Director Zhang nodded and said: "Although your temple is small, it is also very exquisite. If you disturb the master, we will leave now. If you see the person I mentioned, do not contact him and call the police first. We will come as soon as possible. "
Fang Zheng nodded slightly and said calmly: "I understand, poor monk, please benefactors."
Director Zhang immediately left with his people. As for offering incense? They don’t believe in Buddhism, so how can they smoke incense
As soon as these people left, Wang Yougui ran over and asked Fang Zheng, "Boy, are you sure there is no one in your temple?"
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Wang, do I look like a liar? There is really no one. If you don't believe me, search again."
Wang Yougui looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously, and finally shook his head and said: "It's better if there is no one. You don't know, that guy is a vicious and habitual criminal. He used to be a mercenary in Africa and killed countless people. After returning to China, , beat the man half to death, spent three years in jail, and then, after being released, he robbed a cash transport truck and killed the escort... Hey, I'm worried about your safety. How about you follow me down the mountain? When you catch the culprit, come back."
Fang Zheng said: "Uncle Wang, thank you for your concern. But you have also seen that my temple is very poor and there is nothing valuable. There is only a poor monk. Even if the other party really comes, what can he rob from the poor monk? ? Moreover, there is only one way up and down the mountain. Unless the other party is stupid, it is impossible to come to the mountain. If you come to point to the mountain, it is better to run into the mountains behind. "
"That's right... Okay, I'm just telling you. If you're scared, just go down the mountain." Wang Yougui warned. Finally, he suddenly smiled and said: "Also, you handled Song Ergou's matter well. This guy is much better behaved now. Yes, haha..."
After saying that, Wang Yougui left.
"Director, according to the clues, Han Xiaoguo went up this mountain. How could there be no one there? I think we should search carefully." The young police officer said unwillingly.
Director Zhang shook his head and said: "Xiao Wu, there are some things you need to understand. Although we don't believe in Buddhism, Buddhism is a quiet place. The country has regulations and you are not allowed to go in and mess around. You can search if you want. Just wait for the search warrant... This For a while, you lead people to block the road up and down the mountain. In addition, Han Xiaoguo is a mercenary and has been fighting in Africa all year round. He is very good at fighting in the wild and in the mountains. He is as cunning as a fox. It is impossible for him not to know that this mountain is a single-headed mountain. If you go up there, you are seeking death! I estimate that he probably made a mistake and bypassed Yizhi Mountain and entered the mountains of Changbai Mountain. Our task is to protect the scene and wait until the police dogs are in place. "
"Okay." Wu Hai nodded.
During this busy period, Fang Zheng looked at the sky speechlessly. The moon had already risen high, and his belly was already hungry. I went to the kitchen and saw that the fire was out! No wonder the aroma of rice doesn’t come out after cooking for so long...
"Hey, I'm looking for someone to mess with. It's so hard to even eat." Fang Zheng hurriedly lit the fire again.
Everything was ready. Fang Zheng looked outside and saw that the lone wolf hadn't come back yet...
Out of boredom, I stood under the bodhi tree and waited. After a few days, the bodhi tree not only did not become smarter, but also dropped its leaves to spend the winter. Instead, pieces of tender green leaves bloomed, which looked quite lush.
Fang Zheng looked up at the bodhi tree and muttered: "Bodhi tree, bodhi tree, are you a bodhi tree or a grape tree? Why are you so stupid? You don't have to be so serious if you want to die, right? Well, the moon is not bad today, but you can't eat it. The poor monk starved to death."
There is a Bodhi tree with a big silver moon hanging on the tree. Under the tree, a handsome little monk dressed in white clothes stands there, muttering to himself. This picture is extremely harmonious and beautiful, just like a beautiful picture. .
However…
"Don't move!" At this moment, a low and somewhat hoarse voice came from behind. The person who came, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, small eyes and thick lips, was none other than the murderer Han Xiaoguo mentioned by Director Zhang!
Han Xiaoguo was a little nervous now. He clenched the gun in his hand tightly. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked very tired and very nervous.
"Amitabha, benefactor, the sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find the shore." Fang Zheng did not look back, but he could hear the other person's nervousness from his breathing. But Fang Zheng was not nervous at all, he just stood calmly with his back to the other person.
"Little monk, don't talk nonsense! Let me ask you, do you have food and water here?" Han Xiaoguo ran for a day and was hungry and cold before he entered the temple to look for food. He happened to bump into Fang Zheng in a daze under the Bodhi tree. , then took action.
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "It turns out that the donor is hungry. Of course there are poor monks to eat, but why do you ask?" Fang Zheng asked knowingly.
At the same time, Fang Zheng was thinking about finding an opportunity to knock this guy unconscious and throw him to the police.
However…
Ding! As a friendly reminder, doing good to others is a merit, and if it can make people come back and be saved, it is even more of a great merit! "
Great merit? Fang Zheng was slightly startled. Previously, he saved people by building a seven-level pagoda and gave him a chance to draw a lottery. So what is this so-called great merit? So Fang Zheng asked: "System, what is the use of this merit?"
"Merit is a scoring system for evaluating your lottery level. The greater the merit of what you do, the greater the chance of getting good things in the lottery. In each lottery, there are some alternative items, and these items themselves are graded. Because your plaque is a reward for cleaning the Buddhist hall, it has the lowest merit. It is just an ordinary Buddhist plaque with ordinary functions.
You save people and get moon-white monk robes, which are treasures only possessed by eminent Buddhist monks.
Therefore, the higher the merit, the higher the level of the prize drawn. It is easy to save people, but it is difficult to persuade people to do good, which is a merit; it is easy to kill, but difficult to save, and saving people has a higher merit; it is easy to persuade people to do good, but it is even more difficult to make evil people turn back, so it is a great merit. "
When Fang Zheng heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up! Is there any reason not to accept the merit that is brought to your lips? He was very curious about what kind of treasure he could get out of this great merit! At the same time, Fang Zheng's brain was running wildly, constantly recalling how the masters in movies, TV series, and novels in his memory transformed into demons one after another, making them weird and Buddha-like. Then I had some concerns in my mind. Although I didn’t know whether it would work or not, I would give it a try for the time being.
Han Xiaoguo was so angry at Fang Zheng's words that he almost went over to give Fang Zheng a slap in the ear and cursed: "You little monk, you look fair and clean, but your brain is full of shit? When I asked for food, of course I wanted to eat!"
"Then why does the poor monk want to feed you? If the donor is hungry, he can go down the mountain to eat. Now that his complexion is okay, hurry up and there is still food to eat." Fang Zheng used his first move, deliberately pretending to be a master! After convincing the other party, conquer the other party.
"Are you...are you stupid?" Han Xiaoguo said angrily.
(End of chapter)