Chapter 152 No reason to refuse

Uncle Feng was very punctual. He made an appointment at five o'clock in the afternoon and they arrived before four o'clock.

The elevator door opened, and he led two people into the thirty-sixth floor of the building. The two people were a man and a woman, both of whom had high levels of cultivation.

The man is a monk, over fifty years old, with Buddha beads, a Zen staff, and a yellow robe. There was a beard on his lips, his forehead was bald, his eyebrows were unkind, and he didn't look like a monk at all.

This appearance suits Uncle Feng very well. When he doesn't speak, he always has a straight face and a fierce expression.

The woman who was incompatible with the two of them was a woman in her thirties, tall and stylishly dressed. Her long hair was tied behind her head, making her neck look slender. She wears a pair of large sunglasses, has a high nose bridge, and her facial features are clear-cut yet delicate. She seems to be of mixed race.

Very beautiful, especially the elegance that exudes from the inside out, very ladylike.

Liao Wenjie had been waiting in front of the elevator for a long time. When he saw the three people coming out, he greeted them with a smile.

As soon as he took this step, the monk immediately took two steps back. Realizing that he was being too rude, he apologized and smiled awkwardly.

Like Uncle Feng, he has a disgusting and kind face.

"Uncle Feng, there are two other distinguished guests. Please make a special trip."

"Ajie, let me introduce you."

Uncle Feng pointed at the monk and said, "This is monk Jingyuan. I have known him for many years and we are very close friends."

"The mage is polite."

"Be polite, a friend of a friend is a friend. Donor Liao just call me by my Buddhist name 'Jingyuan'."

"I don't dare, I don't dare to be rude in front of the Master, but a friend's friend is a friend. I completely agree with this sentence, so Master, don't call me 'Donor Liao', just call me Ajie."

"It's easy to talk about."

Master Jingyuan looked serious, but in fact he had no airs and was carefree. After a few words with Liao Wenjie, he quickly put aside his worries.

"Ajie, let me introduce this person to you."

Uncle Feng's expression was solemn and he spoke with a little respect: "Miss Zhang is the thirty-eighth generation descendant of Zhang Tianshi. She has strong Taoism and is very prestigious in Hong Kong Island."

Liao Wenjie's face straightened, he had a pair of long legs, no, he had a pair of long legs...

Not right either.

All in all, these thighs are very powerful, and you should hug them tightly if you get the chance.

"Uncle Feng, please stop making fun of me. Everyone knows that my generation is just a transitional one, not orthodox."

The woman took off her sunglasses, and her face turned out to be a mixture of East and West. She smiled and stretched out her hand to Liao Wenjie: "My name is Zhang Lihua, and I happen to be a few years older than you. If you don't mind, just call me Sister Lihua."

"Sister Lihua."

Liao Wenjie stretched out his hand and shook it slightly: "Liao Wenjie, Ajie."

The four of them exchanged a few brief greetings, and Liao Wenjie led the three of them towards the conference room.

"Ajie, why do you have such a big company at such a young age?"

"That's not true. I also work for others. The boss has something going on at home in the past two days. I am temporarily taking charge of all the company's affairs on her behalf."

As Liao Wenjie spoke, question marks floated across his forehead.

I was shocked just now when I heard the name of the thirty-eighth generation successor of Zhang Tianshi. Now that I think about it, something seems wrong.

Generally speaking, Zhang Tianshi refers to the Five Pecks of Rice Tao, which is Zhang Daoling, the founder of Tianshi Tao.

If I remember correctly, Zhang Tianshi was a figure from the Eastern Han Dynasty. He has been around for about two thousand years and has only been passed down for thirty-eight generations... Isn't it a bit short?

Of course, if the cultivation is successful, each generation of heavenly masters will live a hundred years, which will naturally not be a problem.

But Liao Wenjie always felt that it was unreliable. After all, he was Zhang Daoling, a big boss with a prominent position that few people could compare with. It was unreal that his descendant suddenly appeared.

But if he hadn't dared to joke about Zhang Daoling's name, the Taoist priests on Hong Kong Island, such as Taoist monks like Uncle Feng, would have rolled up their sleeves to slay demons and defend Taoism.

Liao Wenjie thought about it, thinking that Zhang Lihua, the Heavenly Master, belonged to the second category. He had another ancestor, not Zhang Daoling, but he happened to also have the surname Zhang.

meeting room.

After Uncle Feng and the others sat down, Liao Wenjie made a pot of tea, then took out two gorgeous wooden boxes from the cabinet and placed them in front of Jing Yuan and Zhang Lihua respectively.

"It's just a small thing, but I don't mean it. Please don't dislike it, you two."

Uncle Feng: "..."

It looks familiar, and if the materials are correct, there must be a money sword inside.

"Ajie, why are you so polite? I am a monk and I have nothing in common. How can I accept your things?"

Jing Yuan shook her head, her senses towards Liao Wenjie plummeting. The young man had excellent bones. It would be a waste not to practice. However, he was too worldly and destined to have little great achievements. It was a pity.

"Ajie, these thirty-six copper coins are extremely valuable. Do you really plan to give them to us?"

Zhang Lihua pushed open the lid of the wooden box and found a money sword wrapped in red cloth. After she saw the copper coins clearly, her face suddenly showed surprise.

It's too valuable to accept.

"Of course, Uncle Feng told me that because I became friends with that so-and-so, people in the same profession avoided me. If you two are willing to condescend to come, I naturally have to prepare a small gift to express my feelings."

"But, no reward for no merit..."

Zhang Lihua was very hesitant when she refused. Although her family has a great business and has many magic weapons to subjugate demons, innate copper coins are very rare. Even if they are used for collection, they are also a symbol of the family's heritage.

"It doesn't matter, I'll give the sword to the hero. I'm sincere, don't refuse."

"Ashamed, I really can't find a reason to refuse!"

Zhang Lihua shook her head and laughed at herself, waving her hand and closing the wooden box: "Ajie, I accept this 'small gift'. I learned about the curse from Uncle Feng. Don't worry, I will do my best."

"Sister Lihua has a charming temperament, so why should she be ashamed to say that? I think she is a hero among women."

"Ajie, you are really good at talking. No wonder your boss trusts you to manage such a large family business."

Uncle Feng: "..."

He looked familiar, and he was obsessed with money at the time, so he patted his chest and recognized Liao Wenjie as his friend.

"Innate copper coins, so generous..."

Jingyuan's eyes twitched and she pushed away the wooden box in front of her and whispered. She secretly blamed herself for speaking too quickly. Look at Zhang Lihua, she looks at things first and then speaks. She is young and handles things much more steadily than him.

Liao Wenjie said with a smile: "Master Jingyuan, courtesy is less important than affection. This is the limit of what I can do. You are a senior, please accept it quickly and don't bury me."

"Ah this..."

Jingyuan gritted her teeth and stamped her feet: "Okay, come to me if you have anything to do in the future and never refuse."

"Master Gaoyi!"

"Ashamed, ashamed."

Jing Yuan shook her head, her senses towards Liao Wenjie rising sharply. The young man had excellent bones. It would be a waste if he didn't practice. He was impeccable in speaking and doing things. He would definitely be a person in the future.

Uncle Feng was speechless: "You are a monk, why do you need money and a sword? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Jingyuan's brows stood up: "What's the matter? Monks can't use money swords anymore. I just like it! You talk in a weird way, don't you want to see me?"

"Huh, I'm just helping some monks recall that he has nothing in common and doesn't accept anything from others."

Uncle Feng made some sarcastic remarks, while Jingyuan suppressed her blush, gritted her teeth, and rolled up her sleeves to start a fight.

"One thing to say is that bystanders are impartial. Uncle Feng's words are biased."

Liao Wenjie spoke up: "Master Jingyuan accepted the money sword. In the final analysis, its purpose is to subdue demons and eliminate demons. This is a good deed. What's wrong with it?"

"That's right, Ajie can still talk, unlike that other guy who can crowd in on people."

Jingyuan snorted twice, seriously suspecting that Uncle Feng was jealous that he had the money and sword, so he blocked him.

Bah, villain!

Uncle Feng: "..."

Unfamiliar, unfamiliar with the scene, unfamiliar with the person, he was not as shameless as Jing Yuan at the time.

Seeing the two of them accept the money sword, Liao Wenjie secretly thought that the two friends had basically not run away. Just as he was about to say something, Jingyuan suddenly reached out and took out a black Buddhist bead bracelet from her sleeve robe.

"Ajie, you are a nice person and very in line with my temperament. I gave you this string of Buddhist beads as a meeting gift."

"this……"

Liao Wenjie took the Buddhist bead bracelet and put it on his wrist: "The Master has spent money on it, I'm so sorry."

The bracelet has a total of fourteen Buddhist beads, which are smooth and round. Each one is engraved with "Buddha" on the back, and connected on the front, it is two sentences of seven words: guard your mouth, mind, body, and do not offend, and do not offend all sentient beings.

"A monk, a poor monk, doesn't have the Seven Treasures by his side. I made this string of beads from lotus seeds. Just don't dislike it."

"Hiss, it was actually made by Master Jingyuan himself. The gift is too heavy."

Uncle Feng: "..."

This monk was really trying to make a fool of himself. He was obviously very distressed and even gave away the magic weapon he had been carrying all year round.

"Ajie, since you call me sister, I can't treat you badly."

Zhang Lihua took off the red rope around her neck and took out an amulet from her private storage space: "It's not as precious as innate copper coins. Don't dislike it as a small gift."

"this……"

Liao Wenjie took the amulet and put it on directly: "Sister Lihua spent money on it, I'm so sorry."

Regardless of the effect of the amulet, he couldn't resist the fragrant smell alone...

Well, there is still residual warmth.

Zhang Lihua rolled her eyes. This brother didn't seem to be a good man, but seeing how handsome he was, she just forgive him.

After receiving two greeting gifts in a row, Liao Wenjie didn't say anything and looked straight at Uncle Feng.

Uncle Feng picked up the tea cup and took a sip. After a moment, he sighed: "Last night, Ajie and I broke into the lair of the Neon Jiuju faction..."

"Tch, the skin of this aged tea is quite thick... Bah!"

Jing Yuan picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp regardless of how hot the tea was. After drinking it, she spat out the tea leaves with a look of disgust on her face.

Uncle Feng's expression did not change, and he roughly recounted what happened last night, and took out a black stone sealed with a yellow talisman: "Look, have you seen this thing before?"

Jingyuan carefully tore open the yellow talisman, observed it for a long time, closed her eyes and shook her head: "It's so evil. It's not a good person at first glance."

"Seems man-made."

Zhang Lihua studied for a moment: "I have seen many artificial gems. I can't say for sure about this stone, but I am 80% certain that it is not naturally formed."

"Man-made..."