367: Chapter 367 Super Magical Artifact

Monk Kongyun heard Han Jingyang's question, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Indeed."

Han Jingyang stared fixedly into Monk Kongyun's eyes: "For what?"

"A super dharma instrument."

"A super dharma instrument?"

"Yes, a dharma instrument that has been enshrined at Xingguo Zen Temple for over two hundred years."

"Over two hundred years? You're not joking?"

"It's true."

"Can't you just hide the dharma instrument or move it somewhere else?"

Monk Kongyun sighed: "That's the problem. We don't even know where that dharma instrument is, or even what it looks like. It's just been passed down by word of mouth that such an item exists and is related to the Japanese. My master didn't believe it in the early years, thinking it was just a legend, until the Japanese came knocking."

"Do the Japanese know the details?"

"It's unclear, but the fact that the Japanese are frequently active on Thousand Buddha Mountain is undeniable. We suspect that the Japanese possess more precise and extensive information."

"Just a suspicion?"

"Yes, but it is a reasonable, logical, and well-founded suspicion. The behavior of the Japanese is too strange."

Han Jingyang turned his gaze back to the jade guanyin statue: "Let me take a look at it first."

Monk Kongyun quickly pressed his palms together: "Please."

Han Jingyang gently picked up the small but exquisite and valuable jade guanyin statue ornament.

Hmm?

No reaction?

Refusing to believe it, he carefully stroked the sides of the ornament, put it down, then picked it up again. The Appraisal Technique still had no reaction.

What is going on?

How could such a fine jade guanyin statue ornament not have its attributes identified?

That's a bit absurd.

He quite liked this ornament; the material was good, the carving was even better, and it would fit perfectly in the shop.

Who would have thought it would be such a dud.

What a pity.

Han Jingyang admired it reluctantly for a moment, then placed the jade guanyin on the coffee table and pushed it toward Monk Kongyun: "I'm sorry, I won't accept this."

Monk Kongyun's eyes widened in instant surprise: "Why is that?"

Han Jingyang shook his head: "There is no why."

"Is the material not good?"

"It's quite good. Such a large piece of icy, full-green material is already the top-tier jade available on the market."

"Is the carving not good?"

"No, the carving is top-notch. It is the most outstanding among all the jade carvings I have handled. Both the styling design and the carving technique are impeccable."

"Then why?"

"There is no affinity."

"This..."

Monk Kongyun was stunned. Usually, they were the ones who used "affinity" as an excuse, but today he was being given a taste of his own medicine. It was a truly unpleasant feeling.

Besides, this was just giving a gift, not doing anything else. The gift was good in every aspect, yet in the end, he was told there was no affinity.

Isn't this just a real-life version of "moved by the gesture, but still refused"?

Monk Kongyun had no choice but to say sheepishly: "It was my presumption, Mr. Han. If you have time, you must visit Thousand Buddha Mountain. I will certainly sweep the bed and welcome you."

Han Jingyang smiled: "I will definitely go if I have the chance. But Great Monk, are you sure this guanyin statue is a dharma instrument?"

Monk Kongyun was taken aback: "That's what my master said..."

"I see," Han Jingyang waved his hand: "I understand. You may go back now."

Monk Kongyun was full of doubts but didn't dare to ask more. He dejectedly put away the valuable jade guanyin statue and took his leave.

Just as Monk Kongyun left, someone else walked in.

Han Jingyang took one look and confirmed that the person who arrived was the same one who had followed him from Shanda University to Jiguang Zhai.

This person looked ordinary, but the qi inside his body was very abundant, somewhat similar to Zhang Zhiyang. It seemed they were from the same group, but his temperament was quite different. Moreover, in terms of aura, there was quite a lot of blood-red and grayish-black qi, similar to resentment, which showed he was not a good person.

What did this person want?

Did he want to uphold justice for Zhang Dahai?

Or did he have other schemes?

Han Jingyang glanced at the newcomer and ignored him.

Shi Xiaoya understood instantly and stood up: "Sir, is there something you need?"

The man looked to be in his thirties, over 1.8 meters tall, with a thick ponytail, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looking very energetic. He stared straight at Han Jingyang and said: "Our boss wants to meet with Mr. Han."

Shi Xiaoya feigned surprise: "Who is your boss?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you right now. You'll know when you get there," Cu Mawei said seriously: "Rest assured, our boss absolutely has no malicious intent; on the contrary, it's a good thing."

"Then it should be explained clearly, and then my boss can decide whether to go or not, rather than being presumptuous like you. This is very rude behavior."

"I'm really sorry, without our boss's permission, I really cannot disclose our boss's identity information here."

"Your boss must have a big background."

"Our boss just values privacy."

"Then I'm sorry, but my boss also doesn't want to communicate with people who have no sincerity."

"No, our boss is very sincere," Cu Mawei said, waving to the door.

Soon, four men in black suits carried two large boxes into the shop, placed them on the floor, and opened them directly.

Two boxes full of antiques.

Han Jingyang glanced at them; they all looked quite authentic, and any single piece was worth over six figures.

Interesting.

They had figured out his style of doing things and were trying to smash him with antiques, the same principle as smashing someone with money.

Simple, crude, but often very effective.

It felt like the coal bosses from twenty or thirty years ago throwing money at celebrities.

Unfortunately, he was not the kind of celebrity who could be manipulated by others.

On the contrary, he was the one at the very top of the food chain.

Wanted to smash him with money or antiques?

That was truly wishful thinking.

He would take on all kinds of jobs, make money, and be hired by people, but he would absolutely not be hired by such hidden, cowardly types in such a nearly insulting way.

Well, that might be a slight exaggeration.

But given his current strength and influence, using this method to invite him to do things was, by any measure, an extremely impolite behavior.

Antiques?

He did need them.

But there were plenty of places and people selling antiques. If he asked, plenty of people would be willing to deliver them to his door. These mere two boxes of antiques were not enough to make him come at their beck and call.

Therefore, after glancing at them, he waved his hand outward: "Go back where you came from, don't make me angry."

"Mr. Han, this is just a meeting gift. There will be a generous reward after the matter is accomplished, which will definitely satisfy you..."

Han Jingyang interrupted Cu Mawei: "I said, go back where you came from. Don't make me throw you out."

Cu Mawei finally revealed a hint of impatience: "Mr. Han, I'm really sorry, but our boss has unspeakable difficulties and really cannot visit in person."

"Then you should have found a family member of stature to come in person," Han Jingyang sneered: "If that doesn't work, make a phone call, send a WeChat, or even a direct video call. That should be possible, right? Don't tell me your boss doesn't even have a mobile phone."

"This..."

"Forget it, I don't want to hear your explanation. I'll give you half a minute to disappear from my sight."

"Mr. Han..."

Han Jingyang, however, had already turned his head to study the small object at hand.

Shi Xiaoya blocked Cu Mawei's view and made a gesture of invitation: "Sir, please leave. It won't be good if things turn ugly."

"You..."

"What, not convinced? Want to spar?"

Cu Mawei peered at Han Jingyang, glared fiercely at Shi Xiaoya, and then swept his gaze over the others in the shop, as if wanting to remember everyone in the shop, before turning and leaving with a livid face.

Before leaving the shop, he turned back and shouted: "I will be back."