Xiang Que's body suddenly appeared out of thin air from an alley not far from the people on the ground. He walked over quickly, squatted down and pulled the head of one of them and asked: "Is there anyone who can speak Chinese?"
Yes, if there is any, just squeak."
"Squeak!" A man opened his mouth and called out on the ground. There are quite a few people in Thailand who understand Korean.
Xiang Que looked at him blankly and said speechlessly: "You are really obedient."
"You, didn't you tell me to say something?" the man asked in confusion.
Xiang Que scratched his head and said: "Forget it, Chinese culture is profound and profound, especially the charm of the language. How can you barbarians like you understand it? Let me ask you, are you the police?"
"No." The other party shook his head.
"If you're not a police officer, then why are you looking for me?"
"Our boss gave us an order to find someone." The man took out a piece of paper from his body, with a profile picture that was 60 or 70% similar to Xiang Que's printed on it: "That's the person above. We look like you.
"Like"
Xiang Que lowered his head and glanced at it. Unexpectedly, the old monk in the temple still had some eyesight, and he could almost draw his appearance just after spending a while with him.
"Do you know who your boss is working for when he asks you to arrest me?" Xiang Que asked.
"I know, it's the eminent monk Charun. He was the monk at Chedi Luang Temple when we became monks. It was he who ordered our boss."
"It's good to know." Xiang Dian took a cigarette, thought for a moment and asked: "What's the reputation of this eminent monk Charun? Does he have any prestige among the people in Chiang Mai? Is his reputation famous?"
"Master Chalun is a highly enlightened monk. He has been in the temple for more than 40 years and has profound Buddhist teachings. Especially the ancient mantong and Buddhist amulets he made are very effective. I heard that many people in the government are his disciples, even the royal family
I have a good relationship with him.”
"Does he raise a kid?" Xiang Que asked.
The man suddenly said angrily: "Don't slander Master Chalun. How could he raise a kid? The White Dragon King issued an order ten years ago not to allow monks in Thailand to raise ghosts. Master Chalun is an eminent monk, let alone him."
Go raise it”
Xiang Que touched his chin and smoked a cigarette. After thinking about it, he stood up and left the alley. He lowered his head and stopped a taxi and said Chedi Luang Temple to the driver.
What people like Zhalun want most, it must be fame and reputation. This is definitely his lifeblood, so Xiang Que plans to talk to him about this matter.
An hour later, Xiang Que got out of the taxi and returned to his hometown.
During the day, although there was a theft incident in the temple, it actually had no impact on the temple. There were still many pilgrims and many tourists.
Xiang Que checked the time. It was around four o'clock in the afternoon, and in a little while the monks from Chedi Luang Temple would come out to beg for alms.
At the same time, the time difference is one hour, it is half past five in Shanghai.
A Rolls-Royce slowly drove into the parking lot of No. 18 on the Bund. Situ Shengyun did not dress up for the dinner in the evening. He simply wore casual clothes and came with his fourth uncle and secretary, followed by the bodyguards who escorted him.
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"Bang" Situ Shengyun got out of the car and walked to the door of the restaurant. He did not go in and stood outside with his hands behind his back.
"Master Yun, are you waiting here?" The secretary couldn't remember how long Situ Shengyun had waited outside when inviting people to dinner. He had not seen this kind of treatment for many years.
Situ Shengyun hummed and said calmly: "Two bottles of Maotai at one time. Domestic businessmen don't like drinking red wine very much."
A few minutes later, a Maybach and a BMW entered the parking lot. Zhao Fangsheng and Tang Xinhe, who had come from Nanjing, got off the car and walked straight to Situ Shengyun.
"Master Yun, I really can't bear to have you go out to greet me all the time. It's a sin, it's a sin."
Situ Shengyun said with a smile: "We are a family and we are not being polite. You go in first and I will wait for a few more people."
Zhao Fangsheng and Tang Xinhe actually didn't know why Situ Shengyun wanted them to come to this dinner, but the honor of being able to call and invite them in person was already worth coming here in person.
Not long after, luxury cars drove into the parking lot one after another, and people who came out greeted Situ Shengyun familiarly. In fact, some of these people had only met Situ Shengyun once or twice, and some even met Situ Shengyun once.
I have never met him before. In addition to hearing the name Situ Shengyun, the companies of both parties may have cooperated in some fields. They are the kind of people who have been friends for a long time.
At five fifty, the last guest invited by Situ Shengyun arrived.
This time, Situ Shengyun did not wait on the steps with his hands behind his back, but took the initiative to walk down.
Situ Shengyun greeted him not because of the size of his business, but because of another relationship.
"Bang Dang" Chen Sanjin got out of the car and met again. He and Situ Shengyun were much closer than before in the Central Building.
Situ Shengyun hosted a banquet for a total of twelve people. When these twelve people gathered together and stamped their feet, the shopping malls in the country were shaken. But Situ Shengyun did not seek them out to cause the shopping malls in the country to be shaken.
Instead, the sword is pointed at Thailand, which is across the river from China.
At the same time, it’s five o’clock in the evening in Thailand.
Xiang Que squatted outside Chedi Luang Temple for nearly an hour. At this time, monks began to go out one after another to beg for alms and accept alms from the people. Monks in Thailand basically don't cook much, and they all rely on donations from the people and pilgrims.
Xiang Que stared at the door with squinted eyes, very patiently.
But no matter how long he waited, Xiang Que didn't find the person he wanted to see, and Zhilun didn't come out to beg for alms at night.
At this time, a very ordinary Honda Fit parked in front of the temple, and two people got out of the car. Upon seeing this, Xiang Que glanced at the two of them and was quite surprised.
"What a heavy evil spirit..." The two men were more than twenty meters away from Xiang Que. At this distance, Xiang Que could clearly feel the evil spirit emanating from each other.
This is a sign that he has killed people, and he has killed many people. Just like the evil spirit on Wang Kunlun's body can be described as monstrous.
The two figures disappeared into the front yard of the temple.
Inside Chedi Luang Temple.
The two people Xiang Que had paid attention to walked slowly towards the backyard room, their faces expressionless and their steps steady.
"Squeak!" The door of Zhalun's room was pushed open. Master Zalun, who had always been melancholy, turned around and asked: "You won't be taking any business today, please come back."
"You have to take this business, Master Zhalun," one of them said in a low voice.
"What do you mean?" Zhilun asked in astonishment.
"I was asked to tell you that your business with him is over today." After the man said that, he took out a pistol from his waist and put it on Chalun's head.
"He wants to kill me? Impossible, impossible." Zhalun said in disbelief: "Wait a minute, I'll call him. You must have made a mistake."
"Bang" a gunshot rang out in the Chedi Luang Temple in Chiang Mai.
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