The next morning, after Uncle Quan took over the shift, I came to the local police station here.
In the police station, I first greeted the policeman politely and enthusiastically for a while, and then he was led to the cell. Then I saw at a glance the bald monk in the small cell with a contented look on his face.
He had his legs crossed, and several sly-looking guys around him were kneeling on the ground with uneasy expressions on their faces, clasping their hands together as if they were worshiping some kind of Buddha.
"What are you all doing?" As soon as the police officer shouted, the guys in the cell jumped up.
On the contrary, the bald monk sat calmly inside without even looking at him.
"Little brother, you said this is your friend? Are you sure you want to bail him out?" In fact, in our case, bail means being released on bail pending trial. Here, it is like a detained person. Those who have not committed any crime can basically be released on bail.
For example, the bald monk had to pay the store to make amends because he had a meal or something, but this guy pretended to be crazy and the police had to lock him up for a few days as punishment.
But what I didn't expect was that this bald monk seemed to be quite happy in there, right?
I frowned, then said a few words to the police, then looked at the bald monk and said, "Master, I'm here to bail you out."
"Master, please call me the eminent monk!" the bald monk said without even looking at me.
The policeman on the side was already suppressing a smile, but I couldn't help but curse in my heart!
Damn it, uncle, I came to protect you with good intentions, but you still don’t give me face?
"Brother policeman, I don't want to protect him anymore," I said.
As soon as I finished speaking, the bald monk in the cell raised his head and looked at me.
"Boy, I see that your rosy face is full of life, and you are a wise and courageous person. Why don't you take me out? I am tired of this smoky place!"
I looked at the bald monk's appearance and thought, weren't you very capable just now? You want me to call you eminent monk!
I just turned my head away indifferently, which made the bald monk beside me scream and jump.
But what makes me strange is that this bald monk seems to have lost his superpower now. He is just like an ordinary person, trapped inside and unable to get out.
At this time, the police officer next to me asked me: "I suggest you take your friend for a mental examination, otherwise if he comes out again next time..."
"Don't worry, policeman, I will keep a close eye on him when he gets back and I won't let him run amok," I said.
"Okay, you can go, the bail has been paid."
At this point, I didn't know what to say, so I had to pay the money with a headache on my face, and then fished the bald monk out.
"Boy, that's right. It seems that I didn't save you in vain." The bald monk said while licking his old face.
"Senior monk, how did you end up like this?" I asked.
The bald monk was embarrassed for a while, so he had to pat his bald head and said: "I don't want to, but I have encountered a bottleneck. At the moment, I can't use any magic power, so I can only..."
"Stop, you said you can't even use your magic power?"
The bald monk nodded, and his fierce look softened a bit.
But at this time, I felt very happy. At least I didn't have to worry that this guy would torture me. On the contrary, I could still torture him!
After taking the bald monk out of the police station, according to the rules, I took him to a restaurant to have a meal to get rid of his bad luck.
As a result, as soon as this guy entered, he immediately ordered a large table of wine and food, which scared the waiter and thought he was here to cause trouble.
In the end, I had to buy the order in advance, and then watched the bald monk eating wine and meat.
After a while, I saw that there was no one around, so I took out the Buddhist scriptures that I had sewn into my crotch.
I asked: "Senior Monk, look, I rescued you and brought you to dinner. Do you want to help me too?"
"Of course, the Buddha said that a drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water. Tell me, what do you want?" the bald monk said very boldly.
"Okay, I just have something to trouble the eminent monk here!" As I said that, I took out the Buddhist scriptures and said to the bald monk: "I also ask the eminent monk to agree to help me translate this scripture."
"What's the translation?"
"Um, I almost forgot. The translator is to paraphrase it for me. I don't know any of the words in the Buddhist scriptures here, so I can only ask the eminent monk to dictate it to me." I said sincerely.
After these polite words fell, the bald monk scratched his bald head for a while, and then said: "So you kid is deliberately looking for me to do something!"
"You can't say that to an eminent monk. I spent a lot of money and time helping you get out of that place. If you don't even help me with this, you are not a truly enlightened eminent monk."
I said this deliberately to irritate the bald monk, but as soon as the guy heard what I said, his thick eyebrows suddenly raised, and his face became a little unhappy and he said: "How can I not repay my kindness?
Isn’t it just a Buddhist scripture? It’s a trivial matter!”
Listening to the extremely loud voice of the bald monk, I thought this guy would really agree so easily.
Unexpectedly, this guy still hesitated. He said: "Boy, you have to think clearly. This Sutra is a killing scripture. It contains nine killing styles. Each style is more domineering and barbaric than the last. Most people can't control it."
Unable to live."
"Nine postures?" I frowned. This Buddhist scripture seems to be a thing from ancient times. Normal people can't understand it at all. If I can't let the bald monk teach me, it will definitely not be easy to find other people.
"Boy, once you cannot control this killing scripture, it will easily become a killing machine dominated by the inner demon. At that time, you may regret it, but it will be too late..." The bald monk said with a serious face.
But just looking at the more serious appearance of this bald monk, the more determined I became: Brother, I have learned the nine killing techniques in the Buddhist scriptures.
After eating, I took the bald monk directly to my home, and rented a room for him to live in for a long time. I knew that during this time, I had to learn from the bald monk, otherwise, he would regret it if he went back on his word.
, must have disappeared without a trace.
In the room, I spread out the Buddhist scriptures, while the bald monk grabbed the chicken drumstick that had just been packed with one hand, pointed to the first page of the Buddhist scriptures with one hand and said to me: "This is the first killing style, the name is
It is called the birth of a Buddha. Now stretch out one of your fingers, then press the tiger's mouth point with your thumb, and then look forward with your eyes intently..."
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