention the iron wheel warrior monks who have been cultivated for several years. Then there is 500,000 yuan, as the cost of the Lotus Temple's trip out of the mountain to subdue demons and subdue demons, of which 200,000 is the hardship fee, and 300,000 is the loss fee of the "Jiuyao Buddha Bead".

It is said that this magic weapon has to be sacrificed for ten years before it can be a small success, and the nine beads of Yuanguang have been sacrificed for more than 40 years. Not to mention 300,000, it is not an exaggeration to ask for a million. It's just that they weren't the ones who solved the fire demon this time, and they were a little ashamed in their hearts, and they were not too embarrassed to speak.

The Master of the Circle Light only said, "You can see what you do." ”

However, if others don't care, it doesn't mean that he can not care, and he has to be more conscious, otherwise how will he face others in the future? When you encounter difficulties, are you embarrassed to look for them? But then again, he is conscious, and it does not mean that the people above are conscious. What he has experienced does not mean that the people above have seen it with their own eyes.

The so-called business is not about oneself, hanging high, the set of Huaguo officialdom is the same as in the Heavenly Palace. However, no matter what, the problem has to be solved.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Dai Le dialed the phone of his superiors with a nervous mood.

"Director Li, hello, I'm Xiao Dai...... Thank you to the leader, in the midst of your busy schedule, to answer my call...... Ha ha...... It's all good, the work is going well, it's just ......"

Then, Dai Le reported the situation to the superior leaders.

"Well...... "Well," he pondered for a while, and said, "This matter should be taken seriously, the pension cannot be less, and the sesame oil money cannot be less, I see, at least five million, no...... Ten million! ”

"Thank you, Director, for your concern, thank you." Dai Le thanked him repeatedly, the budget is such a thing, naturally the more the merrier, anyway, it is not his money.

At the end, the other party suddenly asked, "By the way, the Lotus Mountain you just talked about, is it the Lotus Temple or the Lotus Temple?" ”

"Lotus Temple." Dai Le replied subconsciously.

"Huh?" The tone over there suddenly became cold, and it was a little meaningful, "Xiao Dai, you have to take care of the country." ”

"This ......" Dai Le broke out in a cold sweat on his head, quickly wiped it with a handkerchief, and nodded in response, "It must be ......"

"I see, this Lotus Temple or something, one million is enough." Said casually over there. There was a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Huh?" Dai Le was taken aback, barely able to control his volume.

"Xiao Dai, you're not an outsider, I'll tell you clearly." Hearing his reaction, he said earnestly, "Last year, the Lotus Temple didn't even enter the top fifty at the True Cultivation National Games, let alone the big sects, even the small sects and small sects suppressed them. If it weren't for the fact that they had a thousand-year-old name, I wouldn't have wanted to give this million. After a pause, he asked, "Do you know what the above says about them?" ”

"How?" Dai Le wondered.

"A group of bald donkeys who cheat on food and drink." He said with a sneer.

"This ......" Dai Le looked very embarrassed, thought about it, and said, "The abbot of the Pure Sea of the Lotus Temple, but the Heavenly God Pillar." ”

"It used to be, but it's almost three hundred years old now. The last time I had a meeting, I heard Secretary Zhong comment on him, saying that he 'only passed away in ten years', and he was a person from the past. If you really have a mind, I suggest you ......" said in a changed tone, "The silent master of the Lotus Temple, you have to win it over." She was young and strong, cultivated to the sky, and taught two good apprentices. These hundreds must be southern giants. ”

"However, no matter what you say about this Lotus Temple, it is also a contribution, and the pension is not fully given, so it is always a little ...... Not well......" said Dale a little timidly.

"Those bald donkeys, who have no ability to talk about it, do not know the current affairs, are lonely, dull and old-fashioned, and refuse to cooperate with the work of our Heavenly Palace. Let them report the information of the doorman, did they report it? Let them send someone to the meeting, did they attend? Shame on your face, and the time to ask for money will come! "The volume over there suddenly rose up, and it looked extremely displeased.

"This ......" a cold sweat broke out on Dai Le's forehead again, and he wiped it with a handkerchief.

"Okay, I still have something to do, one million, that's it!" After speaking, he hung up the phone directly, and Dai Le was not allowed to say anything more.

"Alas......" Dai Le stared out the window blankly, lost in thought.

He had heard that there was some disagreement between the Lotus Temple and the Heavenly Palace, but there was a natural contradiction between the regional scattered cultivation organization and the Heavenly Palace, so he didn't take it to heart. But I didn't expect that the gap between each other would be so big.

It stands to reason that the Lotus Temple is a major sect in the south, with a heritage of nearly 1,500 years, and it is about to catch up with the patriarch of Buddhism. You must know that Shakyamuni founded Buddhism only more than 2,500 years ago. This lotus temple is the first batch of incense that was first distributed by Leiyin Temple. For thousands of years, it has played an important role.

But in the past two hundred years, the talents of the Lotus Temple have withered, and there are no masters, coupled with the conformism, and after the founding of the country, they have not interacted with the Heavenly Palace, so that in the mortal realm, the status has fallen vertically. It's just that a temple and a nunnery in Lotus Mountain have watched and helped each other and guarded Jingmen for thousands of years. The inner connection has long been inseparable. Tiangong's move is nothing more than a strategy of differentiation. The avenue of the Heavenly Palace is to unify the cultivation realm of Huaguo. But between all the cultivation, there is always a bottomless moat,

Not to mention Huaguo, it is the cultivation world of the world, and it is also respected by the strong. And the Great Dao of the Heavenly Palace is destined to fail to cultivate a truly strong man. People who have too much mundane affairs, how can they have great epiphany and great power?

The cultivators of the Heavenly Palace also understand this truth, so it is just a slogan and direction, to be a monk for a day and hit the clock for a day. Anyway, if you have money and social status, why can't you get along with yourself.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, when Dai Le was still worried, Zhang Peng woke up leisurely. First, I slept a good night's sleep, and then I got up, brushed my teeth and washed my face.

The door to the small room was still closed, and the two sisters had not yet woken up. He read a book and said that cultivators can meditate and practice qi, and they can still open valleys without sleeping. These two sisters are not only better than pigs to eat, but also better than pigs to sleep. He once asked this question when the mute master was making boiled cabbage hearts. As a result, Mrs. Shi glanced at him and said lightly, "Master Zhang Peng, you must have read too many novels." We cultivators are also human beings, and naturally we can eat the fireworks of the world. There was no soy sauce at home, so I bothered the donor to go down and buy a bottle and come back. ”

It is said that sleeping is the secret of beauty, and Zhang Peng naturally will not disturb the two sleeping beauties. I walked out the door lightly and came to the office on the second floor.

Xiao Zhang was playing with the computer, and the slight snoring sound went up and down. Turning his head, he saw that the old yellow skin was lying on the wooden sofa with his head up, his mouth open, and he was asleep.

"Come on, come on, help me look up some information." Zhang Peng whispered, so as not to wake up the old yellow skin.

"What information?" Xiao Zhang closed the webpage of growing cabbage and asked.

"Let's see what the rules are for auctioning things." Zhang Peng said. He wants to sell the half-red pill through the auction house, but he must figure out the rules and hide his identity.