The real and the fake are in the middle of the game, and the series of tricks is blurred and blurred. Before stepping into the temple gate of the small temple on the top of the mountain, everything was going according to what Xie Lanshan and Shen Liufei imagined.
However, they did not expect that Mu Kun sent his men to guard the temple with live ammunition, and even dug out Xie Lanshan's urn from the solitary pagoda.
The situation is not good, Xie Lanshan's face can't help but change slightly. In addition to Mu Kun, there are more than ten drug dealers here, some are stationed outside the temple gate, some are in the scripture hall, probably following Mu Kun's instructions, they are forcing the monks in the temple to sit and recite scriptures, in order to die The police officer Xie was overdone.
After more than four hours of driving, the sky has turned a little gray. Xie Lanshan saw that the Jingtang Mingzhu was pure and clean, the light was dim, the rows of red round candles flickered, and the blue and white urn was quietly placed in the center of the candlelight.
The four Blue Fox team members, who had shaved their hair and wore crimson robes, could not move for the time being. They could only pretend to lower their heads, holding down the blood in their chests and the guns under their robes, while chanting sutras with other masters while waiting for an opportunity.
"You're going to die here, what do you want to say?" Mu Kun held a gun, pointed at Xie Lanshan's head, and forced him to go to the open space in front of the temple gate.
"You said you want me to die in front of the tomb of Officer Xie, you have to let me take a look at the place where his bones are buried?" Xie Lanshan tried to bargain with Mu Kun. But he knew it was futile. Now that the urn has been dug up, the gun hidden by the solitary tower must have been taken away by Mukun's people.
This was originally his plan B, but now it seems that it has not worked.
"There's no need for that." Sure enough, in the open space in front of the temple, there was a monk who was chanting sutras in a temple, and Mu Kun pointed his gun at him, "You dirty bastard is not worthy of Alan's. If you live on your identity, I will send you back to the West in front of him."
The monks in the room saw this scene, and the chanting was interrupted for a moment, and Mu Kun immediately roared: "Don't stop! Read it, louder!"
"What are you talking about? Am I not A Lan..." The Sanskrit sound burst into his ears, but he couldn't understand it anyway. Xie Lanshan was tied up, facing Mu Kun and his muzzle, and retreated carefully step by step.
The small blade sewn into the cuff had nearly cut the rope that bound the hand, but the situation was still grim.
There are about a dozen drug dealers and four special police officers disguised as monks. Sui Hong had already made arrangements and was ready to transport the special police by helicopter for an airborne attack, but he had to capture Mu Kun to bring the situation under control, or else he would have to take the life of a monk from a temple.
Xie Lanshan's face was pale and his lips were tightly pursed, not entirely out of fear, but more because he hated himself for being defenseless and could only be slaughtered by others. Although he had promised Shen Liufei to cherish himself and not die with Mu Kun, he was even more unwilling to die under the gun of the opponent in vain.
"You're not, stop trying to pretend you are!" Mu Kun pointed his gun at Xie Lanshan and stared at him fiercely, "I remember I told you that I would definitely kill you in front of Alan..."
Mu Kun's index finger was about to pull the trigger, sweat dripped from Xie Lanshan's forehead, and his Adam's apple wriggled unnaturally. come here.
It's just that people are not as good as the sky, and it's a trick in the end.
Just before the trigger was pulled, a young novice suddenly stood up among the monks in red robes, and he shouted to Mu Kun, "Wait a minute."
The little novice is not tall, with thin eyebrows, small mouth and big eyes, and a very delicate face. He looks only thirteen or fourteen years old, and his voice sounds very tender. He faced the muzzle without fear, put his palms together, and said to Mu Kun:
"There is an old saying in Chinese, which says, 'Those who are convicted by heaven have their heads in a different place'; there is another saying, 'Those who are convicted by heaven have nothing to pray for'. For those who have died in different places, no matter how much they pray for salvation, it is futile, and even if it is not in vain, it will inevitably damage his fortune."
"The head is in a different place" is exactly the current situation of Xie Lanshan. He has been buried in the ground for many years, but his soul thoughts are attached to another person. Mu Kun couldn't help being annoyed: "You little monk dare to curse him?"
The little novice sighed softly and shook his head: "Recommending the removal of the undead is not only to relieve the deceased from suffering, but also to practice good deeds. The little monk has no choice or possibility to dissuade you from killing people. At that time, let the little monk hold this urn and make a vow for him, and rely on the Buddha's power to recommend the deceased's head to be restored, so as to escape from the sea of misery in this life and return to the good path of reincarnation."
Mu Kun looked sad. Chanting, transcending, making vows, everything he did was for his Alan, and he was really sad for him. His lips trembled and his voice trembled as he said, "You bring Alan... his urn over and bring it to me."
The little novice took the urn with both hands, stepped out of the scripture hall, and walked slowly towards the two men.
The light in the hall was dim, and under the blue sky and daylight, Xie Lanshan could see clearly that the material of this urn was not golden silk, black rosewood or white marble, and there was no gorgeous and complicated carving craftsmanship.
It is the most common blue-and-white porcelain jar. The white-mud-green glaze is painted with Chinese painting landscapes, which are clean and white.
When he was about to walk in front of Mu Kun, the little novice suddenly threw the porcelain jar in his hand at Xie Lanshan.
With a snap, the urn shattered at the foot of Xie Lanshan. Among the snow-white ashes scattered all over the place, it was the gun he hid beside the lonely tower.
When Xie Lanshan broke free from the rope and rolled to the ground to retrieve the gun, Mu Kun howled heartily: "Alan!"
He didn't notice the gun at all, he only knew that his Alan was scattered on the ground and was about to be taken away by the wind on the top of the mountain.
"Ah! Alan!" Mu Kun was so mad that he turned his gun without hesitation, and didn't aim at it, he just roared and shot the novice several times.
The bullet was shot into the body, and a bloody mist spurted out. The little novice smiled and fell to the ground after being shot.
Seizing this opportunity, Xie Lanshan took the gun in his hand. He frowned, focused on Mu Kun's head, and pulled the trigger immediately.
Almost at the same time, Mukun, who realized something was wrong, turned around and shot him as well.
The two were also shot and fell to the ground. Mu Kun was killed by a headshot on the spot, and Xie Lanshan was shot through the right chest by a bullet. Taking advantage of the chaos, four Blue Fox SWAT officers shot and killed two drug dealers with submachine guns as quickly as possible.
They were all brave, some of them were shot twice, and they were still fighting with high spirits, fighting with the drug dealers.
The little novice was still breathing, his limbs and body were twitching, Xie Lanshan, who fell to the ground, looked at each other with him, he didn't understand why the other party did this.
The exaggerated monk's robe was glued to the body after being bathed in blood, and faintly outlined a little feminine curve. The little novice stretched out a blood-stained hand in the direction where Xie Lanshan fell to the ground, trembling like an orchid, she moved her lips laboriously, and spit out a lot of blood as soon as she opened her mouth: "You still... remember me... "
Not like the pure and desireless voice just now, this weak voice seems to be a female voice.
The wound kept gushing out with blood, Xie Lanshan tried hard to identify the face of this little novice, tried repeatedly to get up and fell down in vain. He thought she was familiar.
"You are..." Xie Lanshan struggled to identify for a while, and finally figured out where the familiarity came from. He stared at him, surprised and unbelievable: "You are... Ani?"
"Ani is my sister..." The girl blinked her eyes slowly and smiled with tears in her eyes, "I am the little girl you rescued from the child prostitution village."
Xie Lanshan certainly remembered that beautiful and courageous woman. He was almost exposed in order to save a stockade of child prostitutes, including her sister, and she willingly gave her life to save his comrades-in-arms.
The nine-year-old girl also remembered it. In that brothel, she was beaten and raped by a high-ranking Burmese official. The high-ranking official was over fifty years old, ugly and fat. Just when she was desperate, the bodhisattva in the sky seemed to hear her prayer, and a man descended from the sky. The gun ended up with the ugly fat man who was on top of her. Then he took off his coat, knelt down in front of her, and wrapped her naked and scarred tenderly and carefully, as if grandma wrapped a ball of stuffing in dumpling wrappers in childhood.
He burned this ghostly place on fire, took her, and all the girls with the same miserable fate as her to escape the endless abyss and usher in the bright new life.
Sister Ani was trapped in a poison cave and couldn't help herself. After she escaped, she was helpless and hid in a temple. She didn't expect to meet the captain of the man here. She overheard the conversation between the host and the captain, and knew that the Chinese man's name was Xie Lanshan, a drug police officer. Later, the vicious drug dealers came to the door. In case of emergency, she took advantage of the chaos to hide the gun she found and put it into his urn quietly.
The girl will never forget, how handsome and warm this Chinese man named Xie Lanshan saved her from being ravaged and destroyed.
"Sister..." The girl was willing to die for him like her sister. She closed her eyes with a smile and said softly, "He is really... Really a very gentle person..."
After the scene was completely controlled, the rescue helicopter came, and the propeller lifted the sand and soil, and also brought the coldest and gentle southerly wind since spring.
This gust of wind blew the ashes of a drug hero, carrying him higher and farther.
Xie Lanshan's wound was bleeding profusely, and he was too tired to move, so he could only watch helplessly, watching the snow-white ashes being lifted up by the wind. This feeling is very strange, like watching a part of myself fly into the sky with the wind and fly into the distance.
He does not stop for the flowers dotted here, the towering green hills here, or the winding rivers here. He went back by the wind, went all the way to the north, went all the way to the north, crossed the 4,060-kilometer border, the beautiful and fertile Xishuangbanna, and further afield, the Han Sea, where he was born and raised, is the vast China.
Because of its unique geographical location, it is a province with the most severe anti-drug situation in the country. Since the establishment of the first anti-drug team, more than 2,000 tons of various drug-making materials have been blocked from the country. Hundreds of people were injured.
Shen Liufei came, Sui Hong came, and many people came. They all raised their faces, watching the hunting wind go away.
He looked down at the earth with a smile, this is the thousands of households he has protected with his flesh and blood, and this is the side of Taiping he guarded with his loyal soul.
He finally came home.