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Gathering your energy, clearing away distracting thoughts, waiting to break through the second wooden man pile, patter, patter, there was a rush of light footsteps on the plank road hanging on the cliff, unless there is an important person visiting at this time, everyone Disciple Chen Changrui came to report, so he slowly withdrew his palms raised in the air, let go of the imminent second round of offensive, closed his eyes slightly, and guessed who the expert would be visiting in the evening.

Sure enough, Chen Changrui flickered and floated in. He knelt down on one knee opposite the wooden dummy, and said in a deep voice, "I tell Master that a strange boy came to visit with a letter from Master Yinjue. Please open it and read it." After saying that, he got up slowly, clamped the letter between his fingers, poured his true strength into it, and threw it lightly, and the fluttering letter was like a heavy dart, spinning in mid-air, flying over the wooden dummy, and reaching the burning lamp. The spinning stopped just in front of the master, and it fell into his hands like a fallen leaf. The true power was released and retracted just right. If others saw it, they would applaud and applaud.

Master Ran Deng opened the letter, read it carefully under the dim oil lamp, stroked his silver whiskers, and showed a rare smile on his face, "Hehe, a great benefactor has come, and it is hopeful to repair the ancient temple."

Chen Changrui soared up, climbed over several rows of wooden dummy posts, and arrived in front of the master. He landed silently, "Master, who is here? Will you invest 300 million yuan to rebuild the temple?"

The letters between the heads of the sect are top secret, so the master put away the letter paper and stuffed it into an envelope, "The person who came is a modern closed disciple of the Otherworld Grass God Sect. He was recommended by Mrs. Yin Jue and is willing to contribute 300 million. However, the other party hopes to follow My promise is to input more than 30 years of real power cultivation."

When Chen Changrui heard it, his face was sad, he fell to his knees with a plop, and persuaded in a mournful voice: "Master must not, it took a lifetime, and finally reached the unrivaled realm of true martial arts, and spent 30 years of true strength for a strange boy If you are willing to agree to cultivation base, all the disciples of Dumen will not agree."

The master helped Chen Changrui up, and responded calmly: "A cultivator, why should you be so moved for a small matter? Changrui, do you still remember the hexagram of the fortune teller Mr. Zhang? Master's lifespan expires at the age of 94. There are still five short years to count. After all, in life, many things will not be brought with you when you are born, and you will not take them with you when you die. In fact, your own cultivation is actually a kind of illusory thing. For the sake of the development of our sect, let alone 30 years of cultivation, it doesn’t matter if you donate everything in your life? The master’s intention has been decided. It only depends on how enlightened this young man is, and whether his conduct is dignified. You can input it to him immediately. Quick, send He brought it up and finished everything on the hanging building."

Chen Changrui was so anxious that he secretly decided that he must stop the output of the master's true energy, so he jumped over the wooden dummy, went out of the suspended building, and arrived at the broken bridge with a few steps. Then, when he got to the other end of the broken bridge, he stepped on the plank road and entered the octagonal building. He didn't go to the living room as the master wanted, but rushed straight to the kitchen in the backyard.

At this moment in the kitchen, all the disciples were sitting around the dining table having dinner, and they were all muttering in their hearts, where is the honorable guest worthy of being reported by the senior brother when the master retreats?Seeing Chen Changrui rushing over, they all got up and asked, "Brother, what is the origin of this young man? What did the letter say? Is he qualified to meet the head in person?"

Chen Changrui replied with a weeping face on purpose: "The letter comes from Mrs. Yinjue, a Taoist aunt in Shu. The head of this young man didn't tell me about the boy's origin, but he only said that he was willing to contribute 300 million yuan to repair the ancient temple."

The disciples couldn't help cheering, shouting one after another:

"Wow, that's great. Several octagonal buildings are crumbling, and the temple has been renovated. The gate can be opened to welcome pilgrims and strive for more offerings. Our hard days are coming to an end."

"As the sect master said, those who practice asceticism must get rid of greed before they can achieve anything. However, in today's society, everything needs the support of financial and material resources."

"Since it's such a happy event, why isn't senior brother happy?"

Chen Changrui's face froze, and he let out a long sigh, "Youth's investment is valuable, and the head is required to output more than 30 years of true strength and cultivation base according to what he said before."

In the minds of his disciples, Master Randeng has long been a god of cultivation, and he worshiped him a lot. When he heard that the old man had to output his true strength to cultivate, his joy turned into anger, and he cursed one after another:

"Most of the people who come here are the sons of profiteers. Alas, the price is too high."

"We will never allow his plot to succeed."

"Even if this ancient temple becomes dilapidated and ruined, it is not uncommon for the 300 million investment from the rich second generation."

"Don't say 300 million, even 3000 million, let's go, let's dissuade the head."

There was a sudden chaos in the kitchen, and some disciples began to cry bitterly. Chen Changrui took the opportunity to say angrily: "The head has decided to use his true strength to this boy of unknown origin for the future of Du Clan. You can figure it out. I have to accompany the guests." .”

The disciples lost their appetite, threw down their bowls and chopsticks and ran towards the cliff in the back hall. When they reached the hanging wooden building, they knelt in a neat row and cried loudly: "Master, you old man, come out quickly, we have something to say!" To say."

Master Randeng waited for a long time for Chen Changrui to disappear from the cliff, and when he heard the yelling from the bottom of the cliff, he understood a little bit in his heart, walked slowly to the observation window of the hanging building, poked his head out, and admonished in a deep voice: "Cultivator, what are you doing?" Is this worth your crying? Get up soon, and whoever continues to cry will be punished by Master to be locked up for three days!"

The strictness of Dumen's discipline has long been known in Bashu. When the disciples heard it, they fell silent and stopped crying, but none of them refused to get up. If you don’t agree, you won’t be able to kneel forever.”

Besides, Lin Le was received by Chen Changrui and asked him to wait in the living room for a while, so that Master Ran Deng could read the letter and reply immediately, but he waited and waited, but no one came. Hearing the commotion in the back hall, he was wondering With that, Chen Changrui strode in, closed the door of the living room, and said in a low voice: "Brother, the master replied, saying that your body is not in good condition recently, and your true strength is exhausted, and you cannot meet your requirement of inputting 30 years of cultivation. Please come back." As he spoke, he took his arm and was about to forcibly see off the guest.

Chen Changrui's hand touched Lin Le, and it felt extremely soft, but with a little effort, it was as heavy as lead, and he couldn't break free, so he had to follow him to the mountain gate, and his thoughts changed sharply halfway, since Master Yinjue said this Things are eighty-nine percent sure, why can't you even see the face of Master Randeng?At least give the teacher a little face, could it be that someone is obstructing it?