Chief Zhang nodded. "Although your temple is small, it's very exquisite. Sorry for disturbing you. We will bid you farewell. If you see the person I mentioned, do not interact with him. Call the police first and we will rush over as soon as possible. "
Fangzheng nodded slightly and said unhurriedly, "This Penniless Monk understands. Patrons, please."
Chief Zhang immediately left with his men. As for offering incense? They did not believe in Buddhism, so why would they offer incense?
The moment these people left, Wang Yougui ran over and asked Fangzheng, "Kid, are you sure there's no one in your temple?"
Fangzheng said with a bitter smile, "Uncle Wang, do I look like a liar? There's really no one. Search again if you don't believe me. "
Wang Yougui looked suspiciously at Fangzheng and finally shook his head. "It's good that there's no one. You might not know, but that fellow is a vicious habitual criminal. He was a mercenary in Africa in the past and killed countless people. After he returned to China, he beat someone half to death and was imprisoned for three years. Just as he was released, he robbed an armored truck and killed the escort … Sigh, I'm just worried about your safety. Why don't you follow me down the mountain? You can come back after we catch the criminal. "
Fangzheng said, "Uncle Wang, thank you for your concern. But as you can see, this temple of mine is very poor. There's nothing of value here. There's only This Penniless Monk. Even if he really comes, what can he snatch from This Penniless Monk? Besides, there's only one path up and down the mountain. Unless he's a fool, it's impossible for him to come up the mountain. Instead of coming to Mt. One Finger, he might as well run to the mountains behind. "
"That's true … Alright, I was just saying. If you are afraid, go down the mountain, "Wang Yougui exhorted. Finally, he suddenly said with a smile, "Also, you handled Dog Song's matter well. This fellow is a lot more obedient now. Heh heh … "
With that said, Wang Yougui left.
"Chief, according to the clues, Han Xiaoguo went up this mountain. How can there be no one? I think we should search carefully, "the police officer said, unwilling to give up.
Chief Zhang shook his head. "Little Wu, there are some things you have to understand. Although we don't believe in Buddhism, Buddhism is a place of peace. The country has rules that forbid anyone from entering. It's fine if you want to search, but you'll have to wait for a search warrant … In the meantime, you'll have to take some men to seal off all the roads leading up and down the mountain. In addition, Han Xiaoguo was a mercenary. He had been fighting in Africa all year round, so he was very good at fighting in the wilderness and in the forests. He was as crafty as a fox, so it was impossible for him not to know that Mt. One Finger was a lone mountain. Going up was equivalent to courting death! I'm guessing that he must've played it safe and circled around Mt. One Finger to enter the Changbai Mountain range. Our mission is to protect the scene and wait for the police dogs to arrive. "
"Alright." Wu Hai nodded.
As he busied himself, Fangzheng looked at the sky in a speechless manner. The moon had already risen high in the sky, and his stomach was already flattened from hunger. He went to the kitchen and saw that the fire had been extinguished! No wonder the aroma of the rice didn't waft out after cooking for so long …
"Sigh, who did I offend? It's so difficult to even eat." Fangzheng hurriedly rekindled the fire.
With everything prepared, Fangzheng looked outside. Lone Wolf had yet to return.
In his boredom, he stood under the bodhi tree and waited. A few days had passed, but the bodhi tree did not become any smarter. It had obediently shed its leaves to pass the winter. Instead, patches of tender green leaves had sprouted, and it looked rather verdant and lush.
Fangzheng looked up at the bodhi tree and mumbled, "Bodhi tree, oh bodhi tree. Are you a bodhi tree or a grape tree? Why are you so silly? Even if you're courting death, there's no need to be so serious, right? Well, today's moon is pretty good, but I can't eat it. This Penniless Monk is starving. "
There was a Bodhi tree with a big silver moon hanging on it. Under the tree, a handsome little monk wearing clothes whiter than snow stood there and muttered to himself. This scene was actually incomparably harmonious and beautiful, just like a beautiful painting.
However …
"Don't move!" At that moment, a deep and hoarse voice sounded from behind. The person who had come was a squarish face, thick brows, small eyes, and thick lips. He was none other than the murderer Chief Zhang had mentioned, Han Xiaoguo!
Han Xiaoguo was a little nervous as he clenched the gun in his hand tightly. His eyes were bloodshot, and he appeared extremely exhausted. At the same time, he was extremely nervous.
"Amitabha. Patron, the sea of bitterness has no bounds. Repent and you will be saved." Fangzheng did not need to turn his head to hear the man's nervousness from his breathing. However, Fangzheng was not nervous at all. He stood there calmly with his back facing the man.
"Little Monk, cut the crap! Let me ask you. Do you have food and water here? " Han Xiaoguo had been running around the entire day. He had entered the temple in search of food due to his hunger and cold. He happened to see Fangzheng daydreaming under the bodhi tree and took action.
Fangzheng smiled. "Patron, so you are hungry. This Penniless Monk obviously has food, but why are you asking?" Fangzheng asked despite knowing the answer.
At the same time, Fangzheng pondered if he should find an opportunity to knock the man unconscious and throw him to the police.
However …
Ding! A friendly reminder. Redeeming people for good is merit. If you can make them repent, it will be even more meritorious! "
Great merit? Fangzheng was slightly taken aback. Previously, saving someone was better than building a seven-storied pagoda, giving him a chance at the draw. Then what was the so-called great merit of repenting? Therefore, Fangzheng asked, "System, what's the use of merit?"
"Merit is a rating system that evaluates your level at the draw. The greater the merit you have, the greater the chances of obtaining something good from the draw. Every draw will have a few items to choose from. These items are divided into different levels. Your plaque is a reward for cleaning the temple hall. It has the lowest merit. It is just an ordinary Buddhist plaque with ordinary functions.
You saved someone and obtained the White Lunar Monk Robe. That is a treasure that only accomplished Buddhist monks have.
Therefore, the greater the merit, the higher the level of the prize. Saving someone is easy, but persuading them to do good is difficult. This is merit. Killing is easy, but saving someone is difficult. Saving someone is even more merit. Persuading people to do good is easy, but making evil repent is even more difficult. Therefore, it is great merit. "
Fangzheng's eyes lit up when he heard that! How could he not accept the merit that was right at his doorstep? He was very curious what kind of treasure he could draw with the great merit! Meanwhile, Fangzheng's mind raced. He constantly recalled how the masters in movies and novels had redeemed all sorts of fiends, turning them into Buddhas. Then, he came up with a plan. Although he did not know if it would work, he decided to use it for now.
Han Xiaoguo nearly slapped Fangzheng in the face when he heard Fangzheng's words. He cursed, "You little monk. You look so fair and clean, but is your brain full of shit? I'm asking about food, so I naturally want to eat! "
"Then why should This Penniless Monk give it to you? Patron, if you are hungry, you can go down the mountain to eat. The weather is still fine. If you make good use of the time, you will still have food to eat. "Fangzheng's first move was to pretend to be an expert! After convincing the other party, he would subdue the other party.
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