After leaving Qingliang Mountain and reaching the foot of the mountain, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at A Feng beside him, as well as Liu Ying and Big Beard who appeared in the distance.
After all, there were only four of them coming here this time, while there were twelve men in black on the other side, and they gave people a feeling of sharpness.
The beating was definitely possible, but if the beating happened, Ah Feng might be injured. The most important thing was that Zhang Tianhao was worried that the Qingliang Temple would be destroyed.
This Jiro Kii seems to be a senior Japanese military officer stationed in Nanjing, otherwise there would not be so many bodyguards. If something goes wrong at Qingliang Temple, Qingliang might really be ruined.
After thinking about it again, he realized who this senior official was.
The commander of a unit in the division called Mujing Regiment himself.
A flash of murderous intent flashed through Zhang Tianhao's heart. After all, it would definitely not be a good thing for the captain to run to Qingliang Temple.
"Master, those people just now seemed very extraordinary!"
When he got here, Ah Feng couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"A veteran on the battlefield, he is very powerful. He is not much worse than you!"
Zhang Tianhao replied immediately, then looked at Liu Ying and the bearded man who were walking out of the forest not far away, and said somewhat seriously: "How are you doing?"
"Master, it's nothing. We just saw those men in black, so we hid aside and waited until the master came down the mountain." Liu Ying whispered the situation again.
"Well, now to assign the task, Liu Ying, go to No. 29 Hujia Hutong, Sishui Bridge and ask about a person. There may be no one there now, but you have to try your best to find out that this person is still alive."
When Liu Ying heard this, she was also stunned, but immediately looked at the bearded man next to her.
"Big Beard, please accompany Miss Liu back and pay attention to safety. In addition, Miss Liu, please find your team members and try your best to find Gao Erdan for me. The thing is in his hands."
"yes!"
When Liu Ying heard this, she immediately took the order, followed the bearded man out of here, and walked back directly.
Zhang Tianhao and A Feng also quickly left the foot of the mountain, looked around and found their car.
Ah Feng went straight in, started the car, and prepared to leave.
"Ah Feng, go to the intersection in front of you and hide the car. We are here today, so we can't leave empty-handed!" Zhang Tianhao couldn't help but feel cold in his eyes when he looked at the two cars in front of him.
Four men in black are staying here, obviously together with the thirteen people above.
As soon as he heard that Zhang Tianhao was about to take action, he was stunned, and immediately the corner of his mouth raised a murderous glare, and at the same time he responded softly.
As Zhang Tianhao got into the car, the car slowly drove past and drove out along the road.
…
At this time, in Qingliang Temple, Mui Jiro looked at Master Deyun in front of him, with an endless smile flashing in his eyes.
However, he still maintained a certain etiquette and put his hands together in a monk's greeting ceremony.
"Master Deyun, I'm disturbing you again!"
"Amituofo, it turns out to be Mr. Mui, please have some tea inside!"
Deyun did not lose his etiquette because Mui was Japanese, but simply made a gesture of invitation.
In the main hall, Master Deyun came in with a pot of tea, poured it into the wooden well, and then sat opposite the wooden well, slowly sipping the tea.
In fact, the tea is not good, it is just an ordinary tea, even a low-grade tea that weighs a few kilograms in an ocean.
After tea was over thirty, Mu Jing put down the cup and said calmly: "Master Deyun, I think you know the purpose of my coming here. I don't need to repeat it!"
"Mr. Mujing, I'm so sorry. Qingliang Temple really doesn't have the Golden Steel Sutra that Mr. asked for. You also know that monks don't lie. I wonder if Mr. made a mistake?"
Master Deyun still looked at Mujing calmly, and also put down the cup in his hand, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"Master Deyun, my patience is limited, so I'd better take it out. I don't want your thousand-year-old temple to be destroyed. If I didn't know, I wouldn't come to you for it. As the saying goes, those who know the current affairs
For Junjie!"
Mujing looked at Deyun as if he was holding on to his victory, and said leisurely.
"I'm sorry, we really don't have one in our temple. Besides, how could we have such a national treasure? If there were, wouldn't you have already dug it out? Is there any other Diamond Sutra there?"
"Hey, Master Deyun, why don't you say goodbye? You and that old monk are the only ones left in your temple now. He should be your master. If you don't hand it over, don't blame me!"
When Jiro Kii looked at Master Deyun in front of him, his thief face finally showed, and he even looked a little more violent when he looked at Master Deyun.
"Hey, Mr. Mui, I really can't take it out. If you want to take us, I have no choice. Lao Na is already over sixty, and the master is already seventy years old. Even if he dies, he has lived a lifetime.
Besides, if a monk can go see the Buddha quietly, that’s not bad."
"Haha, it seems that Master Deyun, you still haven't realized that I gave you a week to think about it, but you are still so obsessed with it, so don't blame me for being rude."
As he spoke, he waved to the men beside him.
"Hi!"
The Japanese man responded and immediately turned around and walked outside.
Soon, there was a pile of firewood in the courtyard, and at the same time there was an additional wooden pillar, and an old monk with a gray beard was tied to the wooden pillar. That was none other than Master Deyun's master, who is also the master of this temple.
of hosting.
Although the old monk was tied up, his eyes were slightly closed and he kept reciting some sutras. Although his voice was not loud, it seemed exceptionally clear.
Master Deyun was still sitting across from Mujing, with a normal look on his face, but his hands underneath him were already trembling, showing that he was extremely uneasy in his heart.
As for the tea, it has already cooled down.
He lowered his head half-way and kept chanting, as if he was reciting sutras for someone.
"Master Deyun, this is your last chance. I don't want you to see you alone in the entire Qingliang Temple, and only for a few scriptures. If that happens, you will be the sinner of the entire Qingliang Temple."
"Buddhists say that one should sacrifice one's body to achieve benevolence, and cut one's flesh to feed the eagles. But you, for the sake of something external, killed the whole temple." Mujing glanced at Master Deyun slowly, then picked up the teapot next to him and gave it to him.
I poured myself another cup of tea.
He picked up the teacup and took a slow sip, then gently put the teacup down, looking very graceful.
"Amitabha Buddha..."
However, Master Deyun did not respond to what he said. Instead, he kept chanting the sutra. Especially after a long while, he reached out his hand, picked up the rosary and started chanting it non-stop.
His expression is focused, and he gradually becomes unmoved by external objects.
The mind is calm and naturally cool, the mind is pure and naturally calm.
"It seems that the master is determined to the end."
Mujing looked at Deyun with disdain, and then waved to the person beside him. He saw a Japanese attendant behind him who saluted directly, and then walked directly to the yard.
Soon, the Japanese came to the old monk who was tied up in the courtyard, picked up a match, and lit the circle of dry firewood next to the old monk.
This chapter has been completed!