Chapter 206: Fighting God

He approached slowly, and when the distance between the two shortened to ten meters, he suddenly stopped and opened his Buddha eyes to observe each other.

The figure was Zheng Long, with his back to Zhang Jun, his hands hanging down, motionless.

"I'm here." Zhang Jun said.

Zheng Long turned around, his eyes were so clear that they seemed to be more dazzling than the lights. His expression was a bit strange, and he looked over steadily.

As soon as he made eye contact with the other party, Zhang Jun's heart trembled, as if his soul almost jumped out of his body. It was a very miraculous experience, but there was a great terror in his heart, as if he had just taken a trip before the gate of hell.

"You're right." Zheng Long said, his voice contained no trace of human emotion, "I approached Guo Lan for one thing."

"It must be very precious for a Huajin master who has mastered the secret technique to pay so much attention to it?" Zhang Jun said, "Subduing Demon Pestle?"

"It seems that you have already asked Guo Lan, yes, that subduing magic pestle is very important to me, because it is a utensil used by the first Dalai Lama." Zheng Long said.

Zhang Jun thought about it, and said: "So, you are a disciple of Tantric Sect?"

"I am indeed a disciple of the Tantric Sect. This item is very important to me. If you hadn't appeared, I would have been able to get the Subduing Demon Pestle in a short time." He said, "But it doesn't matter, you will die today."

"Will I die?" Zhang Jun sneered, "I'm not afraid that the wind will flash my tongue!"

Suddenly, Zheng Long's eyes shot brightly, as if a phantom of a devil rushed towards Zhang Jun's body. He was terrified, his heart was beating wildly, and he felt like his soul was out of his body for a moment.

At the critical juncture, a golden light flashed in the left eye, and billowing light waves descended on the whole body, instantly smashing the phantom to pieces.

Zhang Jun regained his clarity and exclaimed, "Play the mysterious method!"

The so-called "strike the gods" refers to a martial artist who has cultivated a secret method, which can strike the opponent's spiritual will in an instant. This is somewhat similar to Western hypnotism, except that the latter is a slow and peaceful process, while "spiritual attack" destroys the enemy's spiritual will in an instant, causing serious consequences.

For example, just now, if it weren't for the effect of the golden light in the Buddha's eyes, he would lose consciousness for a moment, and then he would be at the mercy of others, and his end would naturally be miserable.

The other party attacked brazenly, of course Zhang Jun didn't have to be polite, the joints all over his body cracked, his muscles instantly collapsed, his body suddenly swelled to a height of more than two meters, crushing him like a humanoid tank.

That's right, it was crushed. When he stepped out, the concrete floor cracked inch by inch, the center sank five centimeters, and began to spread out like spiders around. At the same time, his shoes were trampled to pieces, and then his toes dug the ground, as if the ground was shrinking into inches, and he moved in front of Zheng Long in an instant.

Facing the tall and ferocious Zhang Jun, Zheng Long was taken aback, with a look of horror on his face, and shouted: "King Kong is not bad!"

"boom!"

Zhang Jun ignored him, mobilized his potential and inner strength, and raised his hand as a fierce suppression, just like a father slapping his son.

After all, Zheng Long is also a master of energy transformation, and possesses secret techniques. It's a pity that Zhang Jun's blow was too fierce and domineering, as fast as thunder, he only had time to raise his arm slightly, and the thick palm had already pressed it down.

"Crack!"

His head was like a big watermelon, it was smashed in one blow, and the brains burst all over the ground, a large piece of red and white.

After beating Zheng Long to death with one palm, Zhang Jun took out his mobile phone and called the police. Not long after, Xu Feihu arrived with his people. When the police saw the bodies with their heads crushed, several vomited out on the spot.

Zhang Jun showed his national security certificate and said to Xu Feihu: "Director Xu, this person is the murderer of the villagers. He is a master of Tantric Buddhism and has been shot dead by me."

Xu Feihu was taken aback, and quickly ordered his subordinates: "Don't let this matter out to the outside world, just say that our people shot him to death. Okay, let's dispose of the body." Then he pulled Zhang Jun aside.

"Brother, tell me the truth, what's going on?" Xu Feihu frowned and asked.

Zhang Jun said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if you don't mention the affairs in the Jianghu, just follow what I said just now, and make sure nothing will happen." within the scope of responsibility."

Xu Feihu nodded vigorously, and without asking any further questions, he led his people to deal with the scene.

The next day, after breakfast, Zhang Jun went to the supermarket to do a big cleaning, and it was already lunch time after finishing the work. At this time, Guo Lan called and said that Professor Guo was going back to Zhongyuan City today to deal with some urgent matters.

Zhang Jun wanted to take a look at the Subduing Demon Pestle, so he said, "I'll go with you, and I'll go to the Central Plains to do some business."

He didn't have time to eat lunch, so he greeted his parents and hurried over. The two sides met at the Bureau of Cultural Relics. Professor Guo was still the same, with a pipe in his mouth, and said goodbye to the leaders of the Bureau of Cultural Relics with a smile.

After Zhang Jun arrived, he greeted his father and daughter, and then boarded the car provided by the Cultural Relics Bureau with them and set off for Tangling City.

In the car, Zhang Jun asked, "Uncle Guo, why is it so urgent that you have to leave today?"

Professor Guo said with a smile: "A big Japanese collector, Norio Mitsui, wants to exchange cultural relics with the school collection of Chung Yuan University. During World War II, a large number of domestic precious cultural relics flowed into Japan. Norio Mitsui's family is a Japanese collector. One of the more famous ones."

Zhang Jun bitterly said: "The Japanese are robbers. They robbed our things back then, but now they come out to communicate."

Professor Guo sighed: "Weak countries are naturally bullied." Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, and said, "Zhang Jun, I was thinking that the scale of this exchange should not be limited to two, the more collection institutions The better to participate."

Zhang Jun asked: "Uncle Guo means, how many more people do you want to recruit?"

Professor Guo nodded: "Actually, I want to use this opportunity to try to realize one of my ideas."

"What idea?" Zhang Jun asked curiously.

"A large part of our country's precious cultural relics are actually scattered among the people and overseas. It would be a pity if these cultural relics are only hidden in one room and only a few people can play with them. If they can be displayed for people all over the world to enjoy, then It’s called making the best use of everything.” Professor Guo said, “So I imagined that it would be possible to set up a large organization with strong financial and organizational capabilities and a good reputation that could lease precious cultural relics from all over the world and then take them out. Concentrate on display."

After hearing this, Guo Lan smiled and said, "Dad, you're daydreaming again. Such a big project can't be done without billions of dollars. Who would want to invest money in this kind of thing?"

"That's not necessarily true." Zhang Jun said with a smile, "I'm 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 said with a smile: "Dad, you have found the right person now! Zhang Jun is a big capitalist, we must drag him into the water." .”

Zhang Jun rolled his eyes: "What big capitalists are entrepreneurs."

Professor Guo looked at Zhang Jun with hope 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 the concept is fundamentally different. You want to rent someone else's stuff and show it to everyone Look. And my idea is to provide a platform for the display of cultural relics, so that those who have cultural relics are willing to take them out to make money."

"Make money?" Professor Guo looked puzzled.

"It's like this. Assuming we set up a large-scale expo company with a certain international influence, then we can tour around the world. Of course, we need to charge tickets for the tour, and the income from the tickets is the source of rent. " Zhang Jun said, "You and I have similar ideas, but actually have different goals. Your goal is to spend money to rent things, but my idea is to collect things for exhibitions to make money. The former will most likely make money, while the latter has a huge could make money."

Guo Lan thought for a while and said, "Zhang Jun, I think your idea is also in doubt. How much can you charge for tickets? Can you have a lot of rent?"

Zhang Jundao: "We need to find professionals to plan this. When the time comes to discuss a reasonable ticket price, I don't think it's a big problem."

"After talking for a long time, are you willing to do this project?" Guo Lan asked with blinking eyes.

"Do it, why not do it?" Zhang Jun laughed, "Collecting tickets is just a way to make money. We can also make high imitation products, carry out treasure appraisal activities, and even artificially create a collection boom in a certain field. A great way to make money.”

Guo Lan said with emotion: "As expected of a profiteer, the idea is just different."

Zhang Jun ignored her teasing and continued: "Uncle Guo, I think we can take advantage of this opportunity of cultural relics exchange to get things done. Tianxing Investment Company will continue to follow up, and there will be professionals to discuss with you cooperation thing."

Professor Guo was very excited when he heard the play, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhang, you are really my lucky star!"

When they arrived at Dongling, the three of them flew to Zhongyuan City by plane and returned to the apartment building of Zhongyuan University. It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. As soon as she got home, Guo Lan was busy cooking, while Zhang Jun chatted with Professor Guo in the room.

While chatting, he mentioned the vajra and said, "Uncle Guo, how did you get that vajra?"

Professor Guo thought for a while and said: "This thing has been with me for more than forty years, and it was collected during the Cultural Revolution. Didn't it destroy the four olds and overthrow all ghosts and snakes? A lama monk from Tibet was used by the Red Guards. Gun swept to death, and when he was buried, he found a vajra from his body. I knew it was a good thing, so I kept it quietly and have been hiding it until now.”

Zhang Jun knew it well, and knew that this thing most likely came from Tibet, and it was the same thing as what Zheng Long said. He thought for a while and said, "Uncle Guo, where is this thing now? Is it convenient for me to take a look at it?"

Professor Guo smiled and said, "Of course it's convenient, it's under my bed, and I can show it to you right away."