"My name is Chen Zong, and I am a staff member of the Security Bureau." The middle-aged man led the test. He was dark-skinned, tall and firm, and looked very capable. Behind him was a young man in his twenties with an ordinary appearance and gave people a sense of honesty.

Yuan Xing looked at the big Chinese national emblem above, looked at the other party for a moment before nodding and letting the person into the room: "Please come in, two donors."

Chen Zong was actually observing Yuanxing. Compared with the photos I saw before, the monk in front of him had no hair and his appearance was not much different from five years ago. He was just too young, but the edges and corners of his eyebrows were much softer than those in the past, and he looked like he looked compassionate and peaceful. Is this the so-called appearance arising from the heart? He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It came so fast, Yuanxing was also admiring in his heart. After he realized that he could not escape the official sight, he no longer hid his traces, but he could not have thought that the other party would investigate him in such a short time.

Why do you say that? Is there anyone who came to visit me before 6 o'clock in the morning? Isn't it because the other party figured out his daily routine? I knew that this was the free time after morning class, and I don't know how to do it. I didn't notice my spiritual sense at all, which is really amazing.

This is a standard single room. The room is not big, it is simply furnished, but it is particularly neat and clean.

Yuan Xing moved two chairs to the edge of the bed, called them to sit down, and then sat cross-legged on the bed, feeling relaxed and comfortable.

"Didn't you disturb your rest?" Chen Zongxian spoke.

Yuan Xing glanced faintly at the young man who took out the recorder behind him: "Mencius practices diligently and improves, and getting up early has become a habit. How can he disturb him?" After pausing, he clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, Qin Kong has long forgotten the common name, and there is no such person in the world. There is only a monk named Yuan Xing."

Nodded, Chen Zong asked routinely: "Don't you know where Master Yuanxing practices in the treasure temple?"

"A small temple in the mountains and fields is not worthy of the name." Yuan Xing replied lightly without even raising his eyelids.

"Oh? It's not called Amitabha Temple?" Chen Zong was puzzled.

"No..." Yuan Xing narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

"You have been a monk for five years. Why do you have to hide it from your parents and just bear to see them sad?"

The fate is silent and sighs, but he is silent.

"This time my master went down the mountain, why didn't he stay at home and spend more time with his relatives, but instead came to the Demon City?"

Yuan Xing looked up at the other person, but he still clasped his eyes and said nothing.

"Does the master go down the mountain to do things?"

Yuan Xing nodded, with a smile on his face, and he still clasped his head without saying a word.

"Will you go back to the mountain?"

Yuan Xing finally put down his palms, his smile calmed down, and said seriously: "Things went well, I'll be back in a few months."

"When will the master return to the world after he goes back?" Chen Zong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw that he finally spoke.

Yuan Xing turned his head and looked out the window. Because it was hot, the window was open. The demon city had woken up early. At this time, there was already noise coming in. He slowly said, "Just go with the flow."

Chen Zong was silent for a while and suddenly asked again: "Did you know Ms. Sang Mengyu before?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it before." Yuan Xing smiled again on his face, still faint.

"So that's the case..." Chen Zong frowned, knowing that he might not be able to ask anything again. After a while, he said: "Can we get some of your blood?"

"Yes." Yuan Xing stretched out his left hand.

Chen Zong glanced at the tattoo on the inside of his wrist and waved. The young man behind him took the blood-taking tool from his cross bag.

But when there was a problem when blood collection, the young man tried hard, but the needle could not penetrate Yuanxing's finger skin. After saying something offended, he changed his ears, and the same was true. Even the needle was broken, and the skin on the ears was not broken, and the blood sample was still not collected.

At this time, Chen Zong and the others couldn't help but gasp, and a hint of horror flashed in their eyes. Is this still a human?

Yuan Xing kept lowering his eyelids, as if he could not see the embarrassment of the other two. He smiled and said, "I will do it myself." As he said that, he took the new blood collection needle handed over by the young man, and easily took the blood from his fingertips.

At this time, Chen Zong reluctantly put away his shocked look, said hello and took the people away.

Yuan Xing sent the two out of the room, and after the door was closed, he immediately breathed a long sigh of relief. Although he had just responded calmly, he looked like a Taoist monk, but in fact he felt more tired than reading the scriptures for a day.

I turned around and suddenly saw the notebook on the table. Well, I was just doing it. I haven't given it to others yet, but after thinking about it, I shook my head and wait, it's better, it's not the time yet...

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"It's all over?" Chen Zong and the others left the hotel silently. After getting in the car, the young man said in a depressed manner.

"That's good. Compared to Sang Mengyu, who is unknown, this monk named Yuanxing can be considered a 'person'. Observing his past trajectory and words and deeds, he still has a sense of belonging to the country." Chen Zong looked smiling: "Isn't he going to stay for a few months? The future is long."

"Section Chief, who do you think these people are? Sang Mengyu showed his saint in front of him and walked on the water. This monk Yuanxing is really powerful. He has trained himself to the point of being invulnerable to swords and guns. Is this the legendary golden bell cover iron cloth shirt?"

"Maybe, it's really amazing to reach this level in just five years. I don't know which one is better than Sang Mengyu." Chen Zong raised his eyebrows.

"There are nothing good for these people. They don't appear during the war, but they all emerged at this time." The young man curled his lips.

"Who can tell you this kind of thing? I hope this monk has a good temper!" Chen Zong suddenly sighed.

"I think this monk is easy to talk to!" the young man was puzzled.

Chen Zong snorted: "Who did you think the blood collection show was for? Not..." But before he finished speaking, the harsh ringtone of the phone in his arms came out. He frowned and answered it, then his face changed drastically, and he quickly started the car.

"What, what's wrong?"

"There is something wrong with Sang Mengyu." Chen Zong said with a grimace and gritted his teeth: "A group of shameless traitors touched Dou Zi'ang..."

"What?" The young man's voice changed in shock.

"I notify my colleagues who are watching here, so I must keep an eye on the monk and never let him go out and cause trouble." After saying this, the car driven by Chen Zong passed out like an arrow...

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Yuan Xing cleaned himself up. The monk's robe was washed clean yesterday and the shoes were replaced with new ones.

Since you are going to negotiate with a master, you have to pay attention to the image of Buddhism, right?

I hope there will be no trouble today. He silently recited the sentence and went downstairs with a stick.

Well? Why do we need weapons when negotiating? At least when we are beaten...Ah! It’s hard to say that it’s good to have a good negotiation. We have magical powers and don’t be timid.

When he went downstairs, he saw a group of people surrounding a computer. The discussion was quite fierce and messy. Yuan Xing could only hear sentences such as the great martial arts woman. He moved his heart and leaned forward, but when he saw the picture on the computer screen, he wanted to slap himself.

At this moment, he began to suspect that he had the potential to be a crow's mouth. Or maybe he accidentally opened his mouth when he was practicing consecration? And the procedure must be wrong, otherwise what he said would be good and bad.
Chapter completed!