Qian Sihai came out from the back of the Pita bread soaked in Lamb Soup snack stand, knelt on the ground, and bowed respectfully to Taoist Wuwei for three times: "Your help to me this time is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. I don't know how to repay you. Where is your Wenshi Temple? I would like to donate all my property to help you build Wenshi Temple into the largest and most luxurious temple in China. Let LaoZi's reputation spread to the world."

Qian Sihai is sincere, and this kindness is indeed even heavier than the Himalayas. He wants to repay Taoist Priest Wuwei from the bottom of his heart.

"You don't have to be too polite. Mr. Qian, get up quickly," Taoist Priest Wuwei strode forward and lifted Qian Sihai up. "I happened to save you this time to avenge Yin Shanwang's family. So you don't have to thank me too much."

Qian Sihai said, "If I don't repay you for your great kindness to me, I will feel uneasy all my life. I want to donate money to repair the Wenshi Temple and let everyone in the world know your heroic deeds."

Taoist Priest Wuwei smiled and said, "There is a saying in our Taoism that when we give favors to others, we do not seek their rewards for us. Wenshi Temple is the birthplace of Taoist thought. I am a taoist, and you want to decorate the place where I live in luxury and comfort, which will not help my cultivation. If you have the heart to be grateful to me, I will inform you when I need help in the future."

After Taoist Wuwei finished speaking, he turned around and strode away, disappearing into the dark alley. Only that lantern still emits warm light, illuminating the few dead bodies on the ground.

Qian Sihai sat in the car and took back his thoughts. Last month, a little girl came to Qian family Manor at night and handed a letter to the bodyguard at the gate, asking the bodyguard to bring it to him. Qian Sihai gave it to Zhao Jie without even looking at it. Not everyone writes letters that he needs to read personally. Zhao Jie opened the letter and read it for him, feeling puzzled. When Zhao Jie looked back, he was greatly surprised. He saw Qian Sihai snatching the letter paper, his hands trembling, and he couldn't help being excited.

The letter contained a few short sentences:

I am Taoist Priest Wuwei, and I have a little disciple. His home is in Lijia Village. His parents live in poverty, please take care of them according to your ability.

The signature is a simple brush painting. In the painting, there is an iron pot, two benches, and a small square table.

This led to Qian Sihai's personal visit to Li Changsheng's parents in Lijia Village.

Zhao Jie drove all the way west, past the gate of the Qian Family Manor, but didn't go directly in. Instead, he took a detour to the back door of the manor. This is a private manor built on Wolong Mountain. The rear door of the manor was guarded by guards. When the car reached the rear door, two guards ran out of the gatehouse. Although it was the boss's car, they checked the passengers through the window and bowed before opening the rear door.

The manor was very large. After the car climbed a small hill along the mountain road, they saw a parking lot surrounded by lawn and green bamboo. Before the car stopped steadily, Qian Sihai pushed the door open and ran out. Zhao Jie parked his car and followed him along the flagstone path. A winding path leads to seclusion, bypassing several green pines and cypresses, and a small courtyard with yellow walls and blue tiles appears before them, which is very quiet and elegant. Qian Sihai likes quiet, which is where he lives in the back garden of the manor.

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Entering the courtyard is an antique wooden two-story building, which looks quaint and elegant, quiet and clean.

Qian Sihai ran into the small building and without any delay picked up his brush. Then he drove quickly to the stationery store again. He hurried up to the second floor, and when he saw Li Changsheng sitting by the window sipping tea leisurely, he was relieved. Qian Sihai walked over and placed the pen box on the tea table. "This is the brush made of the tail hair of the Arctic Wolf King that I treasure. If you can be satisfied with it, it will be my honor."

Qian Sihai felt a bit nervous and worried that Li Changsheng would be disappointed again. Li Changsheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he picked up the Qian Sihai private collection and looked at it carefully. The snowy white brush head is indeed made of the tail hair of an Arctic wolf. He inputs energy into the brush through the palm of his hand, and the hair on the brush bristles. Each hair is uniformly stressed and has the same thickness. Even the brush holder is made of pure and delicate Hotan Jade with white luster. The silver coins in his pocket are not enough just for the value of this brush holder.

Li Changsheng smiled and nodded, saying:"This brush is not bad, it's better than the one I've used before! How much is its price, please?"

Qian Sihai felt relieved and said, "Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone are tools used by scholars to record excellent ideas, and their value cannot be measured by money. I am just a businessman who buys low and sells high. This brush is just a collection in my family, and it cannot play its value. Only when it meets someone who understands it, it meets its true owner. This brush should belong to you, and I don't charge for it!"

Li Changsheng laughed.This boss had an extraordinary vision and mind. He was really smart and interesting. Li Changsheng is no longer insisting on giving him money. Qian Sihai also brought the best Duan inkstone from the stationery store, wrapped it with rice paper and turpentine ink, and gave it to him.

After receiving these four items, Li Changsheng stood up and said to Qian Sihai, "If it's convenient, please let your granddaughter and driver leave here. I need to be here alone with you for a while."

After Qian Sihai's granddaughter and Zhao Jie went downstairs, Li Changsheng extended three fingers with both hands and placed them on Qian Sihai's two wrists. His diagnosis was the same as when he first saw Qian Sihai. So he quickly stopped the diagnosis. Li Changsheng closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before saying: "The kung fu you have been practicing is incorrect in some aspects. The energy in your body belongs to golden energy, and only exists in the kidneys. I guess you are practicing an ancient form of breathing kung fu. Because this kung fu only collects the golden energy of the sun. According to the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, golden energy does not exist alone, and it requires the same quantity black energy to continue to grow. Therefore, your body does not have black energy Nourishing, your meridians begin to weaken and atrophy until they are completely occluded. I feel that your meridians have shrunk for two years, and many places have been blocked. If you can't use black energy to nourish and dredge, I think you'll die within two years."

Qian Sihai felt incredibly shocked when he heard the words. The rise of the Qian family in Shangluo, southern Shaanxi, was due to the inadvertent acquisition by one of their ancestors of a incomplete Tibetan Buddhist Kung Fu three hundred years ago. The first half of this set of Kung Fu was fine. After practicing, the whole family felt warm and comfortable, with sufficient energy and much increased strength. However, when practicing the second half of the exercise, the more mistakes and loopholes in this kung fu, the easier it is to make harm. The forefathers of the Qian family in all generations have suffered from sudden hemiplegia or sudden illness and death after the age of 50. This became the family's magic spell and top secret. After the age of fifty, Qian Sihai was also extremely unwell and stopped practicing this set of martial arts. Only then could he live to seventy years old.

"Please be merciful and generous, sir. My descendants and grandchildren of the Qian family will never forget their great kindness." Qian Sihai stood up and lifted the hem of his gown, about to kneel down. He is old enough not to care about his own health, but Qian Sihai cannot but pay attention to the future health and prosperity of his family's descendants.

Li Changsheng reached out to stop him from kneeling and asked curiously, "Your surname is Qian? What is the relationship between Qian Sihai, the owner of the manor opposite this stationery store, and you?"

Qian Sihai clasped his fists in front of his chest and saluted, "I am Qian Sihai. Welcome to my house as a guest."