48 Dongjiang Road.
After leaving the Donghai Police Station, Zhang Haoran comforted Han Yuting, who was waiting anxiously outside, and then returned.
Compared to accompanying a beautiful woman, he had more important things to do at this moment.
As for Song Shijie's death and how to deal with the two policemen who died in the police station, since the special forces were here, did Zhang Haoran need to worry?
There was also Song Changfeng. Because of the government's involvement in the investigation and the Han family's delivery of materials, he had been completely pulled down.
Song Changfeng's problems were definitely not few. His glorious life could be said to have come to an end.
The one who ended his career and even his life was none other than his beloved son.
Of course, it was also because he had looked down on others and offended someone he should not have offended!
"Wang Jin, you were badly injured in the battle with Song Shijie. Go and rest. In the future, I will teach you some cultivation techniques to help you transcend the Ghost Dao as soon as possible.”
When Wang Jin heard this, he immediately beamed with joy and said,"Thank you, Immortal Elder."
Zhang Haoran smiled slightly." You don't have to thank me. You deserve it. If you hadn't risked your life to entangle Song Shijie's malicious ghost today, I wouldn't have had the time to draw a spiritual talisman to subdue him."”
Wang Jin was greatly touched by Zhang Haoran's words. His eyes reddened as he said," How dare I take credit for it? I just want to follow you, follow your leadership, and love you…"
When Zhang Haoran heard this, he thought to himself, What kind of nonsense is this? How did a ghost from the Republic of China learn all this? He hurriedly shouted,"Alright, I understand your intentions. Go and cultivate.”
"Yes, yes." Wang Jin was submissive. With a flash, he disappeared.
Zhang Haoran was very envious of him.
"When I can have this ability, that will be awesome.”
Sitting cross-legged in meditation, Zhang Haoran sank his spirit into the mud sea.
Tonight's battle with the malicious ghost Song Shijie, Zhang Haoran could be said to have escaped from the gates of hell. However, this was not without benefits for him.
For example, when he sank his consciousness into the mud sea, he discovered that the Tianyi Dao Inheritance Spiritual Platform floating above the mud sea had miraculously upgraded.
Although he had yet to reach Level 3, he had at least reached Level 2.5. Through this small upgrade, Zhang Haoran found that his cultivation journey had opened a new chapter-physiognomy!
"Divination?" Zhang Haoran muttered curiously," Could it be that I'm fortune-telling? Although this is something from Taoism, what use is it to me, the inheritor of a orthodoxy? Could it be that I don't have to go to school in the future and just set up a stall under the bridge to tell people's fortunes?"”
Weng!
As soon as Zhang Haoran finished speaking, a green light flashed from the orthodoxy spiritual altar. Immediately after, some things appeared in his mind. These were all knowledge related to physiognomy.
Zhang Haoran nodded slightly as he absorbed the new content.
Yes, as a qualified inheritor of a orthodoxy, a comprehensive knowledge reserve and superb strength were essential.
In order to fulfill these two conditions, there were four indispensable elements: law, wealth, and land.
Dharma referred to cultivation techniques, wealth referred to money, and partner referred to cultivation partners. Earth pointed to the training hall.
Zhang Haoran did not lack cultivation techniques because the orthodoxy spiritual altar could provide them to him.
He also had a training hall at 48 Dongjiang Road. It was an excellent location with a spirit vein underground. It could be said to be blessed by nature.
As for cultivation partners, when the word appeared in Zhang Haoran's mind, the first person he thought of was Han Yuting.
"Perhaps one day, I'll have to drag her into the legacy system of Tianyi Dao.”
The only thing Zhang Haoran lacked was wealth.
Taoists needed wealth, not for money, but to use it to buy all kinds of treasures.
If it were Zhang Haoran, then what he needed was the materials needed to draw all kinds of talismans. These were all things that could only be obtained with money.
With physiognomy, Zhang Haoran could obtain rich profits through formal channels to assist his cultivation.
"The orthodoxy spiritual altar is really humane. It even thought of this for me.”
After ending his meditation, Zhang Haoran's consciousness returned to his body. He stood up with a smile and muttered to himself.
A cold wind flashed, and Wang Jin appeared beside Zhang Haoran.
Seeing Zhang Haoran so happy, Wang Jin cupped his hands and said,""Congratulations, Immortal Elder, on your great improvement in cultivation!"
"Oh?" Zhang Haoran looked at Wang Jin curiously and said,""How do you know that my cultivation has improved greatly?”
" I..." Wang Jin was embarrassed and muttered,""I don't know. I just saw that you were so happy, so…so…"
Wang Jin had a big belly and was charmingly naive. At this moment, because of Zhang Haoran's words, his face turned red and he was submissive, but it was even more funny.
Zhang Haoran waved his hand. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly thought of something, so he changed the topic and asked,"Wang Jin, remember when I first came here, you said that there were a few antiques in your collection here?”
"Yes."
" Understood!" Wang Jin replied. With a wave of his right hand, two ancient paintings appeared in his hand.
Zhang Haoran had seen these two paintings before. The Hundred Birds Painting and the Shrimp Playing in the Water Painting were both F-grade antiques with a market price of around 40,000 to 50,000 yuan.
Zhang Haoran took the two paintings and weighed them in his hands. He said to Wang Jin,"I want to exchange it for money to buy materials to draw talismans to help me cultivate. However, I promise you that in the future, I will definitely exchange cultivation techniques with you.”
Wang Jin said earnestly," It was already the greatest grace for me to spare my life. Moreover, I'm already a ghost now. What's the use of these ordinary things?"”
Hearing these words, Zhang Haoran was also rather emotional in his heart. He did not expect that his benevolence back then would actually take in such a loyal subordinate.
The night was silent.
The next morning, Zhang Haoran woke up early.
He no longer needed to go to school. After practicing the Qi Condensation Art for a period of time, he packed the two ancient paintings and put them in his bag. Then, he went straight to the nearby antique market.
With the experience of buying talisman materials last time, this time, Zhang Haoran went straight to those shops that were not very big and were in remote areas.
After trying two or three shops, Zhang Haoran found that the prices given by these shopkeepers were relatively low.
According to the market price, the two ancient paintings in his hands should be worth 40,000 to 50,000 yuan. However, none of the previous shopkeepers had offered more than 10,000 yuan. The highest price was only 6,000 yuan.
"Looks like you're treating me like a club!" Zhang Haoran muttered as he walked forward.
Soon, he arrived in front of an antique shop called Ming Bao Zhai.
The front door of the Ming Bao Zhai was not very big, only allowing two people to enter side by side. However, the flowers and plants in front of the Ming Bao Zhai were quite elegant.
"The owner of this antique shop must be a knowledgeable person. Why don't you go in and give it a try?”
Zhang Haoran lifted his feet and walked inside. As soon as he entered Ming Bao Zhai, a man had already walked up to him.
The man was about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old and was half a head shorter than Zhang Haoran. He had a rich face and a smile on his face. However, there was a trace of worry between his brows.
"Hello, I'm Ming Bao Zhai's shopkeeper, Feng Jin Chu. May I know how to address this little brother?”
One sentence closed the distance between him and Zhang Haoran.
"Shopkeeper Feng is too polite. My name is Zhang Haoran.”
The two of them exchanged a few pleasantries. After they sat down, Feng Jinchu took the lead and said,"Brother Zhang, what do you need from my store?”
Zhang Haoran took his bag and took out two ancient paintings that were already wrapped. He spread them out in front of Feng Jinchu and smiled."Selling paintings!"
Feng Jinchu looked surprised and immediately shouted,"Shengzi, bring me my glasses!”
After putting on his glasses and watching the Hundred Birds Painting and the Shrimp Playing in the Water Painting, Feng Jinchu said to Zhang Haoran,""Little brother, these two paintings of yours are authentic, but their value is not very high.”
"Yes!" Zhang Haoran nodded slightly. He didn't expect Feng Jinchu to be so frank.
"I don't know if you've been to other shops before, but I'm sure that if you go, they'll only offer you this amount and not more!”As he spoke, Feng Jinchu stretched out his right hand and made a six.
Zhang Haoran nodded again and waited for Feng Jinchu to name his price.
"To be honest, according to the market price, each of your paintings can be sold for 50,000 dollars at most. I'll take 45,000 from you.”
After Feng Jinchu finished speaking, he took off his glasses and spread his hands, waiting for Zhang Haoran's reply.
"Sell it!"
"Good!"
Feng Jinchu stood up and was about to ask the shop assistant to take the painting when Zhang Haoran suddenly stopped him and said,"Wait!"
Feng Jinchu thought that Zhang Haoran was going to go back on his word. He frowned and said,"What's wrong?"
"Can I ask Shopkeeper Feng why he gave me such a high price?”Zhang Haoran said with a smile.
As soon as he said this, a trace of worry once again crept up between Feng Jinchu's eyebrows.
Feng Jinchu gestured for Zhang Haoran to sit down and muttered,""To be honest, this Feng is doing this to accumulate virtue and do good deeds.”
"Oh?" Zhang Haoran still didn't quite understand.
Feng Jinchu explained further," I'm almost forty years old, but I don't have any children. Besides, sigh!"”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Haoran could not help but frown.
As soon as he entered the door, he noticed Feng Jinchu's face. He had many children and many blessings. He looked like a noble.
Logically speaking, with his appearance, he should not be childless at this age. What was going on?
Thinking of this, Zhang Haoran came to a realization and muttered,"No wonder his face is a little dark. At first, I thought it was because the shop was dark. Now that I think about it, it should be bad luck. But this is too strange. Where did the bad luck come from?”
"Brother Zhang, I'm sorry. This is something that bothers me. I shouldn't have told you.”
Since the other party had already said so, after all, it was the first time they met. Zhang Haoran did not say anything else. He stood up and took the check from the waiter's hand and put it in his pocket. Then, he said goodbye and left.
If they were fated, they would meet again.
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