Ha! I don’t care whether you are Huineng or incompetent! You come to Xilong Villa whenever you want? You leave whenever you want?" Zhang Lang sneered.

With a wave of his hand, a sense of energy led the police officers under the high platform of Dahuai Tree, rolling and huddling with Secretary Qian.

"If Shaolin Temple doesn't give me an explanation, you'll wait for death here!"

As Zhang Lang finished speaking, Zhixin and the other two who were slowly retreating seemed to be pushed hard from behind and fell to the ground, pressing against Secretary Qian and the police officers.

"Senior! What happened today is that the young monk was greedy. Please look at Master Huineng and let go of the young monk! The young monk must not forget the great kindness of his senior. When he returns to the temple, he must recite scriptures and pray for his senior day and night!" Zhixin lay on the ground and begged.

At this moment, Zhixin couldn't care about his superiors. How much can face be worth? Life is still important.

"How much is Huineng's face worth a pound? Wait! Wait for me! I'll pick you up!" Zhang Lang ignored it after saying that.

"Zhang Lang! I am a state official! You dare to imprison me! You are going to oppose the country, you are rebeling the party! The country will not let you go!" Secretary Qian shouted loudly.

"Working against the country? Secretary Qian, you are too arrogant to yourself! You cannot represent the country, nor the party! At best, you are a bed bug that has been involved in our party!"

"Zhang Lang, you are so brave! I am a high-ranking county official! You dare to treat me like this! You wait, the national law and party discipline cannot spare you!"

"Bang!" Zhang Lang shook his hand and a breath thrust on Secretary Qian's face.

"Party discipline and national laws? Do you still have the face to recommend the party discipline and national laws to me? The reputation of our party was corrupted by shameless people like you!"

"What's going on?" Zhixin and others had already stood up, but they could only stand there and could not move forward or retreat.

"Wolf cub, you.................. You! Is this a magical method?" Mr. Guan opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Mr. Guan, my little trick is considered an immortal method!" Zhang Lang smiled modestly.

"It's amazing! It's really worthy of being the disciple of the old god!" Before Zhang Lang could explain, Mr. Guan helped Zhang Lang think about the source of his magical powers.

The office of Mr. Deng in Zhongnanhai, the capital.

"Chief! Qian Shaoming took four monks from Shaolin Temple to Xilong Villa and was trapped by Zhang Lang. He threatened to ask Shaolin Temple to give him an explanation!" Feng Dechang sweated heavily on his head, and he carefully reported.

He had also had different thoughts about Zhang Lang, but he was tolerant enough, and the fate of his ex made him dare not act rashly.

Now that I saw the fate of Qian Shaoming and four Shaolin monks, I was very glad that I was afraid.

"Oh? Just ask Shaolin Temple to give him an explanation? Didn't you ask the country to give him an explanation?"

"No! Zhang Lang cursed Qian Shaoming, saying that our party's reputation was ruined by shameless people like Qian Shaoming!"

"Well! I understand, you go down! Go back and pass the message to Shaolin Temple!" Mr. Deng smiled and nodded.

Feng Dechang stood attentively and left.

"I really admire you, Old Deng! You can laugh when something big happens!" An old man in Tang suit walked out of the inner room.

"Haha! What can't I laugh when I ask? What is a Qian family? What is a Qian Shaoming? A Zhang Lang is ten times and a hundred times better than them!" Mr. Deng laughed.

After laughing, Mr. Deng turned his head and ordered his secretary: "Xiao Li! Go and notify the officers at home and hold an emergency meeting!"

"Why? I'm not going to watch the show?" said the old man in Tang suit.

"You can't watch it anymore! If you continue watching, the stage will be smashed!" Mr. Deng shook his head and smiled.

"Then you ask Xiao Feng to inform the monks of Shaolin Temple?"

"Haha! Shaolin Wudang is at peace! I really didn't see how they are at peace! I remember that Zhixin and Zhiyong are all worshipped by the Guard Bureau? They actually went to participate in the robbery! It's really promising! And Huineng, as the elder of the Guard Bureau, has made so much contribution to the Guard Bureau?"

"Are you planning to use Zhang Lang's hand to deal with Huineng?"

"It can't be said to be a cleanup! Just let him know that I have a master who can cure him!"

"You cultural people! You are too wise! If you accidentally sell them, you will still count the money for you!" The old man in Tang patriarch teased with a smile.

The old man in Tang suit was the great elder of the Guard Bureau. He established a deep revolutionary friendship with Mr. Deng during more than ten years of war.

Therefore, there is no hurdle in the two of them talking.

"Haha! I won't be too careful about such a big business. If I lose and die, I will have no shame to see ***!" Mr. Deng laughed.

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"A-Mi-Tu-Buddha!" ​​An old monk with white beard and blushed face passed by his chest, chanting the Buddha's name step by step towards the platform of the big locust tree.

Zhang Lang was playing chess under the big locust tree.

"A-Mi-Tu-Buddha! I am polite!" The old monk's voice was like a bell.

The old monk is Huineng, the innate master of Shaolin Temple. Seeing Huineng is very polite, the anger in his heart is actually burning.

I think he was so powerful that Shaolin Temple dominated the martial arts world for thousands of years. Although he had suffered many hardships, he could always be reborn and stand firm.

Wuming Xiantian from a small mountain village actually dared to imprison his monk from Shaolin Temple. If this matter is not treated with an unforgettable lesson, no one will dare to stretch his claws at Shaolin Temple in the future.

If the disciples in the temple make a mistake, they will punish them in the temple. If you punish outsiders, it means offending the majesty of Shaolin Temple and not taking Shaolin Temple seriously.

Yes, Shaolin Temple is so domineering, and they also have the confidence to be domineering.

In this Dharma-Ending Age, even the same-known Wudang had only one innate master, and only he had two innate masters in Shaolin Temple.

The old monk Huineng came to the village and gave a warning. The Buddha's name just now was shouted with the skill of a lion's roar.

Huineng has already mastered the skill of lion roaring. Ordinary people will only feel the sound a little louder when they hear it. However, if people with martial arts hear it, they will be internally injured, which will damage the auditory nerves and become deaf.

In severe cases, he was broken by the lion's roar and died.

But what surprised Huineng was that his abacus did not start. According to the information he received, the unknown innate master should have hidden among the old people.

However, facing Huineng's Buddha's name, the old people on the platform just looked at him curiously, and continued to turn their eyes to the old and young who were playing chess.

"Is that innate master not here? Or is that innate master who has too much skill than himself, and his lion roar will not work for him?" Huineng immediately gave up this unreliable idea.
Chapter completed!