Hong Kong comprehensive begins, seek the law from the heavens

Chapter 26
With the help of the locals, after searching for a long time, there was still no trace of Hei Biao.

Suddenly, the old tour guide's eyes turned red, and he squatted on the ground crying loudly, kowtowing to Lin Mosheng continuously.

Lin Mosheng was at a loss.

The translator figured out the reason after several inquiries.

He said to Lin Mosheng with a complex expression, "Mr. Lin, this old man's son and daughter were killed by the black tiger."

"Does the local police care?"

Lin Mosheng asked subconsciously.

The translator was also a Siamese, with a sarcasm on his dark face, "The army and the government have been fighting endlessly in the past two years, who is in the mood to control ordinary people's life and death."

"The police have been here, but the black tiger is cunning by nature. It will hide when there are many people. The trees here are lush. Unless there is a large-scale carpet search, there is no trace of it."

"But no one is willing to spend so much effort, just pretend and leave."

When Lin Mosheng heard this, he sighed. Sure enough, not all the policemen were able to stand up for the people.

I was indeed born in a good country.

He stepped forward to help the old man up, and said seriously, "I will do my best on this matter."

The old man probably understood Lin Mosheng's meaning from Lin Mosheng's expression, so he suppressed his tears and excitement, and invited Lin Mosheng to stay at his house at night.

After all, it is basically impossible to search for Hei Biao in the jungle at night.

Lin Mosheng shook his head slightly, and looked at the translator, "I heard that there is a tiger temple here, let's spend the night there."

The translator didn't think too much about it. In Siam, it's normal to spend the night in a temple.

In the evening, everyone came to a magnificent temple, and the interpreter introduced enthusiastically, "Mr. Lin, although this tiger temple has a short history, it has been very magical in recent years, so the incense is at its peak."

"However, because of the black tiger incident around recently, people are afraid to come, and the popularity of incense has declined."

Seeing Lin Mosheng and a few people approaching, the chubby Zhike monk looked vigilant and stepped forward to question him.

Knowing how many people came to hunt the tiger from the Sequoia Society, he immediately changed his expression, looked at the four strong men followed by Lin Mosheng, and quickly invited them in.

Entering the temple, Lin Mosheng could hear the wailing of tigers from time to time. The monks who looked over were also fat and big-eared, with red faces, and their sins were not shallow.

Lin Mosheng passed by the Daxiong Palace, and suddenly smiled at the sitting Golden Buddha.

"At the end of the Dharma, my son and my grandson are monks, wearing your cassock, destroying your Dharma, having the name of a monk, and practicing the way of demons!"

"Even if you are a golden body, you can only save one person, not all sentient beings."

Lin Mosheng spoke Chinese, so the monks around did not understand.

Only the translator understood and glanced at Lin Mosheng thoughtfully.

When they came to the living room, the host greeted everyone with a smile on his face, "Thank you all for coming to subdue the foreign demons."

Lin Mosheng reached out his hand to stop the other party from doing Namaste, and suddenly asked with the help of an interpreter, "I have heard the story of the Buddha who sacrificed his life to feed a tiger. Today, I am curious and want to ask the eminent monk, if you have the opportunity to save thousands of people from fire and water, Maybe feed a tiger?"

The host did not hesitate at all, and said with a smile, "Of course I am willing."

Lin Mosheng also smiled, looking at the figure in front of him covered by the dark red sinful light, and said, "In this way, I will be fine."

Everyone was a little surprised. They didn't know what kind of attack Lin Mosheng was playing. After dinner, Lin Mosheng and others were invited to the monk's house to rest.

In the Daxiong Palace, more than a dozen monks gathered together, but the main hall, which was supposed to be upright and bright, appeared shadowy and distorted under the projection of the lotus lantern.

Coupled with the continuous wailing of tigers and beasts, it looks surprisingly ghostly.

The first Zhike monk looked anxiously at the host and said, "Host, do you think these people can solve Heihu?"

Originally, the business of their temple was flourishing, but as Hei Biao robbed and murdered people around, no matter whether they were rich or ordinary people, they dared not come again.

Although everyone is used to living a poor life before, but after enjoying that kind of luxury and flattery, who would like to have the morning bells and evening drums, and the blue lanterns to accompany the Buddha?

There was a glint of gloom in the host's eyes, and his compassionate smile was cold, "Rather than asking for others, it is better to ask for yourself!"

"What do you mean by host?"

A stern look flickered in the eyes of a burly monk, and he asked.

"That evil animal hates us deeply, but this temple is blessed by the Buddha, so it dare not come in, and can only wander outside."

"Although we have a sharp weapon, it is really difficult to catch it in the mountains, but the difference between humans and animals is that we humans can use traps!"

"Since these few are willing to give up their lives to feed tigers, we might as well let them go! Use them to fish out that vile animal!"

While talking, he looked at the other people, "Are the guns ready?"

The few monks nodded. Although they were trapped in the temple during this period, they did not sit still and bought a lot of guns through the outside world.

The host looked at the Zhike monk again and said.

"Shancai, go find some clothes we are wearing, cut them into rags, and secretly put them in their luggage."

The Zhike monk who is called Shancai's eyes lit up.

That's right, that black tiger hated them deeply. Once the living people with their scent left the temple, the black tiger would definitely find a way to chase and kill them.

It was because of this reason that they did not dare to act rashly. They could only stay in this temple and rely on the protection of the Buddha.

I thought that the police would solve the matter quickly, but I didn't think that the group of policemen would be useless. After two people died, they couldn't shirk.

Shancai hesitated and asked, "Can we kill that black tiger?"

When the host heard this, he suddenly stretched out his palm, and the skinny old man easily lifted up the Zhike monk who weighed over a hundred catties.

There was no more compassion in his eyes, and his expression was distorted and crazy, "If you can't kill that black tiger, you might as well die! Do you really want to ring the bell and chant Buddha every day like this?"

His words aroused the madness in everyone's heart.

Yes, if they can't kill the black tiger, can they endure this kind of life?
Shancai struggled to breathe, looking at the host with cat-like vertical pupils, the fear in his heart was hard to control, "Excuse me."

The presiding officer recited a Buddha's name in a low voice to suppress the bloodthirsty desire in the heart and let go of good fortune.

Looking at the crowd again, "As long as I kill that black tiger and eat its flesh and blood, my tiger head drop will be great."

"At that time, our temples will no longer need to be opened in such desolate places. Bangkok, North Province, and the whole of Siam will have our temples!"

The host's voice was full of bewitching power, and everyone looked at the host with burning eyes, falling into that beautiful future.

The Buddha statues behind them lowered their brows and closed their eyes slightly.

In the monk's house, the urn in Lin Mosheng's arms moved.

It's just that this time the ghost girl didn't come out directly, but transmitted a message to Lin Mosheng.

"You mean there is something in this temple that can suppress you?"

Lin Mosheng's eyes lit up. Sure enough, this temple was not killed by Hei Biao, there was another secret.

He thought for a while and asked, "Can you find the source of your suppression?"

The urn moved.

Lin Mosheng no longer hesitated, and found the translators together, "Don't sleep tonight, just hide here, and don't go out if anything happens outside!"

The translator wanted to say something, but Lin Mosheng glanced at him. Thinking of the banana tree that had been cut down in the middle, he felt a chill in his heart and nodded silently.

Then he saw Lin Mosheng's figure, like a civet cat, easily blending into the night and disappearing.

(End of this chapter)