I took the booklet and looked through it. There was no Zen stick. At this time, Chen Qingyi also said to me: "We have searched all the temples, but we don't seem to see any Zen sticks. What are you looking for that thing?"

"It's okay." I shook my head. I knew that the work of collecting evidence must be to search the temple. Since they didn't find it, it must be gone. I greeted Chen Qingyi and ran to a corner to call Fang Shineng.

"Hey, who?" Fang Shineng's voice sounded quite energetic, and I said, "Fatty Fang, it's me!"

"Oh, buddy, it's you, what's the matter?" Fang Shineng asked.

I said, "Why did the police seal it up when I came to your temple to play? By the way, where was the last time the Zen stick? I had a friend who wanted to buy it at a high price!"

The fat man looked like a money-lover. Sure enough, as soon as I said this, he said, "When the group of police officers came to seal it, I escaped with this thing, at a high price, how much is it!"

"It's really yours." I was happy after hearing this and said, "You can buy the price as long as it's not too outrageous!"

"Well, can you do it for 100,000 yuan? If your friend thinks it is expensive, you can discuss it again." Fang Shineng said on the other end of the phone.

My God, if the old demon of Black Mountain knew that he would be so angry that he vomited blood if he sold it for 100,000 yuan, I said, "No problem, you bring it to Wanfu Building and hand it over with the money and the goods!"

"Um!"

After saying that, Fang Shineng hung up the phone and I quickly called Uncle Cong again, saying that I didn’t have 100,000 yuan, so I could only find Uncle Cong. After dialing the phone, I didn’t say much, so I just said 100,000 yuan to buy the old demon of Heishan. Uncle Cong said nothing and asked me to wait and he brought the money.

Not long after I ran back to Wanfu Building, Uncle Cong drove his red Ferrari, and in a pocket filled with a red ticket of 100,000 yuan and 100,000 yuan thick, it looked quite touching.

"What's going on when I buy the old monster in Black Mountain for 100,000 yuan?" Uncle Cong came over and threw the money directly to me, so I told Uncle Cong about the incident.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Cong was not happy after hearing this, but instead looked sad. He said, "You can't take this Zen stick and keep it for me. Since those monsters can find Nanhua Temple, there will definitely be a way to know that the old monster in Black Mountain is here, it is too unsafe to put it here!"

I know Uncle Cong is telling the truth, and I have no objection. This thing is just a hot potato, and I don’t want it yet.

Not long after, Fang Shineng drove a van. The guy gained a little weight, had a bare head, a gold necklace, and looked like a rich man. I saw a strange question: "Your temple has been sealed, why do you feel that you have become rich instead!"

"Haha, if the police hadn't sealed the broken temple, I wouldn't have had the good life now." Fang Shineng took out a copycat cigar and held it in his mouth, then took out a Zen stick from the back of his car. He walked while holding it and said, "You can only take a step faster, and I know you. Someone contacted me just now and said he wanted to buy this Zen stick!"

"What, someone else wants to buy this Zen Staff." Uncle Cong and I looked at each other. Uncle Cong threw the 100,000 yuan to Fang Shineng. After taking the Zen Staff, Uncle Cong said, "Huizi, I'll leave first, just leave this thing to me." After that, he carried the Zen Staff and got in the car and drove away.

Fang Shineng opened the bag and counted the money, and his saliva almost flowed out. He said with a smile on his face: "You are busy first, I'll leave first!"

I was not as good as Fang Shineng. He said just now that there seemed to be someone who wanted to buy this Zen stick. In the eyes of others, this Zen stick is just a broken stick. Besides me, I probably only have that group of monsters.

Seeing Fang Shineng's happy look, I couldn't help but say, "Brother, call me if there is any situation, remember!"

"What else can happen?" Fang Shineng waved his hand. Seeing his appearance, he had been fascinated by money, he had no other thoughts. I had said that anyway. Seeing him driving away, I breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, the Zen stick was finally obtained.

I was about to turn around onto the stairs, but suddenly Uncle Cong’s car drove back. Uncle Cong looked anxious and ran to me with a Zen stick and threw it on the ground and said, “Grass, this thing is fake!”

I was shocked and quickly picked up the Zen Staff and looked at it. I didn't look carefully just now, but now I look closely and it's really wrong. It seems to be made of wood. The real Zen Staff seems to be made of iron or something. The most important thing is that there is actually an XX factory at the bottom of the Zen Staff.

Damn, Fang Shineng actually dared to lie to me. I took out my cell phone and dialed it to Fang Shineng. The opposite side turned off the phone.

Uncle Cong looked gloomy and cursed: "I'm paralyzed, dare to lie to me!"

Then he took out his cell phone and dialed a phone number: "House, check a car for me. I was just under the Wanfu Building and asked the traffic police to stop him. Hurry up, something urgent!"

After hanging up the phone, Uncle Cong got into the car. I hurriedly followed him. After fastening his seat belt, I said, "That guy is not going to sell real Zen sticks!"

"Hmph, are you going to die?" Uncle Cong snorted coldly. He seemed to be quite angry. With a thump of the accelerator, the car rushed out. Uncle Cong also brought a headphone. Uncle Fang on the opposite phone seemed to have news, and he kept telling Uncle Cong's place name.

"That guy is driving out of the city, grass!"

Uncle Cong cursed and stepped on the accelerator hard, making my throat lift. Uncle Cong's driving skills were very average, and he was not Uncle Fang, so I quickly touched it. Fortunately, the seat belt was tied.

The car quickly drove out of the city, but there was still no sign of Fang Shineng.

"That guy should be heading towards the abandoned factory in the south of the city. This direction is the expressway. Other places are very desolate, and there is only one abandoned factory." Uncle Cong seemed to be familiar with this section of the road.

I didn't say anything, mainly because Uncle Cong drove even more scary than Uncle Fang. Although Uncle Fang drove very fast, I heard that Uncle Fang almost became a professional racer before, and his skills were excellent, and Uncle Cong.

Oh, fortunately there was no traffic accident along the way, so we soon arrived outside the abandoned factory. This was an abandoned factory. Uncle Cong parked his car outside and took me to the trunk of the car. There was a black box in the trunk. After Uncle Cong opened it, there were many 'guys' inside.

Uncle Cong threw a peach wood sword over: "Hold it, be careful, the other party is likely to be a group of monsters."
Chapter completed!