Chapter 442: Catch the thief and catch the stolen goods
As soon as the door of the private room was pushed open, a gloomy breeze suddenly hit my face. On a hot day in Thailand, this little gloomy breeze immediately made my crotch, which lacked moisture, feel a little dry.
The monk behind him only regarded Xiang Que as a tourist who came to ask for Gumantong. He didn't think it was strange at all and ignored him at all. After pointing him to a place, he left.
Xiang Que ducked into the side room and closed the door behind him.
The "Bang Dang" ceramic jar was placed on the table. After opening the lid, the kid inside couldn't wait to jump out. The smell here made him very close and comfortable.
"Go and find out which one is your true body. Once we find it, we will leave this place immediately. It is not advisable to stay for a long time."
The little ghost floated to the wooden shelf on the wall and looked at the jars one by one.
Xiang Que took a rough glance and saw that there were dozens of ceramic jars on the shelf, and even more transparent glass bottles, nearly twice as many. They were all filled with shriveled bodies soaked in blue-yellow liquid.
The Gumantong has not yet taken shape and is a semi-finished product.
"Thailand's monks are a bit unconventional. With so many GumanThong, where can you find stillborn babies?"
What is the difference between Chinese monks and Thai monks? The biggest difference is that the former practices Mahayana Buddhism and the latter practices Hinayana Buddhism. Mahayana Buddhism takes the concept of saving all sentient beings. If I don’t go to hell, whoever will go to hell will be the concept. Hinayana Buddhism saves itself first and then
Save others.
Take the matter of raising Gumantong as an example. Domestic monks will definitely not do it. They will choose to transcend the dead souls instead of injecting the souls into Gumantong to house and pray for blessings.
, to do so is extremely disrespectful to the deceased.
Thai monks do not pay attention to this. They never think that the deceased is the greatest, but that they themselves are the greatest.
In particular, Buddhism is a quiet place, dominated by peace and tranquility, but this wing is full of gloom. Whether it is a finished GumanTong or a semi-finished product, there are Yin spirits inside. This would have been the case in China.
He was saved by a monk.
After a while, the kid suddenly became happy and jumped up and down on a ceramic jar. Xiang Que turned his head and saw it, then walked over and opened the lid.
"Whoosh", the kid got directly into the jar and jinru'd his own body.
"We're done, let's go." Xiang Que put the jar directly into his bag, turned around, and opened the door to the wing.
At the same time, in the front hall of Chedi Luang Temple, four elderly monks were sitting cross-legged on futons to consecrate the believers.
Suddenly, one of the monks suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked back in the direction of the backyard room with a look of astonishment.
"Master Zhalun, what's wrong?" A monk next to him saw his strange expression and asked.
"It's okay, the Gumantong in my wing was moved. I'll go over and have a look." Master Zhalun quickly got up and left quickly from the front yard to the backyard wing.
Shen Jianwei waited anxiously for a long time back and forth outside, his heart still in his throat. Thailand's temples and palaces are the most inviolable places. If you come here to take something, you will be charged with a greater crime than going to the Thai police station to steal.
If you steal something from the police station, you are breaking the law at most, but if you steal something from a temple in Thailand, you may be executed if the circumstances are serious.
"Tap tap tap, tap tap tap"
Xiang Que hurriedly walked out from the yard of the wing. Shen Jianwei, who had been waiting nervously, was relieved when he saw this. He just came out. The two of them got in the car outside and went to the airport. They boarded the plane and flew directly to China. Forget about this incident.
If the Thai monks find out about it, they can still go to the country to arrest people.
"Mr. Xiang, are you done?"
"Well, let's go." Xiang Que glanced sideways at Shen Jianwei, frowned and said, "Relax, don't walk with your legs crossed. The pace you are walking can make people tell that something is coming. You are the one who is guilty of being a thief."
In this way, if you give me a big stride, it will be like walking in your own home."
"I-amn't I nervous?" Shen Jianwei said tremblingly.
"What the hell, you're an accomplice at best, the mastermind is here," Xiang Quegang joked with a smile, and his feet suddenly stopped.
In front of the two of them, an old monk with hunched shoulders stared at the bag Xiang Que was carrying with gloomy eyes, raised a finger, tapped it and said something.
"He...he said you took his things." Shen Jianwei turned his head and said with weak legs: "What did you say happened? He was caught and done with it."
"Then don't be nervous, maybe this is still a deal," Xiang Que said calmly.
"Chinese?" After looking at them for a few times, Zhalun recognized that these two didn't look like Thais, so he asked directly in blunt Chinese.
Xiang Cao nodded, and actually said to Shen Jianwei next to him: "Your translation is really useless, there is no chance for you to speak. Look at this person, he even understands Chinese."
"Thailand is almost occupied by China. Look at big cities like Bangkok, Pattaya and Chiang Mai. They are all Chinese. Chinese has almost become the lingua franca of Thailand. There are many people who can speak it." Shen Jianwei said in a broken voice:
"Mr. Xiang, how can you still think about joking with me at this time? We were caught? Do you understand? We were caught by thieves when we took things in a temple."
"Don't get excited, calm down." Xiang Que patted his shoulder, walked up to the monk, clasped his hands and bowed his head, and said, "Hello, master."
"You took my Gumantong?" Zhalun asked with a frown.
"This?" Xiang Que patted the bag at the back and said with a smile: "Don't say take it, can you buy it? You bid and I pay, doesn't this mean I've taken it?"
"This one isn't for sale. If you want to exchange it for another one, that's fine." Zhalun blocked him directly and bluntly.
"I didn't even bid, so why did you say you won't sell it? Master, can I find another place in Thailand to build a temple for you just to exchange for this Gumantong?" Xiang Que said with a smile.
Zhilun was stunned, as if he didn't expect Xiang Que to offer such a price.
But he was just stunned for a moment, and Zhilun still chose to shake his head: "No, this Gumantong can't be sold."
Xiang Que's face immediately darkened. There was definitely something wrong with this monk. Was the price he had just offered him a lie? Really not. If Zhalun agreed, Xiang Que could directly ask Situ Shengyun to donate money to build a temple in Thailand.
, even bigger than Chedi Luang Temple.
How could he not trade Situ Ziqing's security for a temple?
Situ Shengyun did it, but this monk didn't do it anymore. He wouldn't do it unless his brain was damaged.
Xiang Que estimated that someone had made a deal with the other party, that is, the kid who had pestered Situ Ziqing could not be handed over no matter what. This deal was even worth more than a temple.