First, you recharge 600 yuan to purchase mining tools.

Thanks to the mutated town for being kind, this is not expensive. One gold coin for mine hoe, one 5 gold coin for bomb, and one 10 gold coin for red explosives.

So Wang Yi turned into a transformation and bought 20 explosive packs, 10 bombs, and dozens of mine hoes at once, so he could dig hard.

There is no way. When the time for orders and trains and planes of small town residents cannot be extended, Wang Yi can only use cheap crystals dug out of the mine to ensure that the order is completed as soon as possible and earn favorability.

After finally digging out a few more gems, Wang Yi turned into a transformation and chose to accelerate the circulation of the town market. He then bought enough goods and building materials needed for the large train from several small trains. After providing them to the large train, he sent away the small train, expanded another piece of land, and built a second forging workshop.

After all, the consumption of recharge and buying mining tools is still much cheaper than the salary of the waiters in the town market. After doing all this, Wang Yi turned into a flash and returned to the imperial capital, lying in bed, pretending to sleep.

...

The imperial capital, Bucheng Street, Xicheng District, and the Chinese Buddhist Association.

In a quiet room with scented sandalwood, an old monk wearing a big red cassock was sitting cross-legged in the pit with a frown, looking at a document spread on the old wooden table in front of him.

Another middle-aged man in a short-sleeved shirt stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, revealing a faint sense of authority on his body.

After a while, the old monk sighed and looked up at him: "You donor, the news is indeed. Shaolin has confirmed that Wang Yi is enlightened and manifested in their Sutra Pavilion."

"Then why, don't you report to our headquarters immediately? You should know the seriousness of this matter!" The middle-aged man stared at him calmly.

I want to report, but I didn’t expect your eyeliner to be so fast!

The old monk in red complained in his heart, but on the surface he still did not dare to offend this religious official, so he could only try his best to excuse himself: "The incarnation is extraordinary. We cannot make a conclusion before we have determined whether there is a second person to condense the incarnation. Perhaps, this is Wang Yi's extraordinary talent? Throughout the ages, there have been Buddha lights, and Buddha statues have also appeared when they are consecrated, but this incarnation has never appeared since the Tang Dynasty. We must be cautious."

"I don't care about so much. I just want to know whether Shaolin Temple is really sure that Wang Yi really realized it in their Sutra Pavilion, not before?" The middle-aged man no longer kept calm, but stared at the monk in red.

The monk in red hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Shaolin Temple has indeed emphasized this with a focus.

Moreover, he didn't believe that without the massive amount of Sutra Library to help, a young man who was less than thirty years old and had never learned Buddhism before would have realized the supernatural powers of being an external incarnation!

This kid may have Buddha nature, but if you want to be enlightened, you must need a special place.

The Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple is indeed such a place with a special aura. The white marble reclining Buddha is not an ordinary statue.

The middle-aged man was satisfied and stared at the monk in red again and asked: "Okay, since he can condense the first one, he can condense the second one, right?"

This time, the monk in red put his hands together: "Amitabha, I dare not speak nonsense about this. If the donor wants to know, please go and ask him directly."

"Don't worry about this. If you ask, he will ask too." The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said to himself: "He sent his incarnation to do things in the imperial capital. Obviously, he is not afraid of exposure, so we will not be too harsh on him. Today, I just want to inform the people of your association that you should not hide such important news in the future."

He knocked on the table contemptuously again: "It can't be hidden, either."

The old monk in red lowered his eyes and suppressed his helplessness: "Mr. You are too worried. We monks have never thought of lying others, nor dare to lie to others."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "I hope you can do what you say. Okay, I'll go back first. If you have new news about this Wang Yi, be sure to report it as soon as possible!"

The old monk in red did not say anything, but slowly stood up from the pit and tied his palms to him.

The middle-aged man walked out of the association's door and got on a red flag car that had been waiting outside.

After the driver drove slowly, he turned left and right into the main road. After passing several intersections, he turned right and entered a quiet community. He stopped and got out of the car.

The Hongqi car was driving, and the middle-aged man walked into the community on his own, entered the entrance of the first high-rise unit building, opened the access control, got on the elevator, and then pointed the closed door of a house with fingerprints. After lit up the soft lights in the house, closed the door, changed shoes, entered the study, closed the door, and then dialed a number using the confidential phone on the table.

When the other party answered, the middle-aged man said respectfully: "Minister, I have gone to the Buddhist Association and confirmed to Huitong that the Shaolin side had reported Wang Yi's incarnation, but the association suppressed it on the grounds that this was an occasional incident and did not report it. I have scolded Huitong. Look, Wang Yi's side...?"

Soon, when he heard the reply from the phone, the middle-aged man was slightly stunned: "Don't move him for now? Let him develop? Why?"

I don’t know what the other party on the phone said again, and the middle-aged man quickly became relaxed: “Okay, I only observe and not disturb. As long as he doesn’t do anything trouble, I will go to him after the next martial arts conference.”

However, the next session will have to wait two years later.

It seems that this stalking task can be put aside first.

...

The next morning, it was less than six o'clock, in the family building of the July 1st Machinery Factory in Deshui City, Wang Yi got up from the bed in high spirits.

When he walked to the quiet living room, he saw that his parents' bedroom was still closed, and he had obviously not got up yet. Wang Yi smiled and quickly opened a car restaurant from the large Happy Town, ordered fragrant brown egg lean meat porridge and fragrant rice noodle, and then made some fresh milk from the warehouse inventory.

As soon as he was put on the arrangement, Nie Xiaoli walked out of the bedroom while yawning and preparing to make breakfast. When she saw Wang Yi, she suddenly asked unexpectedly: "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

"Practice martial arts, get up early." Wang Yi smiled and said, "Come on your teeth and try my loving breakfast."

"You?" Nie Xiaoli was completely sleepy and walked to the dining table in surprise and looked at the steaming porridge and flour. She immediately made her happy: "Okay! Why, I'm addicted to learning to make snacks, and now I'm starting to learn to make breakfast?"

"I'm afraid that the portion you made is not enough for me to eat." Wang Yi deliberately teased his mother.
Chapter completed!