Concentrating on gathering energy, clearing away distracting thoughts, and just waiting to break through the second wooden dummy, there was a burst of rapid and light footsteps on the plank road hanging on the cliff. At this time, unless there is someone visiting, it is unlikely that someone will come.

Disciple Chen Changrui came to report, so he slowly retracted his palms raised in the air, put off the imminent second round of offensive, closed his eyes slightly, and tried to guess who the master was visiting in the evening.

Sure enough, Chen Changrui swayed and floated in. He knelt down on one knee opposite the wooden dummy and said in a deep voice: "Tell Master that a strange young man has come to visit with a letter from Master Yin Jue. Please open it and read it."

After saying that, he stood up slowly, held the letter between his fingers, and poured his true power into it.

In the middle, with a slight throw, the light letter was like a heavy dart, spinning in mid-air and flying past the wooden dummy. It stopped spinning just in front of Master Ran Deng, and fell into his hands like fallen leaves.

The real power is controlled and released just right. If others witness it, they will surely applaud and marvel.

Master Ran Deng opened the letter and read it carefully under the dim oil lamp. He stroked his silver beard with his hand and showed a rare smile on his face. "Haha, a great benefactor has come. It is possible to repair the ancient temple."

Chen Changrui rose up and crossed several rows of wooden dummies to reach the master. He landed silently and said, "Master, who is here? Will you spend three million to rebuild the temple?"

The letters exchanged between the sect leaders are top secret. The master put away the letter paper and stuffed it into the envelope, "The visitor is a modern disciple of the Cao Shen Sect from another world. After being introduced by Master Yin Jue, he is willing to contribute three million. However, the other party hopes that

According to my promise, I will input more than thirty years of true power cultivation."

When Chen Changrui heard this, he had a sad look on his face, fell to his knees with a plop, and warned in a plaintive voice: "Master, you must not do it. You have spent your whole life to finally reach the unparalleled realm of true martial arts, and you have spent thirty years of true martial arts for a strange boy."

If you, the old man, are willing to agree to your cultivation, all the disciples of Dumen will not agree."

The master helped Chen Changrui up and responded calmly: "A cultivator, why should you be so moved for a trivial matter? Changrui, do you still remember the hexagram that the divine fortune teller Mr. Zhang calculated? Master's lifespan is ninety-four years old.

As of now, there are still only five years left, so to speak, in life, there are many things that you will not bring with you in life or in death, including your own

In fact, cultivation is also an illusory thing, which will inevitably dissipate after being buried in the ground. For the sake of the advancement of our sect, not to mention thirty years of cultivation, it does not matter even if we dedicate everything in our life? The master has made up his mind, just look at this young man.

How your understanding is and whether your conduct is dignified can be input to him immediately. Hurry, bring him up and complete everything on the suspended floor."

Chen Changrui was so anxious that he secretly decided to stop his master's energy output, so he jumped over the wooden dummy, exited the suspended building, and reached the broken bridge with a few steps. He concentrated and raised his energy, like a big bird, flying in the sky.

Then he got up, reached the other end of the broken bridge, walked quickly on the plank road into the octagonal building, and instead of going to the living room as the master wanted, he rushed straight to the kitchen in the backyard.

At this time, in the kitchen, all the disciples were sitting around the dining table having dinner. They were all murmuring in their hearts. Who is the distinguished guest that the senior brother deserves to report to during the master's retreat? Seeing Chen Changrui coming in a hurry, they all stood up and asked: "Master.

Senior brother, where does this young man come from? What does the letter say? Does the head of the family want to meet him personally? Is he qualified?"

Chen Changrui replied with a deliberately mournful face: "The letter came from Master Yin Jue from the Taoist clan in Shu. The master did not tell us the origin of this young man. He only said that he was willing to invest three million to repair the ancient temple."

The disciples couldn't help but cheered and shouted one after another:

"Wow, that's great. Several octagonal buildings are crumbling, and the temple has been renovated. We can open the mountain gate to welcome pilgrims and win more offerings. Our hard days are about to end."

"As the leader said, those who practice asceticism must get rid of greed before they can achieve anything. However, in today's society, everything must be supported by financial and material resources."

"Since it is a big happy event, why isn't Senior Brother happy?"

Chen Changrui's face hardened and he sighed, "The young man's investment comes at a price. I ask the leader to output more than thirty years of true power and cultivation according to what he has released."

Master Ran Deng was already a cultivator in the minds of his disciples, and they worshiped him very much. When they heard that the old man had to exert his true power to cultivate, they turned from joy to anger, and they all cursed:

"The person who comes here is probably the son of a profiteer. Alas, the price is too high."

"We will never allow his conspiracy to succeed."

"Even if this ancient temple becomes dilapidated and becomes a ruined building, it is not uncommon for the rich second generation to invest three million in it."

"Don't say three million, don't do it even if it's thirty million. Let's go, let's go and dissuade the leader."

The kitchen suddenly became chaotic, and some disciples began to cry. Chen Changrui took the opportunity to irritate the general and said: "The leader has decided to export his true power to this unknown boy for the sake of Dumen's future. You can do what you want. I have to go and accompany the guests."

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The disciples lost their appetite and threw down their bowls and chopsticks and ran towards the cliff of the back hall. When they got to the hanging wooden building, they knelt in a row and cried loudly: "Master, please come out quickly, we have something to say."

Want to say."

Master Ran Deng waited for a long time before Chen Changrui came up the cliff. When he heard the shouting at the bottom of the cliff, he understood something in his heart. He walked slowly to the lookout window of the Hanging Tower, stuck his head out, and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing, people who cultivate the truth?

Is this something worthy of your crying? Get up quickly, and whoever continues to cry will be punished by Master for three days in solitary confinement!"

The strictness of Dumen's rules has long been famous in Bashu. When the disciples heard this, they were as silent as cries and stopped crying, but none of them refused to get up. "I beg you, master, to preserve your spiritual body and not spend thirty years of your true strength to cultivate for that strange boy."

, if you don’t agree, you won’t be able to kneel down for a long time.”

Besides, Lin Le was received by Chen Changrui, who asked him to wait in the living room for a while and let Master Ran Deng read the letter and reply immediately. However, he waited around and saw no one. At this time, he could hear the commotion in the back hall and was wondering in his heart.

With that, Chen Changrui strode forward

He entered, closed the door of the living room, and said in a low voice: "Brother, master replied, saying that your health has been poor recently, your strength has been exhausted, and you are unable to meet your requirement of thirty years of cultivation. Please come back." After saying this, he held up his arm.

His arms are about to be forcibly sent away.

One of Chen Changrui's hands came into contact with Lin Le, and it felt extremely soft. However, with a little effort, it was as heavy as a lead block. He couldn't break free no matter what, so he had to follow him towards the mountain gate. His thoughts suddenly changed midway. Since Master Yin Jue said this
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