Chapter 206: Beat god

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He approached slowly. When the distance between the two of them was shortened to ten meters, he suddenly stopped and opened the Buddha's eyes to observe each other.
The figure is Zheng Long, with his back facing Zhang Jun, his hands hanging down, motionless.
"I'm here." Zhang Jun said.
Zheng Long turned around, his eyes were very clear, it seemed to be dazzling than the light. With a strange expression on his face, he looked over firmly.
As soon as he met the opponent's eyes, Zhang Jun's mind trembled, as if his soul almost jumped out of his body. This is a very magical experience, but there is a big horror deep in his heart, it seems that he has just walked in front of the ghost gate.
"You are right." Zheng Long said, his voice contained no human emotions, "I approached Guo Lan for one thing."
"It must be very precious if a master of Huajin who masters the secret technique pays such attention?" Zhang Jun said, "Jian Mo Zhu?"
"It seems that you have already asked Guo Lan. Yes, that stick of Devil's Peel is very important to me, because it is a utensil used by the first lama." Zheng Long said.
Zhang Jun thought about it and said, "So, you are a Tantric disciple?"
"I am indeed a disciple of Tantric Buddhism. This thing is very important to me. If it weren't for your presence, I wouldn't be able to get the Demon Peel in a long time." He said, "But it doesn't matter, you will die today."
"I will die?" Zhang Jun sneered, "I'm not afraid that the wind will flash my tongue!"
Suddenly, Zheng Long's eyes blazed brightly, as if a devil phantom rushed forward and slammed into Zhang Jun's body. He was shocked, his heart "banging" wildly, and for an instant there was a feeling of soul being out of the body.
At the critical juncture, a golden light flashed in his left eye, and a rolling light wave descended on his body, instantly smashing the phantom.
Zhang Jun returned to Ching Ming and exclaimed: "Fight the mysterious method!"
The so-called "fighting the gods" refers to a warrior who has a secret technique that can strike the opponent's spiritual will in an instant. This is somewhat similar to Western hypnotism, except that the latter process is slow and peaceful, and "beating the gods" destroys the enemy's mental will in an instant, causing serious consequences.
For example, just now, if it were not for the golden light of the Buddha's eyes, he would lose consciousness in an instant, and then he would be at the mercy of others, and the end would naturally be miserable.
Zhang Jun made a bold move. Of course, Zhang Jun didn't have to be polite. His whole body crackled and exploded, his muscles and muscles suddenly collapsed, and his figure suddenly rose to more than two meters high, crushing it like a personal tank.
That's right, it was crushing, he stepped out, the concrete floor was cracked inch by inch, the center sank five centimeters, and it began to spread out like spider webs around. At the same time, his shoes were trampled on, and then the toes pulled the ground, as if shrinking into an inch, they moved to Zheng Long in an instant.
Zheng Long faced the tall and fierce Zhang Jun and was taken aback, with a look of horror on his face, shouting: "King Kong is not bad!"
"boom!"
Zhang Jun ignored him and stimulated his potential and internal energy. Raising his hand was a fierce suppression, just like Laozi patted his son.
Zheng Long is also a master of Huajin at any rate, and possesses secret techniques. It's a pity that Zhang Jun's blow was too fierce and domineering. He was so fast that he could only raise his arm slightly, and the thick palm was already pressed down.
"Crack!"
His head was like a big watermelon. It was slapped to pieces, and his brain burst into the ground, a large piece of red and white.
Zhang Jun took out his cell phone and called the police when he beat Zheng Long to death. Before long, Xu Feihu arrived with someone. When the police saw the corpses with shattered heads, several of them spat up on the spot.
Zhang Junliang went out of the National Security Certificate and said to Xu Feihu: "Director Xu, this man is the murderer of the villagers. He is a tantric master and has been killed by me."
Xu Feihu was taken aback, and quickly ordered his subordinates: "Don't disclose this matter to the outside world, just say that our people were killed. Okay, let's deal with the body." Then he pulled Zhang Jun aside.
"Brother, tell me the truth, what is going on?" Xu Feihu frowned and asked.
Zhang Jun said indifferently: "If you don't mention it in the world, you just do what I just said to ensure that there will be no accident." Then he added, "I have the power to kill suspicious targets, so I kill this person. Within the scope of responsibility."
Xu Feihu nodded vigorously, and without asking more, he led someone to deal with the scene.
The next day, Zhang Jun had breakfast and went to the supermarket to do a general cleaning. It was already lunch time after finishing his work. At this time, Guo Lan called and said that Professor Guo would return to Zhongyuan City today to handle some urgent matters.
Zhang Junxin went to see the magic pestle, so he said: "I will go with you, and go to Zhongyuan to do something."
Before lunch, he greeted his parents and hurried over. The two sides met at the Cultural Relics Bureau, and Professor Guo was still the same, with a pipe in his mouth, and said goodbye to the leaders of the Cultural Relics Bureau with a smile.
After Zhang Jun arrived, he greeted the father and daughter, and got into the car provided by the Cultural Heritage Bureau with them and set off for Dongling City.
In the car, Zhang Jun asked: "Uncle Guo, why is it so urgent that I have to leave today?"
Professor Guo laughed and said: "A major Japanese collector, Norio Mitsui, wants to exchange cultural relics with the school collection of Chung Yuan Christian University. During World War II, a large amount of precious domestic literature was flowed into Japan. The more famous one."
Zhang Jun bitterly said: "The Japanese are robbers. They robbed us in the past, but now they come out to communicate."
Professor Guo sighed: "The weak country is naturally deceived." At this point, he seemed to think of something, and then said, "Zhang Jun, I am thinking that the scale of this exchange should not be limited to two, the more collection institutions The better you participate."
Zhang Jun asked: "Uncle Guo meant to bring in more people?"
Professor Guo nodded: "In fact, I want to use this opportunity to try to realize one of my ideas."
"What do you think?" Zhang Jun asked curiously.
"In fact, a large part of the precious cultural relics of our country are in the private and overseas. It would be a pity if these cultural relics are only hidden in a single room and only a few people can play with them. If they can be displayed for the world to watch, then It’s called the best use of things.
Professor Guo said,
So I envision whether it is possible to set up a large-scale institution that has strong financial and organizational capabilities, and has a good reputation. It can lease precious cultural relics from all over the world and then take them out. Focus on display."
After Guo Lan heard this, he smiled and said, "Dad, you are daydreaming again. Such a big project can't be done without a few billions. Who would be willing to invest money in this kind of thing?"
"That's not necessarily." Zhang Jun smiled, "I am more interested."
Guo Lan was startled, and then remembered Zhang Jun's identity. The boss of Tianxing Investment Company, her eyes lit up and she smiled and said, "Dad, you have found the right person! Zhang Jun is a big capitalist, and you must get him into the water. ."
Zhang Jun rolled his eyes: "What big capitalist is an entrepreneur."
Professor Guo looked at Zhang Jun with some expectation in his eyes: "Zhang Jun, what do you think?"
Zhang Jun was inspired by Professor Guo just now. He smiled and said, "Uncle Guo, my idea is similar to yours, but there is a fundamental difference in philosophy. You want to rent other people’s things and show them to everyone. Look. My idea is to provide a platform for cultural relics to be displayed so that those who own cultural relics are willing to use them to make money."
"Make money?" Professor Guo looked confused.
"That's the case. Assuming that we set up a large exhibition company and have a certain international influence, then we can conduct tour exhibitions all over the world. Of course we must collect tickets when we tour exhibitions, and the income from tickets is the source of rent. "Zhang Jun said, "You and I have similar ideas, but in fact, the goals are different. Your goal is to spend money to rent things, but my idea is to collect things to make money at exhibitions. The former will make money ten times, and the latter has a great possibility. Will make money."
Guo Lan thought for a while and said, "Zhang Jun, I think your thoughts are also hanging. How much money can I charge for tickets? Can there be more rent?"
Zhang Jun said: "We need professionals to plan this, and then discuss a reasonable ticket price. I don't think the problem is big."
"After talking for a long time, are you willing to do this project?" Guo Lan asked with blinking eyes.
"Do, why not do it?" Zhang Jun smiled, "Collecting tickets is just a way to make money. We can also make high imitation products, carry out treasure appreciation activities, and even artificially create a collection craze in a certain field. There are plenty of channels for making money."
Guo Lan said with emotion: "It is indeed a profiteer, and his ideas are different."
Zhang Jun ignored her ridicule and continued: "Uncle Guo, I think we can take advantage of this cultural relic exchange to get this matter done. Tianxing Investment Company will continue to follow up, and there will be professionals to discuss with you. A matter of cooperation."
Professor Guo was very excited when he heard the drama, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhang, you are really my lucky star!"
When they arrived at Tanglin, the three took a flight to Zhongyuan City and returned to the apartment building of Zhongyuan University. It was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon. Once home, Guo Lan went busy cooking, while Zhang Jun chatted with Professor Guo in the room.
While chatting, he mentioned the vajra pestle and said, "Uncle Guo, how did you get the vajra to drop the magic pestle?"
Professor Guo thought for a while, and said: "This thing has been with me for more than 40 years, and it was collected during the Cultural Revolution. Wasn't it the four olds that broke down and defeated all monsters? A monk from Tibet was used by the Red Guards. The gun was swept to death. When I was buried, I found a vajra from my body. I knew it was a good thing, so I kept it quietly and kept it until now."
Zhang Jun knew in his heart that ten of this thing came from Tibet, and it was the same thing Zheng Long said. He thought for a while and said, "Uncle Guo, where is this thing currently? Is it not convenient for me to let me have a look?"
Professor Guo smiled and said: "Of course it is convenient. It is placed under my bed and can be shown to you immediately."
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