"Young Master, it's not a big deal for you to stop practicing. Listen to the advice of the third grandma, now that the energy of heaven and earth has returned, wouldn't it be a waste of this if you don't practice..."

In the car, the originally harmonious atmosphere immediately became a little cold as the old woman said this.

Chen Qianlin's face was a little dark, and she turned her head and looked out the car window, quietly ecstatic.

"Young Master, you..."

"According to the tradition of the sect, I should have the freedom to choose my own path in my life," Chen Qianlin said softly, with a light in his eyes. "We are all ordinary people, and in the future I just want to be an ordinary person, find someone who is also not practicing to get married and have children, have a simple job that can support me, and hope to be free from illness or disaster for the rest of my life... This is good."

"Young Sect Master, are you still minding what happened back then? The Sect Master is also having trouble."

"Send me back to school, Grandma Three. Don't persuade me about this. I'm having a good time now." Chen Qianlin smiled gently.

"Oh," the old woman sighed helplessly, and did not dare to persuade her. She could only remind her: "I'm afraid there will be some noise here tonight. If you stay in school, don't leave the dormitory casually. We will also protect you in secret."

"Don't protect me, I'll just not go out in the dormitory," Chen Qianlin thought for a while, "If possible, please help me take care of my junior. He saved me a few years ago. He just killed an evil cultivator from the Five Gods Cult, and may attract revenge on the other party."

The old woman looked embarrassed and frowned and said, "Young Master, by the rules, we cannot participate in the dispute between these Taoist sects and monks."

Chen Qianlin nodded calmly, "It's fine if I haven't said it."

The female driver who was driving smiled and joked: "But if it is our young master's sweetheart, then that's the exception."

"Stop!" the old woman scolded, "It's really unruly to say such jokes with the young master!"

The female driver made a depressed expression and drove attentively.

Chen Qianlin explained helplessly: "She is just a joke. I am just a little grateful to him. And I said that I just want to find an ordinary person to get married and go through this life."

The old woman whispered: "Young Master, if you really want to do this, why not walk on the path of cultivation and then live in seclusion outside the world and be a couple of immortals who are envied by gods. Isn't that beautiful?"

"It's not beautiful," Chen Qianlin rolled his eyes and snorted softly, "Three Grandma, I'll get off the car immediately after mentioning this."

"No, no, the third grandma finally came out of seclusion. It has been three years since I saw you, but I can't bear to leave."

Although Chen Qianlin denied it, there was still a little thought in the eyes of the "Three Grandma".

Chen Qianlin captured the third grandma's gaze, but said nothing, holding her chin to look at the city street view outside the car window.

I don’t know why I am out of my mind, nor where I think.

...

Today is destined to be a day that will be remembered and deliberately avoided.

The martial arts auction is held at midnight.

As soon as night fell, the city gradually became quiet.

At nine o'clock in the evening, police cars began to park at all major intersections in the city. Near various important buildings, a large number of soldiers wearing camouflage combat uniforms could be seen sitting on the ground, without saying a word, like clay sculptures.

A monk who had been walking around in the city two days ago disappeared collectively at this time, but there seemed to be a stream of force hidden everywhere, and was about to move.

The "Secret Talisman of the Heavenly Master" by the Dragon and Tiger Mountain is open for auction, and hundreds of copies will be auctioned, which undoubtedly gave all the monks who came for this matter a shot of a heart-warming agent.

The practice of Taoism emphasizes the Dharma and wealth, and Dharma is the basis of everything. Even if the "Secret Talisman of the Heavenly Master" auctioned this time does not have the third volume, it is quite attractive to many Taoist inheritances that lack practice.

No matter whether the monks are taking the right path or the evil path, no one can refuse a "top-level" Taoist inheritance technique that is clearly marked and is not particularly expensive.

So much so that at noon, after the auction spread the news that hundreds of copies of the "Secret Book of Heavenly Masters" were reported, in just half a day, countless practitioners who learned the news and entered this prosperous cross-river city through various channels.

At ten o'clock in the evening, at the temporary garrison of the special investigation team, hundreds of Longhu Mountain monks wearing Taoist robes entered the convoy waiting outside.

Among them, more than twenty Taoist priests from the second generation and more than eighty disciples from the third generation, all of whom are profound Taoism and have achieved success in talismans.

When these monks of Longhu Mountain set off by car and rushed to several places where the most likely holy fire persons tonight appeared, more than a dozen old Taoist masters wearing various Taoist robes walked out slowly.

There are several Taoist masters from Longhu Mountain who were invited to assist the boxing masters from Longhu Mountain, and several Taoist seniors invited by the special investigation team.

These Daoye also got on several buses and rushed towards the reservation location.

Once the Holy Fireman designates the auction location, no matter where he is, he must ensure that several masters can arrive as soon as possible and then quickly control the situation.

In this station, Chi Ling and several middle-aged officers in military uniforms sat in the general dispatch room. On the large screens displayed in the dispatch room, scenes in various parts of the city were constantly flashed.

The dispatch room is a bit stuffy, and hundreds of computer hosts consume a lot of power every minute.

Dozens of technical jobs are guarding computer screens everywhere, paying attention to the dynamics of the Internet without saying a word.

The closest to Chi Ling are more than a dozen young girls similar to "customer service". They are responsible for gathering the messages sent by all parties, reporting them to the team leader as soon as possible, and conveying the team leader's instructions to each team in a timely manner.

"The lane priests have begun to enter the preset area, and the emergency lanes have been cleared on all main roads."

"The team leader, fifteen helicopters, and six rescue helicopters have been arranged."

"The team leader, there is no situation in all streets. The key suspects that the area has been closed and no server signals have been detected."

"Team leader, the firewalls of the internal computer networks of enterprises in this city have been checked. It is very troublesome for the other party to hack the firewalls of any enterprise. Moreover, we have prepared for mandatory temporary power outages on these servers when necessary, but some backup circuits are still hidden dangers."

With the sound of brisk reports, Chi Ling kept making replies and instructions, and her whole body looked like a high-speed machine.

But as time approached twelve o'clock every minute, Chi Ling gradually became a little impatient.

She always felt that she seemed to have overlooked certain details, some of the most important details that she could not notice for a moment.

"Notify all departments that as soon as the person who is the Holy Fire appears, he will be killed immediately."

"yes."

Leaning back on the seat, Chi Ling rubbed her forehead. The middle-aged men and women sitting next to her didn't say anything, but were just waiting quietly for Chi Ling's orders.

At this time, the members of the special combat readiness team distributed throughout the city were only heard of the mobilization of these few officers.

What exactly is missing?

If the other party wants to auction martial arts by building a local area network, it must achieve several elements: server, terminal, and network connection.

The overseas team hired by the Fireman is most likely to achieve this by hacking into an existing internal network. This is the conclusion drawn by the investigation team after several meetings.

A middle-aged officer asked in a deep voice: "Chi Ling Team Leader, is it possible that the other party is deliberately attracting our attention? The real auction is held elsewhere? Or the transaction is conducted directly by email?"

"The several insiders we arranged have paid the money and were determined by the other party as interested buyers. They reasonably cannot tell whether the buyer is ours. The information they convey is temporarily credible..."

Chi Ling shook her head gently, "Judged from the current situation, the Holy Fire Master intends to bring many monks together, otherwise there will be no such offline auction."

"What is his purpose?"

"There is never a shortage of madmen and psychopathic criminals in this world," Chi Ling picked up her arms, her voice still as calm as usual. "This kind of self-righteous saint is actually just an overwhelming public interest, and is just a selfish and self-intoxicating psychopath."

Several officers nodded and did not continue to answer the conversation.

After the arrangements were made in various places, the report gradually became quieter, and the atmosphere in the general dispatch room became more and more dull.

The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building.

In all corners of the city, pairs of eyes stare at the increasingly 'clean' streets.

I don’t know how many people were guarding the phone, guarding the text message that would arrive in an hour.

If you remit money to overseas bank accounts through various means and reach the other party’s requested amount, you will leave your own contact information.

As long as they successfully hand over the basic skills they prepared tonight, they have a high probability of changing back to the top two volumes of the top-level martial art "The Secret of the Heavenly Master".

In a relatively remote parking lot, a young man sat in the driver's seat and kept observing the surroundings, while the three Taoist priests quietly closed their eyes and rested.

"Uncle Master, what if the six skills we have prepared are not enough? Since it is an auction, someone will definitely increase the price."

"If it's not enough, just ask someone to borrow a few copies."

The young man was stunned, "Look for someone to lend it? Who will lend it to us? Don't you..."

After a pause, he saw the sneer passing by his uncle's mouth in the passenger seat beside him, and immediately understood the meaning of his uncle's words.

Not enough, just grab it.

...

Municipal Hospital Hospital Inpatient Area, a single room.

Wang Sheng sat on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. Although he could not cross his legs at this time, it still could not affect his practice.

In order to recover as soon as possible, Wang Sheng has begun to forge the bones of his calves and feet. At this time, he no longer needs to be cast, but he still cannot go downstairs and walk around at will.

Mou Yue, who should have been very busy tonight, asked him Wang Sheng’s blessing to sit aside and read a beauty magazine;

However, Daniu was a little restless and kept reading the news in the action team group, worried about the possible situation in the future.

"What time is it?"

Wang Sheng suddenly asked, and before Mou Yue could answer, he had already opened his eyes.

Time on the wall clock is 11:15.

Mou Yue whispered: "The auction is only forty-five minutes, but Master Wang, you are now rest assured to recover from your injuries and don't worry about these things."

"Well," Wang Sheng nodded calmly. He didn't want to worry about it at all.

I just hope that there will be no large-scale bloodshed tonight and that the monks' future living environment will not be affected.

The big bull said beside him: "Master Wang, I'll help you peel an orange? Look, I'm still idle now. Can you give me some tricks of fist and foot skills?"

Wang Sheng was about to respond with a smile, but the big bull was already rubbing his hands and walking towards this side. Mou Yueqiao rolled her eyes.

Buzz —

Wang Sheng's cell phone vibrated, and a strange number was displayed on it, but after Wang Sheng chose to connect, a familiar and choked voice came...
Chapter completed!