Fox Demon Crossing

"Mr. Hao, I have a different opinion on your point of view."

The three of them turned their heads and found a figure standing at the office door.

Hao Yi's heart tightened, as if an invisible hand suddenly clamped his heart, instantly squeezing out a suffocating feeling. This person, who gave him a splitting headache and made him sleepless for countless nights, actually came back.

"Qiu'er, didn't you just go to Chongqing? Why are you back to the city so soon?" Hao Yiqiang asked with a forced smile.

"Don't mention it." Wang Zhenqiu sat nonchalantly in front of Hao Yi's large desk, wearing a trendy T-shirt with hot pants. There was a huge heart pattern printed on the T-shirt, revealing her long legs swaying in the air, and her wavy hair falling down, making her look particularly fashionable and charming.

Lifting his hair lightly, Wang Zhenqiu pretended to be wronged: "Boss Hao, you have to give me justice. The people from Tang Group kicked me out before I even entered the house. I am a dispatched employee in the southwest region. Although I am on their territory, I dare not take action easily. I can only return in disgrace."

Hao Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and he said speechlessly: "Don't you know why they don't want to accept you? Every time you go to Tang Group, you either want to steal business secrets or cause trouble for their newly recruited employees. It would be strange if they would welcome you."

"Mr. Hao, how can you say that to them?" Wang Zhenqiu wiped his eyes pretentiously and said aggrievedly: "They are not as bad as you think. I just want to make friends with them."

Hao Yi was speechless.

This notorious acting talent.

The time bomb of the southwest business district is indeed worthy of its nickname and has never been misunderstood.

"Mr. Hao, you just mentioned that if people with superpowers are not properly controlled, it may cause a lot of trouble. I think this statement is too targeted at the superpower group." Wang Zhenqiu's charming eyes inadvertently swept across Jin Renfeng, and curled his lips: "I think that people with superpowers are also human beings. There is nothing wrong with accepting management and constraints. After all, ordinary people may also cause trouble if they are not restrained."

Hao Yi reminded him: "But we can't deny that once a person with super powers loses control, the consequences are usually much more serious than those of ordinary people."

“Maybe not.”

"Mr. Hao, this concept is outdated. Now is a new era. We can no longer look at problems with the old perspective."

"Times are advancing, and society is developing rapidly. For many people with superpowers at the early stages, a pistol can pose a great threat, not to mention all kinds of guns, missiles, and even nuclear weapons..."

"Speaking of nuclear weapons, I think of the atomic bomb called 'Little Boy'..." Wang Zhenqiu said with a familiar look: "Little brother, are you interested in learning about the story of the little boy in Hiroshima? That story is quite inspiring."

"Qiu'er, what's the matter?" Hao Yi had to interrupt Wang Zhenqiu's topic.

"Oh, yes. I came to you to ask for reimbursement of all the expenses for this business trip. After all, it is also a business trip. You won't deny this account, right?" Wang Zhenqiu looked at Hao Yi with a meaningful smile on his face.

Hao Yi replied helplessly: "Give me the bill and I will reimburse you."

"Okay, you said it yourself, don't go back on your word." Wang Zhenqiu chuckled, took out a stack of invoices from his trouser pocket and threw them on the desk. Before leaving, he approached Jin Renfeng again and said with a smile: "Young man, I don't see you often. Are you interested in getting to know me?"

At this time, Yang Hui frowned and said, "Wang Zhenqiu, I've heard of you, the cancer of the southwest. You'd better not have any bad ideas about my brother in the future, otherwise I will punish you."

Wang Zhenqiu blinked, shrugged his shoulders, pretended to be innocent, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away leisurely whistling.

After Wang Zhenqiu left, Yang Hui asked, "Uncle Hao, can we start registering now?"

Hao Yi smiled and said, "I've noted it down. Ping An, take this book back and read it. It won't do you any harm if you flip through it in your spare time."

When the work was done, they stood up and said goodbye.

"Give my regards to your father."

After closing the door, Yang Hui and Jin Renfeng were about to take the elevator downstairs.

"You bastard—"

“Get back here!”

In the corridor, Hao Yi's angry shout was heard.

At this moment, Hao Yi's face was gloomy. He lowered his head and looked at the pile of invoices on the table that Wang Zhenqiu asked for reimbursement. He was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

Sea cucumbers, five...

Chongqing's top hotel luxury suites...

Bath center consumption...

Chongqing Children's Park...

Chongqing Horror Theme Park Adventure...

Is he going on official business or going on vacation?

"What a bad person! This bastard is really not a human being again!" Hao Yi was furious, his face turned pale. You know, there is a certain limit on reimbursement of public funds. What a bastard!

At this moment, Wang Zhenqiu downstairs seemed to hear vaguely the noise coming from upstairs, and the smile on his face became brighter.

Seeing Jin Renfeng and the other person walking out of the elevator, Wang Zhenqiu nodded at them, turned around and left without paying attention to their reactions.

"Be safe, try to stay away from him in the future." Yang Hui stared at Wang Zhenqiu's back and warned him, "You were not in this industry before, so you don't know. Wang Zhenqiu is known as a cancer in the southwest. Don't look at him dressed like a vixen, he is actually a man. I heard that he had bewitched several disciples of Huo De Sect in his early years, including the eldest disciple of Huo De Sect."

Jin Renfeng replied with a complicated expression: "The cancer of the southwest is worthy of the name."

Wang Zhenqiu, a dispatched employee from Southwest China, may seem careless and frivolous on the surface, but he is actually a thoughtful and skillful person...

Anyone who has been moved from one family to another since childhood, has mastered various skills, and is broad but not specialized, and can grow up in hundreds of families in the world, must be extraordinary.

Especially in bustling cities, the elderly still maintain their passion, while the younger generation is busy with intrigue and deception that is hard to guard against.

As for the protagonist Zhang Chulan, he is an out-and-out urban legend, with bold words - vowing to overthrow the hegemony of the cloud. He is a big shot on campus, and his image as a dandy guy walking his dog on a moonlit night is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

After returning to his apartment, Jin Renfeng immediately locked himself in the room and began to search all the information about Longhu Mountain on the Internet.

"The holy place of Taoism, the Zhengyi sect..."

"The 65th generation leader, Zhang Zhiwei..."

"Internet celebrity, handsome and elegant old leader Zhang Zhiwei..."

"Introduction to the character of Zhang Lingyu, the handsome young master from Mount Longhu..."

"Zhang Lingyu's personal social account..."

"According to experts' predictions, with the arrival of the peak tourist season, the ticket prices for Mount Longhu are expected to rise by at least 20%..."

Browsing the web, Jin Renfeng found a lot of information about Mount Longhu, but not much of it was valuable to him. He focused on searching for words related to the closure of Mount Longhu, and saw that there were no related posts online. As he expected, it seemed that the Luotian Grand Ceremony had not yet begun, which meant that he still had some time to prepare.

The time at this moment is: Tuesday, July 2014, 7.

Closing the laptop, Jin Renfeng sat in the chair and thought about the next step of his training plan.

He will focus on strengthening the cultivation of Yang Shen, and strive to reach the second stage of Yang Shen - the unity of body and spirit - in this urban world as soon as possible.

With the foundation of the first stage, he believed that advancing to the second stage would not be difficult.

In the first stage of Yang Shen, if one wants to truly unleash the power of Yang Shen, the only way is to achieve Yang Shen leaving the body; because the body at this stage is still mortal, it cannot withstand the powerful energy brought by Yang Shen.

Only when one has cultivated to the second stage, achieving the unity of body and spirit, can the power of the Yang God transform one's own body, thus allowing the body to bear the power of the Yang God.

This process is destined to be difficult and long. Only when the physical body is fully adapted and can bear the full power of the Yang God can it enter the third stage of the Yang God - the perfect body and spirit...

In addition, he intends to participate in the upcoming Luotian Grand Ceremony, hoping to obtain the legendary Tongtian Lu, which requires solid offensive means.

Instantly, Jin Renfeng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, realizing that time was running out. He had already determined the main direction of his next practice.

That is - Lightning Thunder Fist.

This is a unique skill from Shi Jian, the senior brother of Maoshan in Uncle Jiu's world. It combines thunder magic and martial arts. Beginners can condense the power of thunder and lightning. When they practice to perfection, they can even mobilize the thunder in the sky as a helper. Jin Renfeng once witnessed the style of the Yangshen Tongling ancestor who created this skill performing the Lightning Thunder Fist. At that time, the ancestor seemed to have turned into thunder, and his every move was like the Thunder God descending to the earth.

This was also the last battle and swan song of Chen Zu of Maoshan.

Jin Renfeng mastered the secret of Lightning Thunder Fist. These techniques came from the training notes left by Chen Zu in Maoshan. Although he had never actually practiced it before, he had already memorized the training method of this unique skill.

In fact, he had studied all kinds of martial arts and Taoist techniques in Maoshan. Just because he had not learned them in the past did not mean that he could not learn them now. However, it was not easy to push the Lightning Thunder Fist to perfection in a short period of time. His body might not be able to withstand such intense training pressure. And to win the Luotian Grand Ceremony held in Longhu Mountain, the Lightning Thunder Fist alone was obviously not enough.

Just think of the contestants:

Wang Ye, the descendant of Fenghou Qimen, a powerful master of magic;

Zhuge Qing, the Wuhou Qimen sorcerer;

Zhang Lingyu, the junior master of Tianshi Mansion;

Zhang Chulan, the protagonist of the story, how could he be weak? Moreover, he also won the championship of Luotian Dajiao in the plot;

Let's talk about Feng Baobao, who is suspected to be an immortal;

Each of them stands out in this city.

The other contestants should not be underestimated either. Among them are many Yang Shen practitioners from Baiyun Temple. He has no idea what the differences are between the Yang Shen methods they practice and the Taoism practiced by Jin Renfeng.

In addition to personal strength, the biggest trump card of a Maoshan Taoist priest is the art of summoning gods.

Jin Renfeng was a Maoshan Taoist priest who had been ordained with the ordination certificate. The ordination certificate had been deeply imprinted in his soul, like a unique mark deep in his soul that could not be completely erased unless he had experienced two or more reincarnations.

This is a privilege of being a Taoist priest ordained by Maoshan.

"I wonder if I can contact the three ancestors in this world." Jin Renfeng muttered in a low voice. Since Maoshan existed in this world, the ancestors must have come here before. If he could contact the three ancestors, it would mean that he could communicate with the three realms of heaven, earth and the underworld.

Find a suitable time to give it a try.

"By the way, it's July now. Although the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar has passed, in Uncle Jiu's world, the gates of hell will not be completely closed until the end of the month." Jin Renfeng's eyes lit up. He could try to explore whether the gates of hell could be opened in this world.

It is better to act than to be moved. On the same day, Jin Renfeng ordered the items needed for setting up the Maoshan altar and performing rituals online. The seller had a state-recognized authentic Maoshan identity and was obviously part of the Maoshan authentic industry chain.

……

At the same time, in a house in Maoshan.

The doors and windows were closed, and a chubby young man in a Taoist robe was sitting in front of a computer, holding a cigarette, with a few empty beer cans and a few bags of peanuts scattered on the table. At this moment, a new notification box suddenly popped up on the screen.