My old friend asked me to take out fifty silver dollars from the car and hand them to the fat monk. The fat monk couldn't control his joy. He picked up a silver dollar, blew it, and put it to his ears to listen. If it was a real silver dollar, he could hear a buzzing and crisp trembling sound; if it was a fake silver dollar, there would be no such sound.

The old couple exchanged glances with me and smiled secretly. He laughed at the fat monk with both stupidity and greed for money.

Seeing the fat monk carefully wrapping fifty silver dollars with cloth pieces, the old couple said, "I want to go around the temple, but I wonder if the master agrees?"

The fat monk smiled so hard that his face was covered with pleats, like a withered dog tail flower. He carefully said to his old colleague: "Please give me a gift, go anywhere."

Lao Tong thought it was the silver dollar that played a role, so he held his head up and walked over one high and one low. His head was like a gourd floating on the water, one high and one low, with unstable ups and downs.

We came to the door of the room with iron locks.

The old co-organizer asked: "Master, why do the doors of each room open and the doors of this house are locked?"

The fat monk said, "The donor doesn't know anything. This house enshrines my Buddha's relics."

Lao Tong was suddenly shocked and opened his eyes wide. I saw a golden orange light flashing in his eyes. He tried his best to say in a calm tone: "Since it is my Buddha's relics, it is my Buddha's true god. I am in my hometown, Japan, and I worship Buddha for monks. Your Buddha is my Buddha, and all the Buddhists in the world have a family. Please allow me to come in and worship."

The fat monk asked curiously: "There is Buddhism in Japan?"

Old fellow: "During the Tang Dynasty in China, Buddhism was introduced to Japan. Monk Jianzhen traveled to the east, Prince Shengde cultivated the Buddhist temple, and the same sect of Chinese Buddhism in Japan was created. Your Buddha is my Buddha, and my Buddha is your Buddha."

The fat monk said, "Since that's the case, please come in and worship the Buddha's true body with me."

The fat monk opened the door lock and walked in with Lao Tong. I stood outside the door. I didn’t understand Buddhism, and I didn’t understand a relic, so how could Lao Tong be so excited.

The fat monk knelt on the wood, his wide monk's robe covered the whole wood. He kowtowed three times, stood up three times, then stepped aside, folded his hands together, and muttered something in his mouth.

The old couple looked around and saw that there was no danger, so they imitated the fat monk and knelt down towards the wood.

Suddenly, the old couple disappeared out of thin air. There was no one in front of the wood.

The fat monk smiled and blinked at me.

I asked the fat monk in surprise: "Where is Lao Tong? Where did Lao Tong go?"

The fat monk said, "He will come out in a short while."

I asked anxiously: "What relics did you just talk to your elder brother about? What is the relic?"

The fat monk said, "I will tell you in the future. Now you call the two Japanese devils in, one by one, don't let them come in together."

I said, "Okay."

The two Japanese military police followed their old couple for a long time and could understand simple Chinese. I spoke and gestured to the tall Japanese devils. He finally understood that it was the old couple calling him. He mumbled at the shorter guy and followed me into the temple.

I walked into the hall and saw nothing unusual. The tall Japanese followed me. As soon as he walked in, he fell down with a muffled groan. I saw the leopard flashing from behind the door squeezed his neck, while the black beggar stabbed a long gun and inserted it into his back.

The tall Japanese died inexplicably. The black beggar put him on his back and carried him to the Buddha statue. I walked out and continued to call the short Japanese Japanese.

The short Japanese were like the tall Japanese, and they were not prepared at all, and they were strangled to their necks. The gun stab penetrated through the back and the chest, and the gun stab was still stained with sticky blood. The black beggar's hands were so powerful.

Both Japanese were cleaned up. The fat monk led us to the corner of the temple, cleaned up the firewood in the corner, and opened a wooden board. We lit a torch and entered one after another. Below was a long corridor. At the end of the corridor, there was a trap, and there were sharp bamboo sticks in the trap. The old couple lay on the bamboo sticks, grinning.

We brought the blood-flowing old co-worker to the ground.

The old man looked at me and felt very puzzled. He said, "I have been cultivating you carefully and want you to be my follower. Who would think you seem loyal and honest, but you are a treacherous person? As expected, if you are not my race, your heart will be different."

I spitted at Lao Tong's face: "You dog, I wish I could cut you into pieces."

Lao Tong died miserably later.

We took Lao Tong to the wilderness and came to a small mound. We found two wooden boards, one with the name of the master and the other with the name of the swallow on it, and inserted it on it as a spiritual position. Lao Tong saw the two wooden signs and was so scared that he trembled all over, and his former domineering arrogance had long disappeared.

I held a sharp blade in my hand and cut pieces of meat from Lao Tong's body one by one, and then threw it into the distance amid the screams of Lao Tong. My arms were covered with Lao Tong's sticky blood, but I didn't feel any fear at all. There were groups of eagles hovering in the sky, screaming for a long time, and then fell like a whirlwind, fighting for the pieces of meat I ran out.

Lao Tong quickly lowered his head in a painful wail.

I cut off Lao Tong's head, then cut out his slightly pulsing heart, and paid tribute to the master and swallow's spiritual positions.

The deep revenge of the sea of ​​blood was finally avenged. I lay on the grass, looking at the white clouds floating in the blue sky, and my mood was clear. I felt like a flock of birds flying by from time to time in the air, coming out of the cage and flying freely.

May the sunshine of freedom shine on me forever.

There are a few words to explain about this scam that tricks old couples into joining the funeral.

Let me talk about relics first. I later learned that relics are very precious, so precious that they are more precious than any calligraphy and painting. Relics are the crystals left over from the cremation of the body of a monk who has attained enlightenment. According to Buddhist teachings, the human body will be burned to ashes after being cremated. However, only monks who have attained enlightenment have long been extraordinary because they have attained enlightenment, so relics will be found after cremation. Scarcity is precious, so relics are so precious that they are incomparable. Moreover, in various Buddhist countries, relics enjoy the most respected status. It is not only measured by money, but also the role of a million believers in Buddhism.

But the relics in the Lama Temple are fake, they are a few white stones picked up by the leopards from the river.

Let’s talk about the trap set up for the old man. There was a mechanism on the wood in the secret room. The fat monk was wearing a robe. He knelt on the wood, and all the robes blocked the wood. He kowtowed three times and stood up three times. When he kowtowed for the third time, he secretly pressed the mechanism on the wood. When the old man saw that the fat monk was kneeling on the wood, he knelt down with confidence, and fell into the trap.

Let me also talk about the fat monk. The fat monk’s real identity is not a monk, but a doctor on the grassland. People call those doctors with mediocre medical skills "Mongolian doctors". In fact, not every doctor on the grassland has mediocre medical skills, but people mistakenly believe that doctors on the grassland are good at treating horses. But they are not good at treating people, so they have the insulting title of "Mongolian doctors". The fat monk has been traveling in the grassland for many years and knows a lot about everything. After the Japanese occupied Duolun, they often sent sentry cavalry to search everywhere. In order to facilitate walking, the Mongolian doctor dressed up as a fat monk.

The revenge is avenged, and my arm can finally be cured.

The Fat Monk did not have anesthetics, and at that time the anesthetics were only available in Western pharmacies in big cities. The Fat Monk asked me to drink a pound of strong alcohol, and I got drunk. Then the Fat Monk fixed my left arm and used a crowbar to break the bones. After the connection, he used two branches as splints and ropes to fix them. The bones did not grow well at the beginning and grew again.

After waking up, my arms were incredibly painful, and it was the real pain. I continued to drink, and in this way, I practiced a great amount of alcohol.

Xinfeng has made ten thousand wines, and many years of travelers in Xianyang. The spirit of meeting is for you to drink, and the horse is a horse, a weeping willow beside a weeping willow building. This is a poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei. When he was a child, he recited this poem in a private school, but he did not understand its meaning. After walking in the world over the years, he understood the charm of this poem.

How can a man not drink alcohol?

If Lao Tong dies, the Japanese devils will definitely take revenge. We can no longer stay in the Lama Temple.

The third uncle started wandering around the world alone again. The third uncle's life was a wandering life, a life that could not be separated from women. Wine was my life, while women were the life of the third uncle. The third uncle once said that he would meet women of all races in the world, so that when he could no longer do such things in his old age, he could say with relief: I did not come to the world in vain.

Sometimes, I also wonder why I came to the world to go through this journey. What is the purpose of living like this? Life has given me so many hardships and setbacks. Is it to make my life better in the second half of my life? When I reach the twilight years of my life, will I leave the world with my shortcomings?

The fat monk also left. He took off his cassock and put on his robe. He started to live a life of saving the world again. One evening, two men dressed as merchants rode a fast horse to pick him up. When they came, they brought a bag of gold bars, saying that as long as the fat monk cured the boss's injuries, the bag of gold bars would be his. The fat monk said that he was not cured for money, but because someone was sick. He did not care what the person was, how much money would he give him. He would treat him if he didn't give him money.

The two people who came were extremely suspicious. Their businessman dressed up and spoke in a slander. When I bid farewell to the fat monk, I asked him quietly, and he said that these were two beards, and the one they said was Shan Dawang.

I was extremely shocked and remembered the scene when I followed my master Ling Guangzu in the Dabie Mountains that year. He was also forced by the mountain king to tell fortunes. The second uncle and I tried our best to suffer all the troubles before helping our master Ling Guangzu leave the tiger's mouth. I don't know how good or bad the fat monk went there.

The once lively Lama Temple is now only four people: the leopard, the black and white beggar and me.

We left Duolun and went to Zhangjiakou. There were those camel tourists in Zhangjiakou. The camel tourists saved our lives and our third uncle. The leopard and the black and white beggars were both men who were willing to revenge. We were going to Zhangjiakou to find the camel tourists to repay their kindness.

On this day, we came to Guyuan.

There is a Jiuliancheng ruins in Guyuan, with earthen walls connected by one by one, stretching for dozens of miles. Every ten or eight miles, there is a Tucheng. The Tucheng is tall and majestic, and you can imagine the glory of that year. Bai Beiguai said that during the Jin Dynasty, Jiuliancheng was densely populated and prosperous for a while. This was the border fortress of the Great Jin Empire. Later, the peasant uprising army fought to Jiuliancheng and burned it to ruins.

We walked along Jiulian City for a long time, but we didn't see a single figure. Only the crows were clamoring on the collapsed earth wall, and the sound was extremely harsh, like tiles rubbing against tiles. We walked to Guyuan County and saw the crowd.

There were many people around the north gate of Guyuan County. A rude man pulled a woman and begged hard; the woman dressed simply, with a beautiful appearance, and was full of horror. The man said to the woman: "Go home quickly. The child has been weaned for two days and was so hungry that he cried. Why did you cruelly leave the child at home? After running out for two days, it made me easy to find it." The woman cried and said, "I don't know you." The man said, "You quarreled with me, but you can't make the child miserable. Come home with me quickly." The woman cried and said to the onlookers: "I don't know him, please let me go."

The onlookers didn't understand why they were like this, so they stood aside and watched quietly. At this moment, two men came from the crowd, panting and sweating. After they squeezed into the circle, they helped to hold the woman and said, "If you don't know him, you should know us. We are your neighbors. Your child is so hungry that he cries and has no milk to eat. Why are you so cruel to be a mother and leave the child and run out."

The onlookers finally understood. They all accused the woman and said that the woman was cruel. The woman cried and argued, "I really don't know them." The onlookers said, "It's normal for couples to quarrel, and the head of the bed quarreled at the end of the bed."

A carriage came from outside the crowd, and the carriage rushed towards the crowd. The crowd hurriedly flashed aside. The men carried the woman onto the carriage. The carriage turned around and drove out of the city gate.

The crowd was talking: "This woman is so cruel. She left the child alone. The man found her and wouldn't go back."

I also stood by and looked at it, and I also felt that this woman was a little cruel.

Bai Beggar pulled me and said, "Follow up and see where they are going?"

I asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Beggar said, "Didn't you see it yet? This is a group of people from the Beggars' Sect. When they saw a beautiful woman, they pretended to be the woman's family and neighbors, and snatched the woman away in broad daylight. The poor woman was hard to tell, and others also helped the Beggars' Sect talk. In the end, the woman was kidnapped into the Beggars' Sect and became a **."

When I heard this, I shivered and immediately followed the black and white beggar and the leopard.

As soon as the carriage left the city gate, it ran wildly on the charcoal road in the suburbs. We chased each other closely behind.

After driving twenty or thirty miles, the carriage left the avenue, drove into a path, and turned into a forest. There was a small village in the woods, and the carriage stopped in the village.

We hid behind the tree and saw the men pulling the woman off the carriage. The woman was already scared and paralyzed. They dragged her on the ground and walked into a yard, then closed the yard door.

Under the cover of trees, we slowly approached the yard and knocked on the gate.

There was a barking sound from the yard, and the barking was very fierce. I picked up a few stones from the ground and put them on my body. The gate of the yard opened and a bald man walked out. He asked us fiercely what we were doing.

Bai Beggar said, "I'm in a hurry to go, so I'll have a drink."

The bald man said, "Go somewhere else to ask for water." After that, he wanted to close the door.

We pushed him away and squeezed into the yard. The bald man shouted, "The robber is here, the robber is here." The black beggar swung his arm and slashed his neck. He stopped shouting and fell down softly.

Seven or eight men suddenly ran out of the yard, and the dog in the yard also put its reins. A black dog, the size of a calf, ran over with the sound of the wind. I took out a stone, smashed it according to it, and hit it. It stopped and whimpered, as if it was very wronged. I took out another stone, smashed it on it, and it clamped its tail in its butt, and fled in a hurry.

The seven or eight men surrounded us and started to fight without saying a word. The leopard shouted, punched one, and knocked down two. Seeing that the momentum was not good, the men whistled a long whistle. The gates of the village were opened, and one or two men walked out of each yard and rushed over with sticks.

Bai Beggar said, "Daitou, go in and save people."

I ran into the yard gate and chased two naked men behind me. I took out a stone and hit a stone on a person's face. Blood splattered everywhere. The man covered his face and squatted down. The other stopped in fear. The black dog with a fierce look on his face only dared to hide in the corner of the wall and barked at me. Seeing that there was a stone in my hand, he did not dare to step forward again.

I ran into the room and saw that there was only the woman in the room. Her face was covered with tears. When she saw me, she hid back in panic. I said, "I saved you."

There was a square table on the ground in the room, with food on the square table and a plate of oil-splashing spicy food. Those people were eating, and we came to the door. I pulled the woman and was about to leave, when two aggressive people rushed into the door and rushed towards me. I fucked the plate of oil-splashing spicy food, found the person in front and threw it over. The shiny and red spicy food splashed the man's face. He squatted down in pain and rubbed his eyes.

Another man saw that the man was full of miserable face and hesitated for a moment. I picked up the tiles on the square table and threw them at him. The tiles were filled with hot chicken soup. The greasy and sticky chicken soup splashed all over his body. He shouted in pain and turned his head and ran out of the room.

I pulled the woman out of the yard and saw the fierce fighting on the village road. The leopard and the black and white beggar were holding a white wax pole in their hands and fighting with more than a dozen men.

I saw that the leopard and the black and white beggar were not at a disadvantage. I thought they would definitely be able to escape, so I took the woman away first. However, as soon as I reached the entrance of the village, I saw twenty or thirty beggars coming. They were dressed in tatters, but each of them had a sinister look on their faces. They were holding a broken bowl in their hands and leaning on crutches, approaching the woman and me.

What we walked into was the old nest of the Beggars' Sect. The Beggars' Sect went out to beggars during the day and returned to this village to stay in the evening.

There was a dirt platform outside the village. When I saw that the situation was not good, I took the woman to the dirt platform. The twenty or thirty beggars rushed over and surrounded the dirt platform. Seven or eight beggars pretending to be a lame man were no longer limping at this moment. They swung the dog-beating stick in their hands and approached us.

I am not as brave as the leopard and the black beggar. I am definitely not the opponent of these beggars. The leopard and the black beggar were entangled by the group of people in the village and could not be removed. What should I do?

Seven or eight beggars pretending to be cripple climbed onto the earthen platform and suddenly stopped, and the expressions on their faces also solidified.

They saw that there was an extra pistol in my hand.

The pistol belongs to Lao Tong. This is Lao Tong's self-defense pistol. However, there are only a few bullets, and I can't bear to use them unless I have to. Leopards and the others can't shoot, so the pistol is installed on me, and the spears of the two gendarmeries were smashed because they were inconvenient to carry.
Chapter completed!