At this time, Miao Qiang's heavenly eyes had not yet been closed, and he saw that every time Brother Tiger and the other three hit the old monk, a layer of faint golden light would appear from the old monk's body, protecting him from any harm.
At this time, Zhang Zihao also noticed the faint golden light on the old monk's body, and exclaimed: "Holy crap, that's Buddha's light! It seems that this old monk is still a truly enlightened monk. Now, you don't have to worry about him being beaten.
It’s a relic.”
Miao Qiang put out the cigarette butt in his hand and put it out on the ashtray on the trash can nearby and said, "That's not all. Look at the female ghost behind Zhang Hu."
After Zhang Zihao heard this, he immediately moved his eyes from the old monk to behind Zhang Hu. He saw that the originally ferocious female ghost's expression gradually became peaceful as the old monk recited the Purana Sutra.
Until finally, the hostility in her body receded, she clasped her hands and bowed to the old monk, and then slowly dissipated behind Zhang Hu.
After the female ghost disappeared, Zhang Hu trembled all over. He seemed to have noticed something, and he was half sober in an instant.
He stared at the vest on his body and roared angrily: "Old monk, what the hell have you done?! I still expect her to help me make a fortune. Where did you take her?"
"Hurry up and get her back to me, or I'll kill you! Do you believe it or not?"
Zhang Hu, who looked like a crazy man, punched and kicked the old monk while talking, and at the same time increased the intensity of his attacks.
The two yellow-haired boys on the side were also frightened by Zhang Hu's abnormal behavior. They stopped beating the old monk and stood aside looking at the crazy Brother Hu, hesitating whether to step forward to stop him.
At this moment, a police car roared to a stop on the side of the road. After getting out of the car, several policemen hurriedly stepped forward and pinned Zhang Hu to the ground, who was punching and kicking the old monk.
At this time, Zhang Hu seemed to be crazy. After being controlled by the police, he still lay on the ground and shouted at the old monk: "Old bald donkey, I will kill you!"
One of the policemen helped the old monk up who was sitting on the ground and asked: "Master, how are you? Where are you injured? I'll call an ambulance for you right now."
The old monk dusted off the monk's robe and said with a smile: "I'm fine, thank you for your trouble. Since you still have things to do, I'll take my leave first."
Seeing that the old monk was about to leave, the police officer hurriedly stopped him and said, "I'm really sorry, but you can't leave yet. You are the victim of this case, so please come back with us to record a statement."
At the same time, the two policemen who controlled Zhang Hu looked at the leather vest he was wearing and asked, "Are you Zhang Hu?"
After regaining consciousness, Zhang Hu was immediately frightened when he saw that he was being controlled by the police. His hands were handcuffed behind his back, and he smiled repeatedly and said: "Two police officers, please talk to me carefully. I was just playing with this master."
Oh, don’t get me wrong!"
"Playing? Can you play like this?"
Another policeman continued to ask: "Let me ask you, is your name Zhang Hu? They all call you Brother Hu?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Brother Tiger doesn't dare to take it seriously. Just call me Xiaohu, call me Xiaohu."
"Okay, I'm looking for you, come with us."
When several police officers escorted Zhang Hu and the old monk in a police car and drove away, Zhang Zihao said to Miao Qiang: "Brother Miao, are we doing something to eliminate harm for the people?"
"It can't be said that he is doing harm to the people. At best, he is just an act of righteousness and courage."
"That's fine, but I don't know how many years this Zhang Hu will be sentenced to after entering?"
"How many years? I think he is very mature this time, and it will be a matter of time before he loses money!"
With two big dark circles under his eyes, Zhang Zihao looked at Miao Qiang and asked in confusion: "Brother Miao, what is "taking money"?"
Miao Qiang laughed and said: "It means shooting. Aren't the bullets made of copper? That's why some people in society also call shooting "copper"!"
Zhang Zihao seemed to have thought of something at this time, scratched the wild hair on his head like a chicken coop, and smiled: "Brother Miao, I forgot to ask you just now, what do you do? How do you know so much?"
"I am a cook."
"What?! Cook? How can a cook know Taoism? Just the trick you just did to open your clairvoyance, I'm afraid many of Xian'er's top disciples can't do it."
"Damn! Who stipulates that a cook can't know what to order? I haven't asked you yet, what do you do? How come you can see dirty things without opening your eyes?"
Zhang Zihao smiled sheepishly after hearing this: "What are you talking about? I'm helping in my uncle's shroud shop. As for my eyes, they are born with yin and yang eyes. I can see those dirty things without opening the light. I have no choice but to open them."
That’s how it was when I was young.”
After hearing Zhang Zihao say that he was born with yin and yang eyes, Miao Qiang was secretly surprised. He remembered that his grandfather had told him when he was a child that people with natural yin and yang eyes are generally those who have the ability to understand Taoism.
He is a genius, no matter what technique he learns, he can master it instantly.
Seeing Miao Qiang looking at him in a daze, Zhang Zihao thought that he disliked his job. Most people would be resistant to people engaged in the funeral industry, and he had become accustomed to it over the years.
After having this idea, Zhang Zihao felt frustrated.
Miao Qiang, who came back to his senses, saw the inferiority complex in Zhang Zihao's eyes and immediately understood what he was thinking.
He stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, you really surprised me. People born with yin and yang eyes have a body of Taoism, and all of them are Taoist wizards. I am lucky to meet you today.
ah."
Seeing that Miao Qiang was dazed for this reason, the depressed expression on Zhang Zihao's face disappeared and he regained his previous energy. He chuckled and said, "Brother Miao, you are not an ordinary person."
At this moment, a delicate voice came from the shadow of a big tree nearby: "Hey, you two got to know each other so quickly? That's good, it saves me having to introduce you to you later."
Looking at Xiao Hunyu who walked out slowly, Miao Qiang smiled bitterly and said: "Sister, how come you always come out suddenly to scare people every day? Before you come out next time, can you say hello first?
Otherwise, you will scare me into having a heart attack sooner or later."
Xiao Hunyu chuckled and said, "Is he actually a ghost? Besides, didn't I tell you in the morning that I would come to see you tonight?"
Miao Qiang was really speechless by this ghost bitch, and could only say helplessly: "Okay, I'm a bitch. Now that you're here, can you tell me what I should do next?"
Xiao Hunyu rolled her eyes at him, then pointed to Zhang Zihao beside her and said, "Don't you two already know each other? This boy's uncle Jin Kemu is the person in charge of the branch of the Lion Awakening Club here.
I just want to take you to meet the people from the Lion Wake Club today. Since you already know each other, it saves me the trouble. Come on, let’s go to the Evergreen Shroud Shop."
Only then did Miao Qiang notice that Zhang Zihao, who had not spoken since Xiao Hunyu appeared, was sitting on the ground trembling against a big tree. Looking at Xiao Hunyu, his eyes were full of fear. When Xiao Hunyu used his fingers to
When he saw him, he was so frightened that he almost cried.
Miao Qiang stepped forward in confusion and pulled him up from the ground: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Why did you let her be so scared?"
Zhang Zihao put one hand on Miao Qiang's shoulder and the other hand on the big tree. His legs were weak and he reluctantly stood up. Then he trembled and said to Xiao Hunyu: "Aunt... aunt... aunt, you... you... you
Well, long time no see."
Xiao Hunyu rolled her eyes at him and said disdainfully: "Look at how cowardly you are, you haven't changed in all these years."
"Yes, yes, yes... my aunt is right."
Miao Qiang was completely confused by these two people, and thought to himself: "What's going on with his uncle? Zhang Zihao looked pretty awesome before, even Brother Hu wanted to do it. Why did he see Xiao Hunyu
Then you became like this?"
He wanted to ask Zhang Zihao, but he was too embarrassed to ask in front of Xiao Hunyu.
Xiao Hunyu, who saw what he was thinking, stepped forward and pulled Miao Qiang, put her arm around his and said, "Don't worry about this coward, let him follow behind."
After saying that, Xiao Hunyu took Miao Qiang's arm and walked forward, and Zhang Zihao had no choice but to follow. In this way, Miao Qiang and Xiao Hunyu walked in front like a couple. Zhang Zihao was alone at a distance.
Fell behind.
But as he walked, Miao Qiang realized something was wrong. All the men passing by stared at him with envy and jealousy. At the same time, they stared at Xiao Hunyu greedily with lustful eyes.
"Damn it, uncle, this ghost bitch actually took the initiative to show herself, so that all passers-by can see her!"