Zhuang Zhou came back to his senses and felt his heart move. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he muttered to himself,"As expected, after seeing how emotions are produced, I learned how to resonate with my emotions and make them stronger.”
This was the so-called consciousness.
He could enter the country at any time and place.
However, he was not in a hurry to break through.
With his extremely high comprehension, he understood the principle that 'the beginning of Dao starts from the human heart, moves from the heart of things, and is formed from the Qi of form'.
He had obtained the most important " law ", which was the so-called essence.
From now on, it was easy for him to immerse himself in an event or an atmosphere, which would produce a different kind of emotion.
This was also why he would observe the process of this feeling.
Now, if he wanted to, he could completely integrate this concept into his attack.
But in the end, he did not do so.
Because he had too many choices now.
As long as he wanted to, his fist intent could be ever-changing, and so could his path.
However, he only wanted the strongest and most suitable one.
Therefore, he wanted to fuse a supreme concept.
Therefore, Zhuang Zhou only remembered this scene in his heart and did not integrate it into his martial arts.
Compared to the supreme Great Dao he wanted, this feeling was simply a drop in the ocean.
Zhuang Zhou suppressed the realization in his heart and walked into the hotel.
"Sir, do you have an invitation?”
At the door, a student asked respectfully.
Zhuang Zhou turned to look at his disciple.
The student was wearing a uniform similar to the British navy. He noticed Zhuang Zhou's gaze.
Zhuang Zhou looked like an ordinary young man. Other than his long hair, there was nothing special about him. How could he be frightened by his glance?
"Sir, a master of Shaolin Temple has booked this area today and is preparing to hold a banquet. Anyone who wants to attend the banquet must have an invitation card from Shaolin Temple. The banquet has already started for half an hour. If you have an invitation card, please show it and I will let you in. If you don't have an invitation card, please leave.”
"I don't have an invitation."
When the disciple heard this, his expression did not change, as if he had expected it. However, just as he was about to speak, a hint of fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Zhuang Zhou gently slapped him. He felt his entire body go numb, and even his tongue went numb. He stood motionless like a statue.
Then, Zhuang Zhou swaggered in.
"Shaolin Monastery monks?"
However, his main target was not the monks of Shaolin Temple.
His only target was a young man with the surname Peng.
It was this person who sent four gunmen to assassinate him after he challenged nine boxing gyms.
His name was Peng Delin, the young master of a large group in Xiangjiang City. The leader of this large group used to be a member of the Green Gang in Xiangjiang City. Later, he changed his business and became famous. However, he was still a veteran who had been in the underworld for decades.
The karate dojo that Zhuang Zhou destroyed was part of this group. However, with the family's background, it was definitely not as simple as just doing karate business.
Karate gyms and underground boxing arenas were inextricably linked.
The duel between Zhuang Zhou and the karate club had caused the karate club to lose face. It had also caused the karate club's value in the underground boxing arena to plummet. Within a day, the karate club had lost tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars.
Therefore, Peng Delin, who came from an underworld family, naturally would not let Zhuang Zhou off. That night, he sent out four assassins. In the end, the four assassins were beaten half to death. Even if they did not die, they would become permanently disabled.
In addition, Zhuang Zhou had defeated 45 people by himself and swept the entire Xiangjiang City. This made the Peng family realize that they could not afford to offend Zhuang Zhou and did not dare to act rashly.
But Zhuang Zhou did not forget.
Previously, when someone wanted to kill him, he didn't care because he didn't have the time. However, this didn't mean that he could pretend that nothing had happened.
'Since I'm leaving Xiangjiang City, let's end this.'
Chen Aiyang had already found out Peng Delin's whereabouts for him.
He had attended a celebration banquet held by the Shaolin Temple on the mainland.
It was said that the Shaolin Temple had raised 800 million Hong Kong dollars from the major consortiums in Xiangjiang City this time. Their purpose was to expand the influence of the Shaolin Temple to the whole world and build a huge business empire.
Zhuang Zhou clearly remembered that if there were no accidents, Shaolin Temple would be listed in two years.
To be able to turn a religious temple into a business group and successfully go public, people had to admire the white and fat monk Shi Hengxin.
But all of this had nothing to do with Zhuang Zhou.
When he walked into the hall, it was already filled with people.
At this moment, a voice came from the microphone.
"All the benefactors here are kind-hearted believers of Shaolin Temple. This poor monk thanks you for your belief in Buddhism. This donation in Xiangjiang City will definitely raise the belief in Buddhism to a higher level. Amitabha.”
A white-faced monk in a red monk robe stood in the middle of the hall. He smiled and held a microphone as he thanked many successful people present.
It was clearly a business cooperation, but so many Buddhist terms came out of the monk's mouth. It was simply like a chicken crowing and a duck crowing.
From what they said, it seemed that these merchants were all invested by them. They were enlightened and converted to Buddhism.
This monk was eloquent and his attainments in business were not inferior to the elites in the workplace at all.
It was no wonder that in recent years, the minimum educational requirement for Shaolin Monastery to recruit monks was 985 and above.
However, these people seemed to be very satisfied. After all, this was a very good business cooperation.
"This Penniless Monk is a monk, so I'll replace wine with tea. Congratulations on becoming Shaolin's believers.”
As he spoke, the fat monk held up a cup of tea and faced the six people in front of him.
The six people were one of the six major shareholders of Shaolin Temple in Xiangjiang City, including Peng's Group.
Peng Delin revealed a smile on his face as he raised his wine cup towards the fat monk.
The investment in Shaolin Temple this time was personally instructed by his father, but he came personally. It was obvious that he had begun to train him in all aspects and wanted him to inherit the family business as soon as possible.
The sound of wine glasses clinking could be heard.
The atmosphere in the hall was very harmonious.
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