"Sir, but don't have enough chips?" Du Zhen frowned, according to what he thought, Jiang Que would agree to this trip, but he never expected that it would be such a result in the end.

Jiang Que shook his head and sneered, "No, it's not a matter of chips!" ”

To be a neutral person, there may be a chance to benefit on both sides, but if you are partial to one side, it is not necessarily, this grievance between Shaolin and the people of the world is not a grudge with him, there is no need to get involved - even if Shaolin promises a Buddha position.

The Buddha seat that condenses incense and luck, Shaolin is also willing to give it, but unfortunately Jiang Que doesn't want it.

In the end, he said indifferently: "Okay, monk, go back, the affairs between you are between you, and I will not get involved." ”

Without waiting for Monk Duzhen to react, he pushed the person out, and after closing the door, he didn't feel lost after thinking about it, "Shaolin has a calculating heart, but unfortunately the Buddha position is not what I want." ”

He will break through the innate realm by himself, so he doesn't need it.

Du Zhen wanted to use him as a gunman to fight against the Jianghu people in the town, so as to reduce the pressure on Shaolin and achieve the goal of reopening the mountain gate.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was another knock on the door, "Don't you still want to leave, but unfortunately I won't change my mind." ”

Jiang Que opened the door and was about to say a word or two, but saw the white-haired Hong Qigong appear in front of him, "Qigong, why are you here?" ”

At this point, according to modern time, it has been more than ten o'clock, can they still teach the exercises when they come to him?

"Boy Jiang, aren't you going to invite us in and sit down?" Hong Qigong smiled slightly, and teased at Jiang Que.

"Qigong, please!"

Jiang Que smiled bitterly, and hurriedly invited Hong Qigong next to him in, "It's so late, Qigong, do you have anything to do?" ”

By the way, looking behind Qigong, a few guys dressed as Taoist priests looked very low-key, the kind that would not splash when placed in the crowd, if he hadn't come in with Hong Qigong, he wouldn't have noticed.

"Come, I'll introduce you to a few friends!" Hong Qigong spoke, then pointed to several Taoist priests next to him, and said, "They are all from the Heavenly Master Sect of Longhu Mountain, the Zhengyi Sect, and the Taiping Dao and other Taoist sects. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Que was stunned, "This is interesting, I'm just a petty official, I don't need to be so popular, right?" ”

Zhengyi, Longhu, these are all the pillars of the Daomen, not to mention that the Taiping Sect has been handed down since the Eastern Han Dynasty, and they are all big sects that preach the world.

Shaking his head secretly, "It seems that their intention is not so pure, and they are dragging Qigong here, presumably the intention is not small." ”

He kind of understands that these people don't take him to heart in waves.

However, Hong Qigong still had to deal with it, so he said lightly: "Qigong, you can have a cup of tea first, don't worry." ”

In fact, his heart is like a mirror, these people don't mean to drink when they come here, but these people don't say anything else, they don't say much, they just entertain them.

In the end, after three rounds of tea, Jiang Que still talked about what he didn't have, and he didn't say anything if others didn't say it, so he wasn't embarrassed for a while.

Hong Qigong couldn't help but blush, and suddenly said: "Jiang boy, you also know that whether it is the Zhengyi Sect or the Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master Sect, in fact, you need to preach the world, and the desire for incense and luck is more luxurious than anyone else, not to mention that the confrontation between the Taoist Gate and the Buddhist Gate has been there over the years, so I want to use your strength to help suppress the Shaolin Temple!" ”

After he finished speaking, several old Taoist priests next to him looked at Jiang Que and continued to add: "Lord Jiang, don't worry, we will never let you make a fool of yourself, just mention any conditions!" ”

These Taoist priests are very casual, and they always have to give some benefits when they ask people to help, and they understand this truth better than anyone else.

Jiang Que suddenly smiled and said, "In this way, I want all the collections of all the Dao collections of each of your Daomen, including scriptures and classics, as well as the exercises you have cultivated, as well as some inherited things, if you give it to me, you will help with this!" ”

After all, if he wants to suppress Shaolin, it is not a good thing.

Originally, according to Jiang Que's plan, he directly refused, but suddenly thought that there was a Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the Buddhist Gate, and there should be some unknown secret books in the major sects of that sect, if these secret books could be fused, maybe it would make the Nine Grades Dao Gong go to the next level.

It's just that his condition really startled the old Taoist priests brought by Hong Qigong, and one of them laughed and said: "Lord Jiang, you are joking, this joke is not funny at all, you should know what all the secret books and inheritances in the First Sect represent." ”

Even the inheritance has been lost, they are no longer them, and it is not even cost-effective to pay such a painful price for Shaolin, how can the things accumulated by the ancestors after hundreds or thousands of years be handed over like this?

This is impossible!

The other person could also laugh and say: "Lord Jiang's appetite is really big enough, Poor Dao can call the shots to give you some martial arts cheats and pills refined from medicinal materials, as for the Taoist secret collection, then forget it." ”

If even the secret treasure is gone, Taoism is not Taoism.

Hong Qigong, as an intermediary, was very embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "Everyone, things are easy to discuss, why make such a fuss, we ......"

When he wanted to say something, he was interrupted by Jiang Que, "Okay, Qigong, you brought the person, and I agreed if you wanted me to help, you must know that Shaolin also came to me before but didn't agree, this time I put forward conditions but you didn't want to, you can't blame me." ”

Just said that the conditions were mentioned casually, but after he put the conditions forward, he repented, what kind of thing is this?

Secretly shaking his head, it didn't matter to him.

At this time, one of the old Taoist priests sneered: "Lord Jiang, you are afraid that you will slaughter all our Daomen families as wronged leaders, but it's a pity that we are not." ”

Jiang Que showed coldness on his face, and then said lightly: "I just put forward my conditions, as for whether you want to accept it or not, it is the choice of your Daomen, I also know that you were valued by the official family a few decades ago, so what kind of Shenxiao Sect still looks very magnificent, but that was decades ago, not now." ”

It doesn't matter if you want it or not, anyway, after Shaolin reopened the mountain gate, the first thing to be affected was the Daomen, and it was the major sects on the rivers and lakes, not his Imperial City Division.

"Jiang Que, you ......"

Those old Daoists were angry, and their faces quickly became ugly, with the news they got - if the Daomen did not get help, they were afraid that it would be difficult to suppress Shaolin, and this time it would be worth the loss.

"Even if it's for the justice of the world, you ......"

Before the man finished speaking, Jiang Que interrupted coldly, "Shut up for me, justice in the world is a fart, can you wait for it to be arguable!"

What does it have to do with me? ”