I have seen a lot of landscape paintings, and she was originally a famous talented woman in Suzhou Mansion. Although I can't say why I came, but the picture scroll gave her a very special feeling, as if there was a world inside, this kind of intentional painting, generally rarely seen on the market, only in the treasures of some big people can have a chance to see the style, Zhihua has been fortunate to witness once, so the moment I saw the painting, I was shocked.

"Boss, is this painting the work of that master?"

Although he hated this boss very much, Zhihua couldn't help but ask.

The master who can paint this kind of painting must be a hermit master.

"A hundred taels of silver. ”

The painting was painted by Zuo Meng when he was bored, although he did not specifically practice painting, but what kind of realm he created the master, graffiti is the supreme treasure for ordinary people, and it is the supreme inheritance in the hands of those who have a heart, and the people of martial arts can understand the peerless martial arts from the painting, and the immortal cultivator can comprehend the supreme immortal method from the painting.

I don't know how to paint, but the realm is painting!

A hundred taels?

Zhihua looked at Zuo Meng, who was lying on the chaise longue with his eyes closed, with a look of contempt, and in his opinion, this boss was an idiot who didn't know the value of this painting at all, and this kind of master's painting was tens of thousands of taels of silver when it changed hands, or the kind that had no price, and one hundred taels was simply the price of cabbage.

"Give it to me, but I don't have so much money with me now, I'll ask someone from the house to send it later." ”

Zhihua decided to buy this painting as her own collection, one hundred taels of silver is not a small amount, she needs to go back to prepare, but she is afraid that the painting will be found and bought by the people behind, so she wants to take the painting away first, and the silver will be made up later.

"No credit. ”

Zuo Meng was worried that the silver was about to run out, and the wronged boss who was sent to the door was very ruthless. This girl only thought that she had bought a master's painting, and a hundred taels were cheap, but she didn't know that as soon as she bought it, Zuo Meng would scribble another copy when she turned around. To put it bluntly, this thing is not worth half a cent to Zuo Meng, so it is only the paper fee and ink fee.

"Then boss, you can keep it for me, and I'll come back in half an hour to get it." ”

"It's fate. ”

Zuo Meng shook the rocking chair with an indifferent expression.

"You!! ”

Zhi Hua stomped his feet angrily, and then quickly turned around and ran home to collect money.

Half an hour later, the panting Zhihua happily hugged the 'master painting' and left satisfied, and did not forget to despise Zuo Meng, the uninformed boss, before leaving.

After making money, Zuo Meng closed the door in a dashing manner.

With the money, all that remains is to implement the previous plan. First pass on the internal strength, and then improve, with the help of the wisdom of the world, to find the transcendent method. In order to conform to the transformation of the law, Zuo Meng planned to promote the exercises in the real world first.

"Let internal strength prevail in the world first, and then when the world changes dramatically, gather the wisdom of a world, and finally find a way out. ”

The three great venerables of the real world, Zuo Meng did not regard them as opponents, he now has two hundred years of internal strength, even if the three venerables are stronger than him, they are only limited, even if it is the bronze mirror in the secret room of the Black Wind Castle, it is only temporarily invincible, as long as he continues to progress in the dream world, he will soon be able to surpass, his real goal is to break the shackles of the laws of the real world, achieve immortal dao in the real world, and live forever!

"If you want to spread it, you still have to rely on the influence of those famous factions, otherwise with my personal influence, there is almost no way to do it. ”

If he withdraws from the physical body and recovers the strength of the creator, he can come to a meteorite from the sky, but now that he is in the bondage of the law, he can only use the methods of ordinary people.

Zuo Meng thought about it together, and had a prototype of a plan.

There is a mountain outside Suzhou Mansion called Hanshan.

Hanshan Temple is a well-known faction, there are more than 1,000 monks on the mountain, the presiding abbot is a master of Taoism, the monks in the temple are divided into civil and military, the monks study Buddhism, responsible for presiding over the puja, dealing with people in the government and other civil affairs, the warrior monks are strong in martial arts, responsible for maintaining the security of the temple, and punishing the offenders.

"If the donor is incense, please go to the front yard, and behind it is the Arhat Hall of my Hanshan Temple. ”

A bald monk blocked Zuo Meng's way.

"I have long heard that the monks of Hanshan Temple have superb martial arts, in Xia Xuechuan, since childhood, they love martial arts, and they visit your temple today, which is to hope to learn from the monks of Hanshan Temple. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Meng boldly threw out the one hundred taels of silver that had just arrived.

"Amitabha. ”

The welcoming monk said a Buddha name.

For the sake of silver, the welcoming monk did not drive Zuo Meng away, one hundred taels is not a small amount for ordinary people, even if it is a wealthy merchant family like Zhihua, it needs to raise this amount.

"The door of Buddhism is wide open, how can the donor be turned away, the donor is invited. ”

The welcoming monk took Zuo Meng through the front door and came to the back practice floor.

Rows of warrior monks practiced boxing on top of it shirtless, and the senior brothers of the Luohan Hall walked in front, inspecting the movements of the warrior monks below.

"Qu Nian, this Xue Shi donated a hundred taels of sesame oil money, and I want to talk to the monks of this temple, you arrange for a disciple to come over. The welcoming monk looked at the seniority and said to the warrior monk who was patrolling in front.

A hundred taels?

The inspecting warrior monk glanced at Zuo Meng with a little surprise, and then folded his hands together.

"Yes, Uncle Shi!"

"I heard that, you come out to practice with Master Xue, don't hurt the guests with heavy hands. ”

Jienian turned back to a burly monk at the front and said.

The burly monk stepped forward and saluted, and the other monks who practiced martial arts also scattered in all directions, vacating a place. Seeing this, the monk walked to the opposite side of Zuo Meng and saluted with his hands folded.

"There are no eyes in the fists and feet, and I hope the donor will be careful. ”

"Please!"

Zuo Meng stretched out his hand.

Internal strength, Zuo Meng has already practiced in the real world, not to mention the dream world, this world is all created by him, just like the administrator in the game knows where the treasure is hidden, Zuo Meng also knows how to cultivate internal strength to grow the fastest. In two days, the internal strength in Zuo Meng's body has been greatly enhanced, approaching the level of ordinary people who have practiced for two to three years.

"Drink!"

Although Zuo Meng is dressed as a scholar, it can be seen that Monk Wen is not careless, and he is going all out.

This is the nature of those who practice martial arts.

Once the shot is made, it must be full force, like a lion fighting a rabbit. I have to say that from this point of view, Hanshan Temple is well-deserved.

It's just that he is fast, and Zuo Meng is faster.

Seeing that the monk had not punched over, Zuo Meng moved, he flew up, three fingers into a claw grabbed the bald head of the monk who saw and heard, and then pressed it violently, the monk only felt as if a mountain was pressed on his body, and knelt on the ground with a 'bang', Zuo Meng changed his claws into a palm, and slapped a palm on the door of the head, these movements were smooth, fast as lightning, and when everyone reacted, the monk had collapsed to the ground.