At the same time, a conversation surrounding Tang Ning was also taking place in a private villa in the western suburbs of the capital.

A thin old man with gray hair and a gray Zhongshan suit. A bald monk with a face full of flesh and a yellow monk's robe. A fat man in his forties, wearing a dark gray suit and three gold rings on his hands, like a nouveau riche in a coal boss, and another person with a very intellectual look, a white shirt and black-framed glasses, about fifty years old. The last two of them were in their sixties, with sharp-mouthed cheeks, with a vulgar appearance, and a twin dressed in a countryside.

In the spacious living room with luxurious decorations, the six people each sat on a corner sofa and sat around. Each of them had a cup of tea on their hands.

"It seems that we underestimate that Tangning?" The old man in Zhongshan dressed sighed. He stroked his hands with his teacup, narrowed his eyes slightly, and pondered there.

"Yes." The middle-aged man in the shirt pushed the glasses on his nose and nodded in agreement: "I immediately settled Xianzhou and the others. I think the rumors about this child are true."

"Hmph." The bald monk snorted coldly and said, "This doesn't mean anything. Liu Xianzhou and the others were too careless and underestimated the enemy. That's why they suffered such a secret loss. According to the monk, it's not a solution to delay like this. Why not just do it."

"Monkey Shi Tong, do you suggest everyone do it directly? It's a joke!" The fat man who was exploding like a household, rubbed the three gold rings on his right finger with his left hand back and forth. He glanced at the bald monk coldly and mocked: "The capital is the capital and the capital is the capital. I don't know how many powerful people are in charge here. I want to make trouble here. I want to make trouble here, unless you are impatient, monk, or you are a big business in Kashyapa, and you don't take the Secret Service or the Fatty White people seriously. Humph."

The bald monk is a monk, but he has a bad temper and fierce appearance. Apart from his appearance, he has no sense of being out of the world that a monk should have. He has a philanthropic smell. Instead, he looks more like a street gangster who relies on his fierce face, bullying and extorting neighbors and vendors. He flipped his eyes and grinned, looking at the fat man with a stinky smell on his face, pretending to be generous, and grinned, saying, "If you are the surname Hu, don't just snatch the monk. I live in a corner of Wutai, the temple is small and the Bodhisattva is few. Of course, it is not as powerful as you. You are known as 800 disciples and Tianyimen, the only one in Jindi. The monk is not that

So stupid, of course I won't take action in the capital. Anyway, the Qimen Seal had already been given to the boy, so I made him go out of the city. As long as I left the capital circle, I was afraid that he would not hand over the things obediently? Isn't the monk who is just going to do it directly? Hehe, but, your surname Hu is determined to take hostages and threaten the donor Tang and force him to hand over the things. But after monitoring for many days, there are so many opportunities. Not only did he not take action, but several disciples under your sect also fell into trouble today. Ha, monk, I just don't know, what is the reason for you after sending someone to play like this and working hard for so many days? Is it boring or really stupid? Can the Hu surname be able to solve the doubts of Buddha?"

"You?" The fat man surnamed Hu glared at the monk with an ugly face and sneered: "The mountain man's trick, you stupid monk know nothing. Humph."

"Ha, the disciples of the disciples have made people feel weak at all, and they have a clever plan? Hehe." The monk looked at the fat man surnamed Hu with disdain. His eyes turned to the old man in Zhongshan and the middle-aged man in shirt, bowed his head, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said, "Mr. Zhong, Mr. Zhou, the monk means that he has delayed so many days, so it is really not appropriate to continue to delay. Things are resolved earlier, and it is better to return to their respective sects to report earlier. I wonder if the two donors have any good suggestions?"

The old man surnamed Zhongshan dress picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea. He put down the cup, looked worried, stood up and walked around the center of the living room with his hands behind his back, sighed again, stopped, looked around everyone, and looked at everyone with a look of compassion on his face. He said, "Since then, my senior Chinese Qimen Realm signed the five/no violation terms with powerful overseas countries, the Qimen Realm has been calm for decades, and all sects have been arresting them.

Time is tight, rest and develop each other. The righteous, evil, Buddha, Tao, Confucianism, witch, and demons also guard the territory and are safe and sound. However, in recent years, there have been constant troubles in the evil and demons. Not only are there local evil, but some demons and monsters overseas have also been constantly invading the territory. I have recently calculated a hexagram, and the hexagram shows that chaos in the world is about to arise. At that time, all of us may be involved and none of us will be spared."

"Mr. Zhong, do you think this is true?" Monk Shi Tong said with murderous aura. Although he looked bad, he was a Buddhist. It was his duty to eliminate demons and destroy demons. Several others also pricked up their ears and listened. Because Mr. Zhong from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, he adhered to the Xiaoyaotian lineage, and Xiaoyaotian has always dominated the world with the technique of cutting the sky with the five grains and turtle shells, and the method of divination and easy calculation is extremely accurate.

"Yeah." The old man in Zhongshan dressed in Zhongshan was squinting his head, and then said: "All the elites of the Qi Sect, masters of various schools, the basics and the methods of numerology. I think you are already familiar with it. You might as well push the yao by yourself. You should know if what I said is true, alas."

"Mr. Zhong said it well. I used the Liu Yao method to calculate this matter a few days ago, and the result was exactly the same as that of Mr. Zhong." A middle-aged man surnamed Zhou, who had black-framed glasses, white shirt, appearance and temperament, dressed as an intellectual, also said at this time: "The world is in chaos, and we are not out of luck, and we have cause and effect. Instead of thinking about keeping ourselves alone and protecting our own strength, it is better to resist it with one force."

"Yeah, yes, how can there be no end to the nest after being destroyed? When you return to the sect, you will definitely report this matter."

"Why would the elders of the sect know what we all know? Maybe they had made careful preparations long ago. But we just don't know."

"After the chaos arises, we should come forward."

"If you calm down for too long, there will inevitably be monsters who will cause chaos. This is the way of heaven and earth, and it cannot be avoided."

The living room was buzzing and talking in a mess. The old man surnamed Zhongshan was secretly looking at the middle-aged man surnamed Zhou and exchanged several quick glances. He coughed and raised his hand to stop the chaotic discussion. Then he turned the topic to Tang Ning and said, "The ancient lamp of the ninth-grade Hualien platform has been wandering among the people for hundreds of years. Now I am lucky to see the light of the sky again. This is a blessing in the world and a blessing in the Qimen Realm."

"Well, yes." The middle-aged man surnamed Zhou echoed: "The chaos is about to begin, and the treasure lamp is born. Isn't this a great sign of our great auspiciousness to eliminate demons and destroy demons?"

"Mr. Zhou said very much." Monk Shi Tong also said: "We righteous people, holding this treasure lamp in their hands, why are we afraid of the demons of the heavens?"

At this time, a sarcastic voice inserted in. "Hehe, say a thousand and tell ten thousand. The so-called chaos in the world is caused by monsters. Whether it is true or false, we don't care about these things, even if we die, it doesn't matter to us. Qian Laosan, I, want to know one thing, who will be the one after we get the ancient lamp?"

"That's right, don't fucking the big flag and make drum skins. The world is clamoring to quell the chaos in the world, thinking that you can get rid of things with the sign of justice. I, Qian Laosi, are smart. If you don't make the belongings of the treasure lamp clearly, don't blame us Qianjimen for withdrawing from the big guys. If you find a way to do it yourself, it's Qianjimen's things. If anyone dares to touch the treasure lamp again, it's an enemy of Qianjimen. Don't blame us Qianjis and Liushou for fighting with him at that time."

The old twins in their sixties, the Qian brothers dressed in old age, did not speak, but once they spoke, they broke the originally harmonious atmosphere of discussion. They directly pointed the problem to the point, and everyone wanted it. They couldn't avoid this final issue. In recent days, the reason why everyone intentionally avoided this issue was because they were afraid that everyone would tear each other apart. However, today, perhaps they couldn't stand the hypocritical face of the Zhongshan-dressed old man. Or maybe they didn't want to delay any longer and couldn't wait, so they simply put this problem on the table, forcing everyone to face it.

The living room suddenly fell into a calm state, and compared with the lively discussion before, it took a big turn.

I don’t know which twin brother is, whether it is Qian Laosan or Qian Laossi. He only saw him looking at everyone coldly, sneering, and said, “Why, when the substantive problems are mentioned, they are all shrunk?” He raised his eyebrows, and his triangular eyes burst into a faint light. He stared at the old man in Zhongshan dress in Zhong, and said, “Old Man Zhong, tell me, how to solve this problem?”

"If it can't be solved, I think it's better for everyone to break up and use their own tricks. Whoever gets it will be counted on whoever gets it."

"The fourth brother, right, I think it should have been apart. Why bother to waste time here? Humph."

The two brothers said one by one, and the other people looked at the old man in Zhongshan dressed in Zhong.

"Brother Qian, I think this is worse than..."

"Shut up." The two brothers' fierce eyes shot at the middle-aged man named Zhou who interrupted on the way. "The surname Zhou, the young man is here to be careless. You hypocrite do all the dirty things you secretly do can be hidden from others, but can't hide from our brothers' eyes. If you are smart, just stay honestly. Otherwise, our brothers don't mind revealing you."

The middle-aged man surnamed Zhou looked gloomy and snorted coldly, stopping speaking.

"Old man Zhong, why are you rubbing? Hurry up? Or are you talking about something shameful about your stomach?"

The old man surnamed Zhongshan dressed in Zhong walked back to his seat and sat down. He slowly picked up the cup and took a sip of tea. "What's there to say? Haven't you discussed it before? After you get the things, you will hold a treasure hunting ceremony on a date. Whoever wins the treasure lamp will belong to."

"What before? Who will keep the treasure lamp before the treasure hunting conference begins?"
Chapter completed!