"Alas, you also know, I am over 50 years old this year, when the Japanese invaded China, I was still a child, and I saw the atrocities of those beasts with my own eyes, even my father, Long Wei's grandfather, died at the hands of the Japanese, I swore a long time ago that I must kill all the Japanese dogs, but when I grew up, the Japanese had already left China,"

"Although I haven't been able to fulfill my oath in my life, my hatred for Little Japan has not diminished at all, so Ah Huan, you must take me there, I know that I am old, and I may not be able to help you with fighting and killing, but in addition to these, you always need someone to do other things, right?"

"Dad, don't go, let me go! I'll kill all the little Japan for you! ”

Long Wei, who was still hesitating before, was not worried about his father, but seeing that his father was so active, he still had nothing to worry about, so he said directly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Just you? Hmph, I'm not going, who knows if you'll be a traitor if you go? I don't worry about you! ”

"Ahem, I said Master, you, are you serious?"

"Of course!"

Seeing that the father and son were looking at him blankly, Qin Jihuan thought about it and said,

"That's it, Master, it makes sense that Senior Brother doesn't worry about you, after all, you're so old, hey, you've heard about it!"

Seeing that Master Uncle Long was excitedly preparing to refute, Qin Jihuan hurriedly shouted,

"Master, I didn't say I wouldn't let you go, so let's do it, I also contacted Brother Xiaoma before, he should come over in two months, these two months, you two will also discuss and discuss, prepare well, at least you have to practice marksmanship well, and learn some more history of that era, right? When the time comes, let's decide, how about it? ”

Master Uncle Long and Long Wei glanced at each other, and both nodded silently, indeed, even if you want to go, you can't just go now, you still have to do to prepare, at least you have to get to know the various characters of that era, right?

After bidding farewell to Master and Long Wei, who were aroused in his heart, Qin Jihuan did not forget the previous invitation, so he went straight to Meng Bo's detective agency and placed two orders with him.

One is to investigate Stephen? Zhou's detailed information, this should not be difficult, after all, the media have reported it, but Qin Jihuan was too lazy to bother, so he paid for Meng Bo to sort it out.

The second is to hope that Meng Bo can mobilize the relationship in the mainland, and investigate whether there is a Shaolin Temple in Hunan, even if it is very small, even if it is not famous, even if it is only built today, it doesn't matter, as long as it is this name.

After please, after these two things, Qin Jihuan said goodbye to Meng Bo with an enthusiastic face, no way, who made his social circle too small, and didn't want to waste time to find it slowly in person?

With Meng Bo, who is known as the city hunter, he can get everything he wants as long as he pays money, so why not?

Next, Qin Jihuan went to the hospital, and sure enough, even in Hong Kong at this time, there was no cure for asthma, so he could only suppress the attack, but he could not go to the root.

After buying a few sprays for asthma, Qin Jihuan didn't worry about this anymore, he believed in Huo Yuanjia's strength, as long as he could suppress the attack of the disease a little, it should be very simple to defeat that Akutagawa Ryuichi.

Later, for the sake of those drawings and materials, Qin Jihuan discussed with Uncle Long Wei and took advantage of it again.

Because the Internet was not developed in this era, it was undoubtedly very complicated to check some information, so he launched a money offensive again, invited several professors from the Department of History of the University of Hong Kong, and made a special trip to ask them about various inventions in the entire world history during the twenties and thirties and thirties of the Republic of China, including all kinds of weapons, medicines, and other aspects.

The current Qin Jihuan is not short of money, and there are still many collections in the martial arts world from the bandits of Heifengzhai, especially those antique calligraphy and paintings, any one of them is sky-high in modern times, but it is much more valuable than those real money.

Therefore, Qin Jihuan, who was wielding banknotes, successfully obtained a large number of design drawings of guns, tanks, aircraft, submarines and other things that are now outdated and extremely advanced in contemporary times, as well as the molecular formulas, structural diagrams, refining methods and so on of various drugs.

Of course, what is also indispensable is the resource distribution map of South America, Australia, the Middle East and other areas that were not very developed at that time and were relatively stable.

Although he may not understand it himself, there are many people who know how to do it, and if he is afraid of being deceived, he will find a few more people, although everyone looks at him very strangely, but who has not had any quirks in this year?

In less than a month, Qin Jihuan, with the help of Uncle Long and Long Wei, harvested a large number of materials, in addition to soft materials such as drawings, naturally there are real guns and real money, after all, that world is also a world where power and force are supreme.

That is, a month later, Qin Jihuan found Meng Bo again, and this famous city hunter did not disappoint Qin Jihuan, holding the information in his hand that was not thick, although he paid a lot of money, he still had to express his gratitude.

Steven? Forget Zhou's information, Qin Jihuan is just curious, just take a look, but the location of Shaolin Temple in Hunan, if it weren't for Meng Bo's wide relationship and big face, if he Qin Jihuan went to find it himself, he might not be able to find it.

Who would have thought that this temple, which is named after Shaolin Temple, would be established just a few months ago?

Saying goodbye to Meng Bo, Qin Jihuan didn't go to Stephen? Zhou had the slightest exchange, but just went to say goodbye to Uncle Long and Long Wei, and left Hong Kong directly, and returned to the mainland again, the target, Hunan.

"Is Master Dream here yet?"

"Who is the benefactor? What's the matter with our abbot? ”

Looking at this small temple that is far from the grandeur of Songshan Shaolin Temple, Qin Jihuan stabilized his mind before he stepped forward to call the door, he couldn't help but be nervous, who knows if there will be real immortals here except for dreams?

"Please ask the little master to say that the old man is visiting."

In order to attract the attention of the dream relics, Qin Jihuan deliberately said so.

When he came, he had already thought that if there were no immortals, then he would ask the dream relics for internal exercises with peace of mind.

If there really is, it would be even better, although it may not be able to get any benefits, but it will not hurt to think about it, after all, the dream was arranged by Guanyin, and Guanyin may be said that Buddhism is hypocritical, but no matter how hypocritical, it is impossible to kill him, right?

"Amitabha, why does this donor say that he is an old man?"

Qin Jihuan, who was taken to the lobby, looked at the old monk who was surrounded by a group of young monks, a little older than the dream in the movie, but with more freedom and compassion, and suddenly grinned,

"Naturally, I don't know the Master of Dream Relics, but I don't know, Xuan Ci, Xuan Nan, Kong Wen, Kong Jian and others, are they old masters?"

"Huh??"

The Dream Relic Master, who had always been calm, shuddered, almost tore off the Buddha beads in his hand, and after his expression changed a few times, he came back and said,

"I don't know who the donor is?"

Qin Jihuan, who had been trying to observe the surroundings, didn't find anything, especially when he mentioned those people in the martial arts world before, the Dream Relic Master's expression changed drastically, but the surroundings were still calm, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly, Immortals, it's really not so easy to see, but it's true that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who I am, the master doesn't need to know for the time being, but I did see Abbot Xuanci, as well as Master Kongwen and others, and I also learned from them that Master Mengyi was actually their uncle, and he had been missing for 20 years."

"It turns out that it's been 20 years?"

Mengyi sighed lightly, and recited a passage that Qin Jihuan didn't understand, and it should be a Sanskrit scripture before he bowed to Qin Jihuan,

"Thank you, donor."

"Don't! The master is too polite! ”

After Qin Jihuan hurriedly returned the salute, he paused before making up his mind, regardless of the presence of other people, and said directly,

"Don't hide it from the master, I arrived at that place unintentionally, and I inadvertently learned Shaolin internal skills, and now it can be regarded as a small success, but this body of true qi has almost no effect except for recovering fatigue, and I took the liberty to come here today in the hope that the master can solve my doubts."

As he spoke, Qin Jihuan slammed the Dream Relic Master to the ground.

Mengyi looked at Qin Jihuan in a daze, and he didn't know if those names reminded him of something, and after a while, he left a sentence,

"Follow me."

Ignoring the rest of the monks who looked at each other and didn't know what was wrong with their abbot, they took Qin Jihuan directly to the meditation room.

Qin Jihuan was also constantly thinking about what to say and what not to say along the way, but he had to think about it, after all, this place was arranged by Guanyin Bodhisattva, and he didn't dare to mess around with his courage, if he was targeted, who knew what would happen?

Although he said that he was looking forward to the immortals on the surface, in fact, he was just Ye Gong a good dragon, in fact, he still had a fear of the high immortals, the gap between the two sides was too big, and he had no sense of security.

"Sit."

Qin Jihuan sat down with his knees crossed, but he couldn't help beating the drum in his heart, he was already at the level of strength, but he couldn't see through the depth of the dream at all.

"Master."

"My nephews, okay?"

"Fortunately, Master Xuanci is now the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and there are several masters such as Kongwen to assist, and the entire Shaolin Temple is prosperous."

He didn't dare to say that Shaolin would be destroyed by Ding Chunqiu in the future.

"That's good, that's good, alas, I can't imagine that in a blink of an eye, twenty years have passed."

Seeing the emotion on his face, Qin Jihuan asked cautiously,

"Has it been 20 years since the master came here? Don't hide it from the master, I once went to Songshan Shaolin Temple, not to mention internal strength, even the real monk doesn't know if there is any, I don't know when this Shaolin Temple was built? ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk by the Guanyin master to ignite, to wait here for the fate of the people, 20 years, the poor monks have also accepted some orphans as disciples, although the temple is nameless, but also comfortable, just a few months ago, the poor monk learned that there is a fate to the people, this is the name of Shaolin Temple."

"I see."

Qin Jihuan suddenly realized when he heard this, no wonder he went around Henan and Hunan back then, but he didn't find anything, it turned out that the god of food hadn't come yet, so the dream relics didn't light up the signboard.

It's just that then again, Guanyin threw the dream here alone for twenty years, just for a small food god who is responsible for cooking?

A big fart, as for such a big effort?