The best perspective expert

Chapter 47 Qualitative Change
Han Zhenyang stood on the side of the road for a while, only to realize that his palms were shaking violently, and the inside of his finger bones was even more empty. In just a split second, the large amount of spiritual energy he had absorbed in Rongcheng was consumed.

But worth it!

When the aura is gone, you can inhale again, but if the person is gone, there is nothing left.

Moreover, at this moment, his heart was already occupied by fear and anger.

It doesn't matter who you are, it's never over!
Han Zhenyang suppressed his anger, let himself calm down as soon as possible, then called Tong Yu'an, and explained the situation here, but he did not say that it was an assassination, but only said that he drove his sister and Tong Zhenzhen from the car dealership When I came out, I encountered a muck truck driving in the opposite direction, and then vaguely asked to know the information about the driver of the muck truck.

With Tong Yu'an's ability and identity, it is easy to check a driver of a muck truck.

Han Zhenyang hung up the phone and waited for himself to calm down completely before driving back to Yuyuan villa area.

Back in the villa, Han Zhenyang plunged into his bedroom and took out the purple sand statue of the Budai Buddha from the Jinling Confucius Temple antique market.

The Buddha statue is still golden, and the rich golden aura is as real as it is, which makes Han Zhenyang very greedy, but he may not be strong enough to absorb the aura here, and he may be sucked dry by the Buddha statue instead.

If his phalanx is a pond, then this standing Budai Buddha is a lake.Under normal circumstances, the water in the small pond would only flow into the lake, but now, the inside of his finger bone was empty, like a dry pond, and the situation was different.

Perhaps, the dry ponds can draw some water from the plentiful lakes?
Han Zhenyang didn't know if his plan would succeed, but he decided to try.Without aura around him, he always felt insecure, but he didn't have so many emeralds for him to absorb at the moment, so he had to use this Budai Buddha as his idea.

Before starting, he bowed twice, and then carefully and firmly held the Buddha statue.

As soon as he touched it, there was a suction force from the Buddha statue, and the feeling of hollowing out his body made him extremely horrified, but when the ferocious smile of the driver of the muck truck flashed in his mind, he gritted his teeth and held on, at the same time Motivate the mind to desperately absorb the almost substantive aura in the Buddha statue.

The feeling of tug-of-war with the mysterious force was very uncomfortable, as if he wanted to tear him in half, and his head felt like bursts of splitting pain, as if someone had used a sharp knife to slash his brain one after another. .

The pain was so deep that he almost lost consciousness, but he still refused to give up. He was really going all out, and he would never give up until he gnawed off a piece of meat from this Buddha statue.

"Ah—" Before he was about to faint, he suddenly felt a "bang", like a rope in a tug-of-war suddenly snapping, or like a dam blocking a river suddenly bursting. Anyway, after that moment, there was a huge and strong The golden aura poured down, rushing towards him overwhelmingly, obliterating him instantly.

For a moment, all he had in his mind was gold, bright gold, and the golden light was mixed with cadenced murmurs, like mortals raving, and gods and Buddhas chanting sutras.At that moment, he immersed himself in it half-understood, let the Buddha incarnate into a cloth bag monk thousands of years ago, walked in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas during the Tang Dynasty, experienced all kinds of worldly situations, laughed and laughed, and then became a Buddha immediately.

After he became a Buddha, he set up a shrine, listened to the prayers and chanting of the believers every day, and witnessed the dust rising and falling and the death and life of people. He didn't know when it started or when it would end. of.

At some point, the golden light flashed away, like a burnt candle.

The momentary darkness made Han Zhenyang wake up suddenly, and looked up at the clock on the wall. Only a few seconds had passed, but he felt that thousands of years had passed, all the way from the Tang Dynasty, so real.

Is it a dream or a memory?

Han Zhenyang didn't have an answer, but he was delighted to find that the golden spiritual energy in the purple sand statue of Bu Dai Buddha was transferred to his finger bones without any leak.As for his phalanx, it naturally advanced again, from a light bright yellow to a golden color, exactly the same golden color as the Budai Buddha statue.

Not only did the phalanx of his index finger turn golden, but a small part of the metacarpal connected to the phalanx also turned pale gold.

From the looks of it, as long as there is enough aura, the bones of his whole body can turn golden.

What will he look like at that time?Will he become a Buddha immediately?

Han Zhenyang was a little speechless. He got the phalanx relics from Buddhism, but he didn’t believe in Buddhism himself, and he didn’t have any special feelings about Buddhism. Even though he had just experienced a dreamlike experience, it didn’t make him feel anything about Buddhism. Special thoughts.

Become a Buddha immediately?Like the Budai Buddha who has been suffering for a thousand years without knowing where it started or where it will end?
He doesn't care for such a Buddha, how can he be as chic as playing with his friends in the world of mortals?
But he immediately laughed at himself, what is this all about?It's just absorbing some spiritual energy from a Buddha statue, which has nothing to do with becoming a Buddha, okay?If you can become a Buddha by inhaling spiritual energy, then the Buddha is too worthless.

Han Zhenyang doesn't know whether the Buddha is worth money or not, but this standing bag Buddha statue is very valuable.Among other things, the aura contained in it alone is worth hundreds of pieces of top-quality jadeite, not only in large quantity, but also in high quality.

Han Zhenyang tried it, and under his urging, the aura could reach 20 meters away, and within 20 meters, the aura would arrive instantly as soon as he thought of it.He even had a feeling that within 20 meters, he was a god.

Indeed, once the aura is released, there will be no secrets within the range. He can see what he wants to see, hear what he wants to hear, attack what he wants to attack, and heal what he wants to heal.As long as the aura is sufficient, he is a god, a god within 20 meters.

Han Zhenyang is not interested in becoming a god or Buddha, but he is very interested in the growth of his strength, because it can make his life more comfortable and turn those villains who stab people in the back into rats in the gutter.

20 meters is enough to make him an existence beyond human cognition.

At this time, he received a text message from Tong Yu'an, which contained the detailed information of the driver of the muck truck.

Wang Guangwei, male, 49 years old, unmarried, a member of the third group of Hongwang Village, was imprisoned for rape 13 years ago, and was released last June after serving his sentence. A Ruiwo 140 dump truck.There was a traffic accident on Century Avenue in the morning, and he was sent to the central hospital for emergency treatment due to injuries. He was just out of danger and lived in ward 304.

Mingyu Group, Mingyu Group again!
Seeing these four words, Han Zhenyang subconsciously thought of Tong Yu'an's warning to him a few days ago, saying that Sun Chenglong was the most dangerous existence. At that time, he didn't take it seriously. Now, he has learned the lesson. Fortunately, he is not an ordinary person.

If you didn't kill him, prepare yourself for his wrath.

Han Zhenyang drove out of the villa alone and went directly to the Central Hospital. Of course, he was looking for Yang Xinyue in name. He found Yang Xinyue who was doing ward rounds on the second floor of the inpatient department. Upstairs was Ward 304 where Wang Guangwei was.

Yang Xinyue was very excited to see Han Zhenyang, "Xiao Han, my grandfather can barely walk on the ground."

"Are you able to go to the ground? You are recovering well, congratulations," Han Zhenyang shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed expression, "I will have another massage in a few days, maybe I can run again."

"Yeah, that's what my grandfather said, let me invite you to my house as a guest, when are you free?"

"Let's not talk about your treat. Hehe, I'm here to invite you today. Please come to my house as a guest and burn the kang for me."

"You moved? Where did you move?"

"Yuyuan Community."

"The environment there is quite good, but the house price is not cheap. It seems that you have made a fortune."

"Hehe, it's okay, I made a little money."

"You can afford to buy a house in Yuyuan Community, and you can earn a lot of money," Yang Xinyue smiled, "You won't specifically notify me to burn the kang for you, will you?"

"Ahem, there is one more thing, which is about the bodyguard," Han Zhenyang said with feigned embarrassment.

"If you don't have anything to go to the Three Treasures Hall, you will know that you must have something to do." Yang Xinyue gave Han Zhenyang a coquettish look, "Don't worry about the bodyguard, they are going through the formalities, and they will be here in two days."

"That's good, that's good," Han Zhenyang was really happy, because he finally didn't have to worry about his sister's safety all day long. With a qualified bodyguard watching over him, he could avoid most dangers. After all, bodyguards are professional Personnel, the awareness of danger and the ability to prevent it are better than him.

Of course, what he said to Yang Xinyue was a cover-up, because during the short chat, he manipulated the spiritual energy to intrude into Ward 304 silently and found the driver of the muck truck, Wang Guangwei.

Wang Guangwei has a good name, but his behavior is neither bright nor great, and his appearance is also negative. His face is cruel, and the hostility in his eyes is even more shocking.

Han Zhenyang urged his spiritual energy to penetrate into Wang Guangwei's brain, stabbed at the brain nerve center, then quickly withdrew, followed by the mobile phone wrapped around Wang Guangwei, and came out of the window. When he walked downstairs, Wang Guangwei's mobile phone was in his hand .

The screen saver lock of the mobile phone is a pattern lock. Han Zhenyang used his aura to probe a little, and quickly found the correct pattern according to the scratches on the screen. After turning on the phone, he sent a text message directly to Sun Chenglong's private mobile phone, "Mr. It’s rude, it’s just the beginning.”

A few seconds later, Sun Chenglong texted back, "Who are you?"

"Hehe, it's true that noble people forget things a lot, but it doesn't matter, we will know later." Han Zhenyang replied, then smashed Wang Guangwei's mobile phone into the trash can on the side of the road, and drove straight to the city detention center.Sun Yuming was locked up here waiting for the court's judgment. Because of the pressure from the He family, Sun Yuming will definitely be sentenced, and the sentence will not be short.

Of course, when the limelight passes, Sun Chenglong may have a way to get his son out, but that's a matter for the future.

Anyway, at this moment, Sun Chenglong is extremely anxious because of the text message Han Zhenyang sent him.Although he was not sure that it was Han Zhenyang who sent it, it must have something to do with Han Zhenyang, because Wang Guangwei was arranged by him.He thought that Wang Guangwei would succeed, so he didn't cover up too much. A dead person has no value, and no one will stand up for a dead person who has no father, mother, or relatives.

But Han Zhenyang is not dead, this matter is not so simple.

When he heard his subordinates say that Wang Guangwei had become a fool, he couldn't help but shuddered, and screamed, "Go to the detention center."

(End of this chapter)