'Dongxuanguan" is located on the south side of Nanjing City-Jiangning District-Fangshan.

Founded in 239, it is the royal Taoist temple built by Sun Quan, the founding emperor of Eastern Wu, and was first founded by Ge Xuan in the Taoist patriarch "Er Ge Sanzhang", which is the holy place and birthplace of Taoism in District D, and one of the Taoist temples with the longest history.

Zhenji Tower is here, and Zhang Jing personally feels quite reasonable.

Zhang Jing and Xu Nuo came out of the high-speed rail station, took a pre-arranged new Tiger business car up the mountain, and came to the south gate of Daoguan.

Getting out of the car, Xu Zehong was waiting.

Accident Jin Hai and his pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses are also there.

In addition to the four, there were a number of religious personnel dressed in religious attire and some elderly men and women in tunics.

Zhang Jing had a smile on his face, and found an interesting thing when he got out of the car, everyone had no mobile phones and electronic devices on them.

"Here," Xu Zehong enthusiastically introduced in the front row of the crowd, "Zhang Jing, one of the collectors of repression, a patriot."

"Ge Bao, Ge Heavenly Master," Xu Zehong introduced at a rapid pace, "Patriarch Chen Qingjue, one of the most profound Heavenly Masters in Taoism."

The Taoist inheritance culture is very exciting, Zhang Jing does not delve into it, and Xu Zehong must not find half a bucket of water.

Stretching out his hands to hold the dry palm stretched out by the other party, Zhang Jing said politely and in a loud voice, "Good morning Ge Tianshi, next Zhang Jing."

"Good morning," smiled eighty-year-old Ge Bao, "I'm not deaf, you don't have to be so loud." Xiu Shu

A group of people around made a sound of good-natured smiles.

Xu Zehong continued, "Mr. Gao Xi, President of the Fried Chicken Research Institute in Area D."

Zhang Jing stretched out his hands and shook hands with the middle-aged man in a Mao suit and greeted him in a friendly manner.

"To Mr. Liu Chongming, Director of Counterintelligence for Fried Chicken."

Zhang Jing politely shook hands with Liu Chongming.

It is not introduced one by one, only some important people are introduced, and after shaking hands with more than a dozen people, they enter the interior of the Taoist temple.

The first step is to bow to the Tao.

The first is the Gexian Palace, followed by the Taiyuan Treasure Palace, and finally the Sanqing Palace.

The Sanqing Palace is dedicated to the highest god of Taoism, the Sanqing Patriarch.

They are Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, and Taiqing Daode Tianzun, that is, Taishang Laojun.

Legend has it that they were ancient figures, and Sanqing were the three supreme gods in Taoism, regarded as the highest state and revered god of Taoism.

The second step is to complete the last step of the Town Chicken Tower.

Zhang Jing used 20 days to run the scene in Los Angeles before, and 10 days to Amu, which was just enough for the Zhenji Tower to be built.

Zhenji Tower is built next to the courtyard wall in the southeast direction of Sanqing Palace, the ground of the tower is about 1.4 meters high, and the main body is gray masonry.

At the base of the tower, under the ground, there are two iron bricks made by melting part of the blades of the propellers of the Kongo and Musashi.

The surface of the iron brick is engraved with runes.

"Mr. Zhang," the eighty-year-old Ge Bao Heavenly Master introduced, "for maximum effect, your blood is needed to bless and suppress, please cut your fingers and drip the blood on the body of the tower."

Zhang nodded his head, he came thousands of miles just to send a few drops of blood.

Taking the sharp dagger sent by the young priest, Zhang Jing gently cut the fingertips of the middle fingers of his left hand, dripping his blood on the body of the tower.

After sprinkling the blood, a Taoist priest immediately sent a hemostatic patch.

Something funny happened, and Jin Hai also dripped blood on the tower.

It is clear that there is also an important repression donated by him underneath the tower.

"It's okay," eighty-year-old Ge Bao looked at Zhang Jing and Jin Haidao, "In the future, if Mr. Jin and Mr. Zhang have similar items, they can also be sent over, engraved with charms, and put inside the base of the tower."

Jin Hai nodded in agreement, and Zhang Jing also agreed.

The 'Suppressed Item' doesn't require an entire giant propeller, just a piece of metal cut from the connecting rod and then made into a brick.

It was tea and chat time later, and from their mouths, Zhang Jing heard a lot of details. Ь.

First, fried chicken has a strong hidden force in Area D, mainly through fried chicken in District D schools, which have been continuously cultivated for 100, 150, or 200 years, and there are always some talents.

After these talents enter the society of Zone D, they are supported by fried chicken and enterprises, and they often rise very quickly in various industries.

And these people also have a better chance of marrying and combining with celebrities, famous families, and big forces.

Second, similar to the Sijing family, it will attract, support and cultivate various potential industries and potential talents behind the scenes to gain their favor and returns.

Third, the heart of the fried chicken death zone has never decreased, but it is just quietly lurking and waiting for an opportunity.

Listening to what they said, Zhang Jing generally agreed, because looking at Xinwang on the Internet, as long as the increase in military spending in Area D was mentioned, many fried chicken people jumped out to express their "deep uneasiness."

So someone left a message asking them why they were uneasy, did they do something wrong?

Fried chicken netizens Qi Qi denied that there was no and did not do anything wrong, but they felt deeply disturbed.

In Zhang Jing's view, some fried chicken people are hypocritical and female, cheap and bad.

Of course, this is inseparable from their elite, the dead duck has a hard beak.

To make matters worse, some of the D-Zone elites, such as university professors, public intellectuals, company bosses, etc., also deny the history of the fried chicken invasion and massacre of D-Zone people.

However, what made Zhang Jing feel relieved was that he chatted with Liu Chongming, director of the Fried Chicken Counterintelligence Department, and said that these people now let them take the initiative to jump out, and Shun Teng found out what they were behind and recorded them one by one on paper.

When it comes to the critical moment, they will all be arrested to prevent them from making trouble in the big rear.

When is this 'critical moment', Liu Chongming didn't say, it doesn't seem to be for long.

"Director Liu," Jin Hai interjected, "I am willing to donate 100 million RB for counter-espionage."

Liu Chongming naturally liked the donation from heaven and expressed his gratitude again and again.

Zhang Jing didn't say anything, it's not that he doesn't want to donate, you can donate quietly, there is no need to make a big fanfare, low-key will never go out of style, and he is worried that there are female cadres in the room in front of him.

After the tea, it is time for lunch, and the Taoist temple prepares lunch, all vegetarian.

Zhang Jing roughly understands that Ge Bao should be a Heavenly Master of the Quanzhen Sect, and he must be a vegetarian according to the rules, including not eating spicy and stimulating food, and must become a monk.

"Zhang Jing," At the dinner table, the 22-year-old handsome Jin Gaolou sat next to Zhang Jing and took the initiative to ask, "What have you been busy with lately?" Xiushu.com

Zhang Jingai told the truth, "Pickle girl."

"Pickle girl?" Jin Gaolou didn't believe it, "My dad said you were a super treasure hunter hiding under the water?"

"If I were a super treasure hunter," Zhang Jinghe asked rhetorically, "I wouldn't be so obscure, would I?"

"Treasure hunting is a grey industry, mostly low-key, I know."

Zhang Jing didn't want to talk about himself, "What are you busy with?"

"Some time ago, I went to Mali to look for a lost national treasure," Jin Gao's expression faded, "and he was kidnapped by the local Gray Gang."

"And then?" Zhang Jing asked Jin Gaolou, "How much ransom did you pay?"

"Hey!" Jin Gaolou sighed heavily, "I asked for help everywhere, I thought I didn't want a ransom, but it turned out to be exaggerated;

Because I'm looking for an acquaintance, I'm embarrassed to bargain, so it's better to let the kidnappers deal with it."

The corners of Zhang Jing's mouth curled up with a beautiful arc, "Sympathize with you."

"It's a pity for the national treasure," Jin Gaolou said helplessly, "I will never be allowed to go to Mali a second time."

Zhang Jing was interested, pretending not to care and asked, "What national treasure?"

"A blue-glazed plum vase from the Yuan Dynasty," as before, Jin Gaolou said without saying a word, "It belongs to the representative work of Yuan Dynasty ceramic craftsmanship, and it is priceless."

In one go, Zhang Jing continued to ask, "Where is it?"

"Right in the capital of Mali," Jin Gaolou analyzed, "probably at the house of former Attorney General Keita, or in his son's mansion."

Hearing all the information, Zhang Jing looked at Jin Gaolou up close, is this guy really stupid or fake stupid?

"The first update has arrived,"