This morning, Zhao Zhu drove to an old urban area, where old apartment buildings were densely built, with narrow alleys crisscrossing between the buildings. This is another face of the city.

  Zhao Zhu sat in the car, holding a bowl of soy milk and a small steamer basket, eating while watching the situation in the alleyway in front of him. Within half an hour, four or five luxury cars had driven up, and the people inside got out to take a look before hanging their heads in disappointment and driving away. Zhao Zhu understood that these rich people were here to burn incense.

  That's right, in the small alley there is a small temple, as small as an ordinary residential house, with no statues inside, only a few scrolls of paintings, not many monks, only one old monk, the old monk has lost one eye, limping on one leg, likes to wear a worn-out kasaya and beat a worn-out wooden fish while reciting sutras.

  These were all told to Zhao Zhu by his mother, and can be considered as rumors within a certain circle. Because in the alley, there is actually no temple, only a garbage dump, and around the garbage dump, there are only flies coming and going.

  However, some people really went in and found the temple, and under the leadership of the lame blind monk, they burned incense. This included Zhao Zhu's mother, but burning incense here was not very effective either.

  Zhao Zhu's mother had said that some people who were lucky enough to find this temple and burn incense with her were not doing well now, some were being investigated, some had gone bankrupt in business, but people in this circle still wanted to go burn incense, and the vast majority of them couldn't find the place because they didn't know when it would appear in this alley.

  Obviously, this temple is not very spiritual, but its ethereal and elusive state and form of expression have attracted a large number of upper-class people.

  After finishing breakfast, Zhao Zhu took out a box from the car, inside which was Bu Zhen Shi. Chen Hong had already been dismembered by Zhao Zhu and express-delivered back to Liaoning, but Chen Hong's Bu Zhen Shi remained with Zhao Zhu.

  It's true that Zhao Zhu couldn't set up a particularly powerful formation, because he didn't have the foundation for it in the first place. However, based on the blueprint provided by Zhu Jianping, he could still manage to set up a simple directional formation without any issues. After all, Zhao Zhu's spiritual power had already been strengthened to some extent, and his abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people.

  As the crowd around him thinned out, Zhao Zhu took the box and got off the car, standing at the entrance of the alley. He took out the stones from inside and arranged them one by one, very slowly and carefully. It seemed as if he was replaying a game of Go, lost in thought. After about a quarter of an hour, Zhao Zhu finished arranging the stones and stood in their center, feeling slightly dizzy. Once he overcame this sensation, he looked into the alley again and indeed saw the gate of a temple. He walked straight towards it, stopping in front of a wooden door with yellow curtains hanging from it, and gently knocked on the door.

  After a long time, no one came to answer the door. Zhao Zhu peeled open a piece of chewing gum and put it in his mouth, chewed twice, then kicked the door open with one foot. The door was not locked, because there was no need to lock it. No one could enter without the consent of the owner inside.

  As he walked into the house, Zhao Zhu saw three incense sticks emitting a fragrant smoke. In the courtyard, there were more than ten hand-painted scrolls hanging on the walls, depicting various Buddhas, Guanyin, and other arhats. Behind the courtyard was a small hut.

  As Zhao Zhu continued to walk in, a lame and blind old monk wearing tattered robes came out from inside. Although the old monk was indeed disabled, his movements had an unusual air of elegance, which paradoxically made his physical disability create an aura of being favored by heaven. In this day and age, if you don't have some kind of physical defect, it's embarrassing to call yourself a superior being.

  "Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, to meet is to have affinity. You can see our temple and also see me, a poor monk, proving that there is indeed an affinity between you and me."

  The old monk spoke with a loud and clear voice, his tone was thick and gave people a sense of trust.

  However, Zhao Zhu directly pulled out a handgun and aimed it at the old monk's forehead, coldly saying: "Get out of here, you crippled have-good-fortune. You set up this broken obstacle method here, and then regularly let some wealthy people come in to offer incense money. Don't think I don't know about these tricks."

  "Benefactor, what do you mean by this?"

  "What's going on? You didn't open your eyes wide today, but I still walked in, that's the best proof."

  "Alas..." The old monk sighed, "I didn't expect to meet a fellow practitioner."

  "I don't want to have any dealings with you, and we don't have any relationship anyway. My purpose here is very simple: aren't you looking for money? I'll give you money, and you can sell me everything you have on hand." Zhao Zhu said.

  "Benefactor, no, no, absolutely not." The old monk said with a mournful face: "This is the food that poor monk eats."

  "I'll give you money."

  "But... this..."

  "Alright, I won't make it difficult for you." Zhao Zhu's tone softened, "But can you sell one or two pieces to me?"

  "This is easy to say, easy to say." The old monk also let out a long sigh.

  But at this moment, a gunshot rang out, and an old monk's eyebrow had an extra bullet hole, and the whole person's face still had an unbelievable expression as he fell backwards.

  Zhao Zhu put away his gun and walked directly into the room. The room was simply furnished with a grass mat and an earthenware pot, but there was a wooden chest in the corner that caught his eye. Zhao Zhu walked up to it and opened it, revealing only a few scrolls of scriptures, a bell, and a compass. The compass was still moving, and when Zhao Zhu picked it up, he felt like he was holding a lead weight, it was so heavy.

  Zhao Zhu took out his mobile phone and dialed a number to call Zhu Jianping, but the other party didn't answer. Zhao Zhu then changed to call Xiong Zhiqi, who picked up quickly:

  "Hey, Zhao Ge, what's up? Have you found that temple?"

  "Found it, Zhu Jianping's formation diagram is quite useful."

  "Oh, did you see the bald donkey in there?"

  "I was killed by him."

  "Damn it, Zhao Ge, you've been getting more and more ruthless lately. In the real world, you're killing people without even batting an eyelid, it's like you're taking lives as if they were mere grains of rice."

  "Stop beating around the bush, where is Zhu Jianping?"

  "He's gone to school."

  "Go to school?"

  "Yeah, isn't he still in middle school? He went back to school today, probably thinking about some female classmate or his own female teacher again, wanting to play out a campus romance A~V."

  "Never mind, he's not here, you come to the address I told you this morning."

  "Huh, Zhao Ge, what do you want me to do? You've already killed that monk, just take a look and bring back whatever catches your eye. Anyway, it's not like there'll be anything extraordinary in a place like that. At most, it'll just be some ancient trinkets worth a few dozen or hundred points in the group exchange, nothing more. These days, real goods and good stuff are hard to come by outside."

  "The problem is I don't know what's good and what's trash anymore, hurry up and come over, I'm waiting for you."

  "Oh... alright, I'm coming."

  Zhao Zhu hung up the phone, walked around the room, and suddenly felt a bit thirsty. He looked at the water jug in the room, but it only had some tea dregs left. He licked his lips, and Zhao Zhu prepared to go outside to find something to drink. At worst, he could go back to his car to get some water. As he walked out of the house, just as he was about to walk out of the gate, he suddenly froze. He turned around, looking towards the yard behind him, as if there was something not quite right...

  What's wrong?

  Zhao Zhu furrowed his brow in thought, and suddenly, his eyes snapped open as he finally realized what was off!

  Where's the corpse?

  Where's the corpse?

  Where did the old monk's corpse go?

  Zhao Zhu ran back to the center of the courtyard, he clearly remembered that he had shot and killed the old monk with one bullet, and then the body was left in the courtyard like this, he didn't even bother to clean up or take care of it.

  "What's going on...where did he go?"

  At this moment, Zhao Zhu's gaze suddenly fell on a painting in front of him. This was one of the many paintings hanging in the courtyard. In the painting, Zhao Zhu saw a young man wearing light blue jeans and a black shirt standing in a courtyard, looking around hesitantly. Outside the courtyard in the painting, it was pitch black, but it seemed as if there were many hidden eyes peeking out from the darkness, giving off an eerie atmosphere.

  The person in this painting is clearly Zhao Zhu himself!