Chapter 442: Catch the thief and catch the stolen goods
As soon as the door of the room was opened, a yin energy suddenly came to my face. The hot weather in Thailand was like this little cold wind blew, which made Xiang Que’s wet crotch feel a little dry.
The monks behind only regarded Xiang Que as a tourist who came to ask Gumantong for him. They didn't think it was strange at all and ignored him. They pointed him in a place and left.
Xiang Que flashed into the room and closed the door.
"Bang" the ceramic jar was placed on the table. After opening the lid, the little ghost inside couldn't wait to jump out. The breath here made him very close and comfortable.
"Go and find out which one is your body. After we find it, we should leave here immediately and not stay for a long time."
The little ghost floated to the wooden shelf on the wall and looked at the jars one by one.
Xiangque's rough sweep, there were dozens of ceramic jars on the shelf, and there were more transparent glass bottles, nearly twice as many, and the inside was full of shriveled bodies soaked in green and yellow liquid.
It is the unformed Gumantong, which is a semi-finished product.
"Thai monks are a bit uncommon. How many stillbirths do so many Guman children have? Where can I find them?"
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 idea of saving sentient beings who will go to hell if I don’t go to hell. 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 the dead souls that are overborn and dead, and will not inject the dead souls into Gumantong for housekeeping and praying for blessings. The dead are the most important.
, doing this is very disrespectful to the deceased.
Thai monks do not pay attention to this. They never think that the dead are the greatest, but that they are the greatest.
Especially Buddhism is a quiet place, mainly peaceful and peaceful, but this room is full of yin energy. Whether it is the finished Gumantong or the semi-finished product, there will be Yin spirits inside. If it were in China, it would have been long ago.
He was saved by the monk.
After a while, the little ghost suddenly became cheerful and jumped on a ceramic jar with excitement. After Xiang Que saw it, he walked over and lifted the lid.
"Swoosh" the little ghost directly drilled into the can and jinru's own body.
"It's done, I'm leaving." Xiang Que put the jar directly into his bag and turned around and opened the door of the wing room.
At the same time, four elderly monks in the front yard of the Chidilong Temple were sitting cross-legged on the futon to enlighten and consecrate the believers.
Suddenly, one of the monks raised his eyebrows suddenly and looked back at the direction of the backyard room, looking stunned.
"Master Zhalun, what's wrong?" A monk next to him asked with a strange expression when he saw him.
"It's okay, the Gumantong in my wing room was moved, I'll go over and take a look." Master Zhalun quickly got up, quickly left from the front yard and rushed to the back yard.
Shen Jianwei waited anxiously outside for a long time, his heart kept holding in his throat. Thailand's temples and palaces are the most inviolable places. You are more guilty of coming here to get things than stealing them at the Thai police station.
At most, you have violated the law when stealing something in the police station, but if the circumstances are serious, you may be executed.
"Tread, step"
Xiangque hurriedly walked out of the yard of the wing room. Shen Jianwei, who was worried about waiting, was relieved to see this. He just wanted to come out. The two of them got on the bus outside and went directly to the airport. They boarded the plane and flew directly to the country. Even if this happened,
The Thai monks knew that they could still go to the country to catch people.
"Mr. Xiang, is it done?"
"Well, let's go." Xiang Que glanced at Shen Jianwei and frowned and said, "Relax, don't walk with your thighs. Just the pace you take is fine, you can see that something is wrong. The thief is guilty and you are talking about you.
In this way, the one who makes me stride is like walking at my own home.”
"I, am I nervous?" Shen Jianwei said tremblingly.
"I'm afraid of it. At most, you are an accomplice. The mastermind is here." Xiang Quegang teased with a smile, and his feet stopped immediately.
In front of the two, an old monk with hunched shoulders stared at Xiang Que's bag with gloomy eyes, raised a finger and pointed something.
"Swish" Shen Jianwei's face turned pale and "Gudu" swallowed: "It's over"
Xiang Que asked, "What's going on?"
"He... He said you took his stuff." Shen Jianwei turned his head and said with his legs weak, "What did you think? You're caught and you're in action."
"Don't be nervous, maybe this is still a deal," Xiang Que said calmly.
"Chinese?" After looking at them a few times, Zhalun recognized that the two did not look like Thais, and asked in a stiff Chinese.
Nodding to the shortcomings, he actually said to Shen Jianwei next to him: "Your translation is really useless. There is no chance for you to speak at all. Look, people even understand Chinese."
"Thailand is almost occupied by China. Look at the big cities such as Bangkok, Pattaya and Chiang Mai. They are all Chinese. Chinese is almost becoming the common language of Thailand. There are many people," Shen Jianwei said in a collapse:
"Mr. Xiang, it's time now, why do you still have the intention to joke with me? We were caught and stolen? Do you understand? We were caught in other people's temples and were caught by thieves."
"Don't be excited, calm down." Xiang Que patted his shoulder, walked forward to the monk, folded his hands and said, "Hello, Master."
"You took my Gumantong," Chalun asked with a frown.
"This?" Xiang Que took a picture of the bag behind him and smiled, "Don't say you can buy it, can you buy it? If you bid, I will pay it. Wouldn't this be taken?"
"If you don't sell this, you have to change it, you can." Chalun blocked him back with a stiff heart.
"I didn't even bid, why did you say you won't sell it? Master, I'll find another place in Thailand to build a temple for you just to exchange for this Gumantong, is it okay?" Xiang Que said with a smile.
Zhalun was stunned, as if he didn't expect Xiang Que to offer such a price.
But just a moment of silence, Zhalun chose to shake his head: "No, this Gumantong can't sell it."
Xiang Que's face sank directly. This monk has absolutely problems. Is the price he just offered to punish him? No, if Chalun agrees, Xiang Que can directly ask Situ Shengyun to pay for money to donate a temple in Thailand.
It is not even more difficult than the Chidilong Temple.
How can he not do it if he exchanged Situ Ziqing's peace of mind?
Situ Shengyun did it, but this monk stopped doing it. He would not do it unless his mind was in trouble.
Xiang Que estimated that someone had made a deal with the other party, but he could not hand over the little devil who had entangled Situ Ziqing in any case. The weight of this transaction was even more valuable than a temple.