Chapter 635

The healthy development of Jinxiu Hehua also gives solemn a taste of the benefits of capital operation. No wonder the rich people in the world are getting richer and richer, because their money has been used to make money, and they have basically seized all the resources, but the rest can only get a share.

This is also the fundamental source of the gap between the rich and the poor.

"If you are poor, you will be good at yourself; if you are successful, you will help the whole world. It seems that in the future, the world can only rely on people like me who can help the world at the same time. " With a solemn and sad sigh, I am worried about the future of the world. After all, one's ability is limited.

Just when Zhuang Zhongzhuang was worried about the people, Kaiyuan Building welcomed a distinguished guest.

The guest turned out to be Mr. Wen Zhongshi, the boss of Kaiyuan Group, who went downstairs to welcome him.

You know, the whole Xiangjiang is qualified to let Wen Zhongshi welcome no more than 50 people downstairs. It's really curious that this man should be treated so politely by his boss.

It's just that the man was very strange. From getting off the car to going upstairs, he was covered in black clothes all the way, making people unable to see his face clearly.

Bang, the door of Wen Zhongshi's office is closed. Even Wen Zhongshi's favorite secretary is driven out by Wen Zhongshi. Only Wen Zhongshi and the man in black are left in the office.

"Master Basong, if only you had come. Did you foresee the death of Awang long ago?" Wen Zhongshi asked cautiously.

Hearing this, the man in black untied his black clothes and took off his hat pocket, revealing a face that had dried up into bark.

Hearing that Zhongshi just took a look, he was scared to shiver and didn't dare to take a second look.

"What? Are you afraid of me? " Basong Yin measurement with a smile, asked Wen Zhongshi.

Hearing that Zhongshi shook his head in a hurry, he said, "no, master Basong is practicing the Dharma of kuchan, which is quite Buddhist."

I heard the flattery of Zhongshi.

"Do you know the method of kuchan?" Basong looked sideways and asked.

"I know a little bit, but it's only skin fur. I don't dare to show off in front of the master."

"Oh... The method of dry Zen is actually called dry wood Zen. There is a case in the five Lantern Festival in China. An old woman built a Mao nunnery to support a monk for 20 years. Usually, a 28 year old lady brought food to serve the monk. Once, the old woman said to the woman, "when you deliver the meal, hold him and try his practice."

When the woman delivered the meal, she hugged the monk and asked him how he felt. The monk said: the dead wood leans on the cold rock, and there is no warmth in three winters!

On hearing this, the old woman said angrily, "what I've provided for in the past 20 years is just a layman! So she drove the monk away and burned the Maoan with a fire.

In fact, the monk has been practicing to the point of "dead wood leaning on cold rock". He is heartless and has no desire. However, the woman still denounces him as a layman because he can die but not live. There is a saying of great death in Zen. Only when the delusion is eliminated, can we show the magical effect of sincerity and live a great life after great death. If you can only die but not live, it's just a vulgar man. The ultimate meaning of the dead wood Zen is the spring of the dead wood. "

Basong seemed to be in the mood, and explained the dead wood Zen to Wen Zhongshi in detail.

Although hearing that Zhongshi was impatient, he did not dare to show it at all. He could only pretend to listen with great interest.

"The killing sword and the living sword are two sides of the dead wood Zen. Killing must be a sword, but the living is a sword. He who kills must live; He who lives must kill. A knife and a sword can kill and live, so it can be used to show the truth. Therefore, the dead wood Zen is not to be ignorant and dead, but to be at ease by stopping the delusion and restoring the vivid self nature

Basong explained another passage. This time, the Zen theory was more profound, which made Wen Zhongshi unable to understand.

"You're not listening to me." Suddenly, Basong opened his eyes and looked at Wen Zhongshi.

This one eye immediately let Wen Zhongshi's soul fly out of the sky, but he knew Ba song's means, and he started to kill when he didn't agree. This time, he was angry!

"Master, I'm listening, I'm listening..." hearing Zhongshi flustered.

"You can't lie to me. However, the reason why I told you that is just to tell you that although a Wang once learned the technique of lowering his head under my door, he is not my disciple. So the death of a Wang, that is, he is not good at learning, is a murder knife. He didn't master the living sword. It's his life. If you want me to do something for you with this reason, I advise you to die. " Bassoon said slowly.

When I heard the words of the middle ages, I was in a cold sweat.

Bassoon guessed his mind, but he was still ready.

So Wen Zhongshi gently opened the drawer of his desk and pushed an envelope to Basong.

"Master, I don't mean anything else. I just want to tell you about ah Wang's death. In addition, this is a little sesame oil money I gave you. Please accept it. "

Basong took a cold look at Wen Zhongshi. After a long time, he took over the envelope and opened it. There is a check in it. The number on the check is not many, not many, six million.

After seeing the figure, Basong nodded slowly: "I'll take your mind. Speak to me straightforwardly in the future. Don't beat around the bush. I don't like your Chinese style."

Hearing that, Zhongshi said quickly: "yes, yes, I dare not show off my mind in front of the master any more. It's like this. Before, a Wang helped me deal with a person, but as a result, a Wang died in the hands of that person. I can't swallow this breath. At the same time, I want to avenge Wang. So ask the master to help me

"Oh? It's OK to kill Wang. By the way, did the monk skin beast horn drum that Wang asked me to leave also be taken away by that man? "

"Yes, master."

"Well, since you dare to take my Basong's things, you should have the consciousness of death. Come on, what's the man's name? What do you want to do with him? Is it to torture him, or to die as soon as possible? " Basong asked with a flash in his eyes.

"Of course, she was tortured!" Hearing that Zhongshi thought of Chen Moyan, he could not help gnashing his teeth.

"Well, the most painful thing is to watch your relatives die. You can get me their hair or blood before dark, and I will let you get it." Bassoon nodded and said.

He also likes to hear about the choice of Zhongshi, because a check is only the price of a person, and the price of killing a family must be much higher.

"Master, please rest assured that I will send it to you in the evening!" Hearing that Zhongshi nodded and bowed, he sent away Basong.

Then he called and issued an order to his subordinates.

Chen Moyan's mother Chen Yi is shopping in the square of Causeway Bay. There are two bodyguards not far behind her, which Chen Moyan arranged to protect Chen Yi.

Chen Yi looked at the counters one by one and didn't find what she liked. In fact, she didn't come to shop, she just came to relax.

Walking around the corner of a counter, suddenly a woman passed by Chen Yi and fell to the ground.

When she fell, the woman put her hand on Chen Yi's shoulder and then fell down.

This action is very normal. When people fall down, they all want to stop. It's understandable that women choose Chen Yi beside them.

"Are you all right, miss? Shall I take you to the hospital? " Chen Yi quickly picked up the woman.

"It's OK. It's OK. I just twisted my foot. Thank you. My husband is waiting for me in front of me. Don't bother you The woman struggled to her feet and limped away.

Chen Yi also took it as an ordinary matter and didn't pay attention to it.

But she didn't notice that when the woman fell just now, she pulled a hair off Chen Yi's head.

In the evening, the hair was sent to bassoon's residence.

Bassoon took his hair and looked at it. Then he put it away and said to Wen Zhongshi, "go back first. I'll do it in the evening so that her mother can have an unforgettable night."

I can only say goodbye when I hear about Zhongshi.

Later, it was at night that Ba song picked up Chen Yi's hair. After reading a passage of Thai, he suddenly took a bottle of muddy liquid from his body and poured it on his hair.

Then bassoon shook his hair and it burned. Basong grinned and threw his burning hair into the big mirror of the hotel.

I saw the hair as if it was invisible, but it went through the mirror and disappeared.

"Good night, I hope this mirror will give you a good dream." Bassoon said softly, pale as a dead bark.