"Zhuang Lin, even if I can't afford to take those two spiritual medicines, I'll give up on this matter." Zheng Zhongyan shook his head and still did not give the answer Zhuang Lin wanted.

Zhuang Lin's brows became even tighter. Even Zheng Zhongyan, a person who is taboo in Chinese politics, was afraid of those with big backgrounds. It seemed that these two hundred-year-old elixirs were very popular.

"Uncle Zheng, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know the importance of it. I just want to know who that person is. As the owner of the spiritual medicine, do I have no right to do this?" Although he knew that the person's identity would definitely be very unusual, Zhuang Lin still spoke to Zheng Zhongyan again.

He could no longer ask for those two spiritual medicines, but as he said, as the owner of the spiritual medicine, his spiritual medicine was taken by someone, at least he had the right to know who the person who took his spiritual medicine was.

There is no such reason in this world that he takes other people's things, does not pay or say anything, and does not say a word, so that his master will not know his name.

Seeing Zhuang Lin with a firm attitude, Zheng Zhongyan frowned, and a hint of unhappiness appeared on his face. He was obviously a little blamed for Zhuang Lin's willfulness. However, his expression fell into Zhuang Lin's eyes, which made Zhuang Lin feel cold.

Seeing Zheng Zhongyan's face showing anger, Zhuang Xuanfei and Tang Dongjun who were sitting beside him couldn't help but feel anxious. Both of them looked at Zhuang Lin and secretly signaled to him, indicating that he would not be entangled anymore.

However, at this time, Zhuang Lin ignored their hints at all, sat there straight, with his eyes quietly looking at Zheng Zhongyan, waiting for his reply.

"Zhuang Lin, I'm also doing this for your own good. That person is not something you can mess with." After a long time, Zheng Zhongyan spoke slowly and said to Zhuang Lin as calmly as possible.

When Zhuang Lin heard Zheng Zhongyan's reply again, he was completely disappointed. He sneered in his heart, and there was no more respect in his eyes when he looked at Zheng Zhongyan.

He leaned on the chair, his head slightly tilted, his right hand half clenched his fist, and his thumb rhythmically hit the curved index finger joint. A deep luster flashed in his bright eyes.

"Zhuang Lin, I also know that those two hundred-year-old elixirs are precious, but no matter how precious they are, they are still external things. You still have a bright future. There is no need to offend some people who cannot afford to offend for this external thing." Looking at Zhuang Lin in contemplation, Zheng Zhongyan spoke again to persuade Zhuang Lin.

However, his words fell into Zhuang Lin's ears, but they completely aroused Zhuang Lin's anger.

He took his things for no reason and refused to ask himself. If he asked himself, he would get angry. I am afraid that even a monk who is transcendent and ordinary people would not be so domineering or so unreasonable.

Although Zhuang Lin doesn't like to proactively cause trouble, he is never afraid of trouble. No matter who the other party is, since he treats him as a soft persimmon, don't blame him for not giving him a face.

"Governor Zheng, this is a bit too domineering to take other people's things, and others can't even say something or ask. This seems a bit too domineering." He narrowed his eyes, looked at Zheng Zhongyan, and said coldly.

Although Uncle Zheng and Governor Zheng are both the same person, the two completely different names have caused cracks in their already fragile relationships.

"Zhuang Lin, you have difficulties in fighting uncles, so don't ask anymore, okay?" Seeing that the scene was about to fall into a deadlock, Zhuang Xuanfei finally couldn't help it, looked at Zhuang Lin and persuaded him.

At this time, Zheng Zhongyan's face was unstable and he felt a little angry that Zhuang Lin was ignorant. Although he guessed that Zhuang Lin might be a little resistant, he did not expect that Zhuang Lin would be so stubborn and would not give in at all.

As a senior official in the ruling area, he naturally has his own arrogance. Even if Zhuang Lin entered the peak and defeated the Qin family, in his eyes, he was always just a junior. Being able to take the initiative to make peace can be considered as giving him face.

But now, Zhuang Lin not only did not appreciate it, but instead made him blame him for his reproach. This made him very angry. However, with Tang Dongjun and Zhuang Xuanfei present, he was not able to get angry, so he had to suppress his anger.

"Okay, since you want to know who took your spiritual medicine, I will tell you." Zheng Zhongyan said coldly, holding back the anger in his heart.

"The one who took away your spiritual medicine was a worshiper in the dragon gate."

Gantry!

Zhuang Lin's pupils contracted slightly, and a surprising luster appeared in his eyes. This department that has always been unrecognized by the Chinese government actually exists! In this way, in the mundane world, there are monks serving the government.

From the literal meaning of worship, we can see that these people are not subordinate to the government, but are equal cooperative relations. The government gives them the resources they want, and they contribute their efforts when the government needs them.

Judging from the spiritual medicines he obtained from the corpses of those monks before, there was no shortage of spiritual medicines in the secret realm. This century-old acquired spiritual medicine is probably difficult to enter the eyes of the monks. Logically speaking, the offerings from the Dragon Gate would not have reduced their identity for the sake of the two acquired spiritual medicines.

"The Longmen worshipers are all monks who are beyond transcendence. How could a person like them reduce his identity for the sake of two acquired elixirs?" The full of doubt made him feel a little unbelievable that Zheng Zhongyan said.

"It seems that you have seen a monk from a secret realm. Hum, do you think that all these monks are as rich as monks in a secret realm? You are born without worrying about the resources of cultivation?" Looking at Zhuang Lin's face full of doubts, Zheng Zhongyan snorted coldly and said.

Hearing this, Zhuang Lin was obviously stunned. He didn't know much about the monks, and even before this trip to the southwest, he had a skeptical attitude about whether the monks existed.

When he thought that all monks lived in the secret realm, with no worries about food and clothing, just like that immortal, but he did not expect that there were also monks outside the secret realm. Moreover, according to Zheng Zhongyan's meaning, it seemed that this group of monks lived a very good life.

"Cultivators outside the secret realm are also collectively called casual cultivators. Because they do not have their own secret realm, all the resources for cultivation can only be found directly from the ordinary people. However, the current environment is thin and the difficulty of practicing and surviving in such an environment can be imagined."

"A acquired elixir, which is more than a hundred years old, may be garbage in the eyes of monks from the secret realm, but in the eyes of casual cultivators, it is also a very precious resource for cultivation."
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