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Chapter 676: Ying Tianshou

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    Po Lin Monastery is one of the most prestigious temples in Hong Kong with the Lotus Mountain on the right and the Tiantai Giant Buddha on the right.  Because the bronze statue of Muni has not yet been consecrated, tourists are generally not welcome to burn incense in the temple.

    "I heard people say that this is the best place for Fengshui in Hong Kong. I don't know if it's true or not."

    Sekong leaned on the fence and looked at the green mountains in the distance, pointed to the memorial archway of the Buddhist temple with his right hand, turned his face to the side and asked: "Are you Zhao Jianzhong?"

    Both Muni and Yu Shiqie stood at the bottom of the 268 stone steps and looked up at the railing. The cold wind was blowing, and the collar of the unbuttoned lady's suit and the hem of the dirty yellow raincoat swayed.

    "I like your taste very much. If the negotiation breaks down later, I will eat you."

    Muni licked his lips with his bright red tongue, leaning on his concubine Yu.

    Concubine Yu rolled her hair and smiled at Muni: "There is a chance."

    Zhao Jianzhong looked at the bald girl in front of him who was not as tall as his waist, and nodded after a long time.

    "My name is Sekong, and I am the current leader of Sifan. We will deal with each other often in the future."

    After a pause, Sekong said again: "I'm here to make peace. The last time Aibie died in your hands, many of us have deep feelings for him. After all, Aibie has suffered decades.  No more, as long as you give us the corpse. I can hand over the key Mingsha, so that you can open the fruit core with peace of mind."

    After Se Kong finished speaking, she smiled slyly. She only said that Yan Zhaohui would open the core with peace of mind, but she didn't make a promise after opening the core.

    "Whose corpse?"

    Zhao Jianzhong asked.

    "Are you pretending to be confused with me? Love to leave." Se Kong increased his volume: "Love to leave Zaifeng's corpse."

    "I can hear you."

    Zhao Jianzhong picked his ear: "But I can't promise you."

    "Well, the conditions can be discussed again."

    Sekong said dryly.

    "I can't take out Zaifeng's body." Zhao Jianzhong said: "Zaifeng was killed by Su Ling. After taking care of Xiao'an's funeral, I took Zaifeng's remaining head back from his hand and buried it  It¡¯s in the cemetery on the outskirts of the capital. It¡¯s also considered fallen leaves returning to their roots.¡±

    "Ha~"

    Sekong scratched her head, she thought about it, Zhao Jianzhong's words had no flaws.

    She shrugged her shoulders: "That's nothing to say, let's start the fight. No one will survive except you, Yan Zhaohui! Let's go, Muni,"

    She shouted down.

    "I have an idea."

    Zhao Jianzhong said slowly.

    "Tell me."

    "If you can kill me, no one among the eight sufferings will disobey you."

    Sekong's eyes moved, showing a pensive expression, and he said after a while, "Why, do you want to stand and let me kill you? How many seeds of the power of thinking do I still have in my hand?"

    "of course not."

    Zhao Jianzhong stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a mahjong tile: Hongzhong.

    Although Sekong and Zhao Jianzhong have never met, but he knows a lot about Zhao Jianzhong from the mouth of Lao Bing. Zhao Jianzhong's original name is Zhao Jianzhong, and he is from Sichuan.  Few people in the current Yan Zhaohui know about their previous experience.

    However, old, sick and suffering are the mortal enemies of Zhao Jianzhong for a lifetime, and his understanding of Zhao Jianzhong even exceeds that of Yan Zhaohui's other ten masters.

    ? According to Er Ku, the old man Zhao, whose name is Jianzhong, has a reputation in the Qing court and fought in the Northern Expedition.  When he exterminated Sifan back then, it is not known to outsiders how much benefit he got, but it is said that Yan Fu gave him a chance to fully customize unique props, but Zhao Jianzhong actually asked for a set of mahjong tiles, named "Ying Tianshou".  On the gambling table of "Ying Tianshou", everything in this world can be used as a bet, and the winner will definitely take away what he wins.  Inheritance, lifespan, soul, anything is fine.  But in the gambling game of winning Tianshou, it is absolutely impossible to cheat. No matter who loses, the bet must be honored.  Even Zhao Jianzhong himself is the same.

    But Zhao Jianzhong was already the well-deserved leader of Yan Zhaohui at that time, the head of the ten masters.  To him, Ying Tianshou is completely tasteless, not even as good as tasteless. It will arouse the suspicion of other people in vain. Many people say that Ying Tianshou was specially designed by Zhao Jianzhong to deal with Cao Yuanchao. The bet he wants to win is that Cao Yuanchao Yan Zhaohui  The only force of the Four Royals

    "Tonight's auction, we're here to play cards, we only play three rounds, and losing one piece after three rounds is considered a loss. If I lose, I will give you my life. It's cheap if you lose.??I ask you a question, as long as you answer honestly, you will pay for your life.  How about it?  "

    Sekong's eyeballs rolled around, Zhao Jianzhong waited for her for half a minute, seeing that she was still hesitating, he shook his head in disappointment: "That's fine."

    "Forget what, why forget, that's it!"

    Se Kong was afraid that Zhao Jianzhong would regret it: "See you tonight, Muni! Let's go!"

    Se Kong bounced and walked out a few steps, then turned around suddenly: "By the way, since it's just a gamble, I won't give up the secret of the fruit."

    Zhao Jianzhong nodded with a smile.

    "Damn old man, wait until you die."

    Se Kong made a face at Zhao Jianzhong, jumped down the steps after a few jumps, and pulled Muni away.

    Concubine Yu looked a little hesitant, and Zhao Jianzhong had already left at some point.

    "Mr. Zhao, you."

    Concubine Yu was interrupted by Zhao Jianzhong before finishing her sentence: "Tonight's card game, you have to accompany me."

    "¡­¡­knew."

    Concubine Yu had no choice but to answer like this

    "You are in a good mood."

    Halfway up the mountain, Muni asked Sekong.

    "Of course, I killed old man Zhao this time, so you don't have to worry about it in the future."

    Muni was obviously not that optimistic: "How could Zhao Jianzhong set such harsh rules for himself?"

    "Those old guys have lived for too long, and people are stunned. Either they are shameless, like those two old guys, or they are shameless, it's Zhao Jianzhong, what's so hard to understand?"

    "What you said seems to make sense."

    "You've only been in Yanfu for a few years, and you're still a long way off, so study hard."

    Sekong was in a good mood, and happened to see a novice who was sweeping the mountain road to welcome guests. She ran over and pulled the novice's clothes, her white and tender palms dangled in front of his eyes, and suddenly shouted: "Hey, monk, you said it's your home."  Is it Buddha or I?"

    The monk was taken aback for a moment, but soon calmed down. The Po Lin Monastery was famous in Hong Kong for a time, and it has received many celebrities and gentlemen in Hong Kong.  Even a novice who sweeps mountain roads has an exquisite heart. Although Se Kong looks like a little girl, the monk dare not be slighted at all: "The big Buddha statue weighs hundreds of tons and is several stories high. The building materials alone  It takes hundreds of carts to pull, but girl, look at such a huge Buddha statue. Now that you raise your head, you can see it all at a glance. Such a big Buddha statue is only in the girl's eyes. Of course, girl, you are getting older.  .¡±

    Shi Kong nodded in satisfaction: "You can talk."

    After finishing speaking, she walked away humming a little song, leaving only a string of silver bell-like laughter in the air.

    The little monk didn't care, he lowered his head and continued sweeping his own land.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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