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The Guilu was built by Zhang Yuhai's leaders in China. Later, the Guilu felt that it was about to end, so they disbanded on their own, leaving only one Mage Muhan to defend there and resisted stubbornly.

In addition, I also learned about the Shuangshe Panjian Organization, which was working with Guilu. The main person in charge of that organization was actually a woman. And that woman was Zhang Yuhai's person.

In this way, I roughly see the true ghost hut clearly.

The so-called Guilu should actually be called the Toutuohui. Then, he has contact with another group of overseas foreigners with the Double Snake Panjian.

Toutu will always attract the children of the Jian family who have gone into exile because of such things. They organize these people together and brainwash them in a cult-like manner to drive them. Thus, they do some marginal business overseas and domestically.

In addition, people with wax shells look like an upgraded version of the artificial eye opening.

The real inventor of this method was Zhang Yushan, the boss of the Toutuo Society.

This gain is very big.

Because, through a little bit, I have basically figured out the context of the entire world of great great skills.

The Overlord’s Right Way is a force. The Tou Tuo will be a branch. The so-called Double Snake Pan Sword is just a small group in Europe. Its influence is far less powerful than the Tou Tuo Tuo. Finally, Chen Zheng is another branch.

And now, Chen Zheng has joined Tou Tuo.

This is the basic situation of this great master of martial arts. Chi Dou takes it privately.

After figuring this out, I glanced at Steven, who stared at me motionlessly.

I didn't take his life, I just threw down four words and took care of myself.

Leaving these four words, I led Mr. Kong to continue on the journey of finding people.

After walking dozens of steps, the old man took out a few ginseng and two large pancakes from his body. After we took a bite, the old man took out the gun he found from Steven.

"Foreigners, foreigners, they really dare to do it, they are really not afraid of being punished by God." The old man said with emotion.

I said, “Is there any explanation for this?”

The old man: "I heard from people in the old days that we could do this thing during the Ming Dynasty. Some powerful people have already thought of making this kind of bullet. But our ancestors knew that once this thing was invented, it would trigger a catastrophe related to human civilization, so... "

The old man shook his head and said, "I didn't do it in the old days."

I said, "Yes, Taoist figures are all great people with compassion. If they had done it, they would have been able to do it long ago. But what I fear is that this thing is too unfamiliar to heaven."

Old man: "Little brother, then you think, how can foreigners do these things? Aren't they afraid?"

I smiled. Then, in the words of Mr. Liao Zhiqiu, he said to the old man: "How long has foreigners been civilization been rising? It's just two or three hundred. What about China? Thousands of years! Everything in this world is in cycle. The foreigners' set lasts for at most one or two hundred years. After these or two hundred years, it will be the time when our ancestors' things are truly developed."

Liao Zhiqiu once said a truth.

If heaven wants people to die, they must first make them crazy.

Look at what people are now enjoying the best treatment, using the most abundant material things, but doing the least work, and then they are not satisfied, and who owe us the most money.

Yes, I owe a lot, live a good life, and I will perish sooner or later.

Senior Zhiqiu told me that whether people will live a good life and whether a civilization can develop for a long time depends on the attitude of this civilization towards the world.

If it is just endless choking, plundering resources on the earth.

Then the demise is just around the corner.

After a brief supplement of some food, the old man and I got up and continued to walk forward.

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Kong and I met someone who was the least likely to appear here in this dry rice bowl area.

He is a monk.

In the wind and snow, he wore a very worn monk's robe, carried a yellow pocket on his back, and did not wear a hat on his head. He just walked in the wind and snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

To be honest, when I first saw this person, I even felt dazzled.

Turning his head and looking carefully, I found that I didn't look at the flowers. This was indeed a monk, in his early fifties, with a solemn face, and his steps were very slow in his movements. Except, he did not have any so-called martial arts skills.

He had a power that I couldn't describe, which was a spiritual power similar to that of Senior Duan, who had exerted at the time, as hot as the sun.

A person with a vicious mind and murderous heart will not have such power in his body.

I looked at it from a distance and knew that he was a good person. So, Mr. Kong and I rushed over in a few steps.

When we both walked to the monk.

He was stunned, looked up and looked over and said, "Two donors, why are you here? Hurry, this is not the place you come, go back quickly. Oh... are you lost?"

He asked with concern.

I clasped my fists at the monk: "Master, how dare you ask what you call me?"

The monk moved his fingers and clasped his hands to me, "Jiuhua Mountain, I will explain the truth of Zhuo."

Master Zhu Di!

It's him!

When I first heard the Dharma name of Zhu Di, I was still in Chita. The first time I saw Mr. Dong take action, he subdued the mutant monster made by the Russians, he told several people in Guilu that they would go to find Zhu Di in Jiuhua Mountain, and the latter could transform the pain of their bloodline being controlled by others.

Since then, this monk Zhudi has always appeared in my mind.

I have always imagined what kind of person this mage would be, is he a master of kung fu, or is he proficient in any magic.

Unexpectedly, I actually saw him here today.

It is not surprising that the truth of cumshot appears here.

Mr. Dong and Zhu Di must be friends, and Mr. Dong is currently practicing in this area. There are so many people in this area that they will cause a big deal. Therefore, the old man invited Mr. Zhu Di.

As fate would have passed, I didn’t expect that the powerful figure I heard of in the world a few years ago would appear directly in front of me.

I looked at this clumsy truth carefully, but...

In addition to the powerful spiritual power I just learned from him.

I don't feel anything anymore.

He is now an ordinary person. He looks ordinary and can't be found if he throws it into a pile of monks. His clothes are also ordinary, neither shabby nor beautiful. He is like the monk in the temple photographed in the early 1980s, natural, calm and peaceful. Then he lives in the temple to sweep the fallen leaves, guard the green lamps, and stick to the ancient scrolls, which will last forever...

At this moment, I clasped my fists at Zhu Di and said, "We are martial arts practitioners. This time, a friend is trapped here. Also, Master, I have heard that your name was mentioned by an old man named Dong."

When Zhu Di heard this, he said, "Oh, I remembered it. You should be called Guan Ren. Yes, I later practiced the aisle. Who would you come with? Yes, Master Qi, Master Qi has led you to practice."

I smiled and said, "Yes, senior has taken me for a while."

Zhu Di: "So that's it, what about this person?"

Mr. Kong finally spoke at this time. He walked over with his arms and said, "More than 20 years ago, a fire burned hundreds of kilograms of tobacco leaves that I and Lao Dong received, you are."

Zhu Di smiled and said, "It's not good to smoke, it's not good to smoke. That's really not good. I saw Donor Dong addicted to this thing, so..."

Without saying a word, Mr. Kong picked up his tobacco pot, lit it and smoked it.

Let go of the truth of cumshot, Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha...

I looked at it and said, "Okay, Master, and you, senior, okay, let's go quickly, the snow is getting heavier and heavier."

Mr. Kong snorted, put away the cigarette puddle pot, then pulled the monk we picked up and walked straight ahead.

On the way, I found that Master Zhu Di was really an ordinary person.

In addition, the temperament he showed was also a completely ordinary person.

He seemed to have no extremely high attainments like Zong Kui.

But this is just a manifestation.

It's really just an appearance, because soon I realized the ability of Zhu Di.

I walked for about thirty minutes.

Then Zhu Di talked about it. He answered a call from Mr. Dong. The old man said it very clearly on the phone, and only told him to come here to save people and save people.

Without saying a word, he put down the phone and took the train to the northeast.

After inquiring all the way, he walked here and saw us.

At this moment, we were walking back and forth along a pile of big stones that looked like stonehenge. Suddenly, Zhu Di pointed his finger in front and said, "Hey, look, is there a person there?"

Nowadays, perception is no longer useful here.

I seemed to have entered the cave full of large copper bells in Qinling Mountains again, and I felt nothing. Therefore, after saying this, I looked up and found that under a stone more than twenty meters away, it seemed that I was leaning against a human-shaped thing.

The snow was very heavy, and the man's body was covered.

I looked at it from a distance and was about to go over when Mr. Kong pulled out his gun, and fled over with a whoosh.

As soon as Zhu Di saw the gun, he shook his head and recited the Buddha's name again.

And at this time, I also touched it with the old man.

When he got closer, the old man had already peeled off the snow from this man.

In a blink of an eye, he stretched out his fingers and put them under the man's nostril to try, and then he said, "It seems that he is still angry."

I looked at the man, and I could probably tell from his clothes and face that he did not look like he was from another place, but rather he was a local.

"Senior, do you know him?"
To be continued...