At the moment, Qian Tiefei and Liu Zhilan are grateful.

Bei Xiaomo, however, disdained to listen to their lies about how they wanted to change their past, crying bitterly. He shouted, "You can't escape the death penalty but you can't escape the punishment of living."

The two of them were confused and looked at Bei Xiaomo in horror.

Bei Xiaomo waved his hand. The strong man holding the camera took a few steps forward. He pulled Qian Tiefei and Liu Zhilan and shouted, "Stand now. Face to face. Hug each other. Hug tight."

The two of them were so cowardly that Bei Xiaomo became impatient. He simply said: "I'm afraid that you will turn into a mad dog and bite people. I'll take some photos of you. It's okay for you to cooperate obediently. If you are dishonest, I have plenty of tricks." "

Only then did the two of them understand that Bei Xiaomo was leaving evidence. Although they were unwilling to do so, they did not dare to resist. They had no choice but to let him have his way.

The strong man who was in charge of the photography had some potential as a director. I heard him shout, "Stop being so fucking armored. Come closer. Look a little more sexy. Alas, this is not called sex. What the hell are you doing?" Cry and mourn. Yes. Adjust it. Yes. That woman. Act a little bit meaner."

After struggling for half an hour, the photo was finally taken. Qian Tiefei and Liu Zhilan both breathed a sigh of relief.

After leaving the door, two strong men asked Bei Xiaomo, "Why did Mr. Bei suddenly change his mind? It's a pity to let these two bitches go."

"That's right. Didn't you agree to castrate Qian Tie Fei Gou Ri? Alas, I have been practicing my skills well recently. It's a pity that this time I have no chance to practice."

Bei Xiaomo sighed and said, "You have never been parents. If this bitch is destroyed by me, what will happen to the two children? After all, he is still hiding it to provide living expenses for the children. Once he is destroyed, If you leave him, he won't go to that naughty bitch. Isn't it the child who suffers?"

When the two strong men heard this, they nodded and said, "Mr. Bei is such a good man."

There was no talk that night. The next morning, Bei Xiaomo was handling some daily affairs in the town government office. He received a call from the beggar gang guardian who was investigating Wu Yunshan's whereabouts.

"Mr. Bei, I am in Yongcheng now. I have been following this guy Wu Yunshan," the Guardian Hui reported.

"Yongcheng." Bei Xiaomo frowned and asked, "Why is he going to Yongcheng?"

"This kid has been with a group of little devils. He doesn't know what he is doing. Now he is in the mountains," the protector replied.

The protector was obviously on the way. There was a whistling wind coming from the microphone.

Bei Xiaomo felt very strange. What on earth did this boy want to do together with the little devil? And he kept digging into the mountains. Could it be...

Thinking of this, Bei Xiaomo became alert. Yongcheng is not far from Bei Xiaomo's hometown. It is a strategic outpost on the coast of the East China Sea.

"You must follow closely and see what they are going to do." Bei Xiaomo ordered. "Pay attention to some of the surrounding facilities and signs."

The protector sighed and suddenly exclaimed, "This kid is probably a spy. There is a sign indicating a military restricted area where they are entering now. They clearly saw it..."

Bei Xiaomo was startled. His guess seemed to be accurate. He was about to give instructions to the protector when he heard him say: "Those little devils are taking pictures now. Grandma. These devils must be spies. Mr. Bei, do you want me to go now?" Get rid of them."

Bei Xiaomo shouted quickly. "Don't act rashly. You just need to keep an eye on them. Report any situation at any time."

After hanging up the phone, Bei Xiaomo hurriedly called the third brother and briefly explained the matter. He told him, "Hurry up and go to the transfer station at my old Bei's house. Tell them about the situation."

Bei Xiaomo knew that it was impossible to take down such a spy gang with a second-generation official background with the power of a small town party committee secretary. Besides, he didn't know if Wu Yunshan had the support of his father Wu Gang. The only way

Leverage the power of the family.

At this time, he complained a little about the old man's weird arrangement. The transfer station did not allow the use of any modern communication methods. All contacts were delivered by person. Keeping it secret was confidential, but it also took time.

Originally, he wanted to go there in person. But in the end, he thought about it. He had to take the expressway to Nanhua Market. He would be delayed for more than an hour. He asked the third brother to go directly. He could arrive in about four hours.

The sooner this kind of thing is notified to the relevant parties, the better it can be controlled.

After instructing the third brother to go to the transfer station, Bei Xiaomo asked the old gang leader to summon all the kung fu disciples of the Beggar Clan and rush to Yongcheng at a high speed so that the protector who was following Wu Yunshan could be nearby to help when he was in danger. Especially in order to help the protector who was following Wu Yunshan when he was in danger.

At the critical moment, directly control Wu Yunshan and that group of little devils.

For Bei Xiaomo, this is undoubtedly driven by a mission. National secrets must not be leaked. Bei Xiaomo is willing to spend all his life to defend it. He is even willing to sacrifice his life in exchange. As a citizen of a country, this is the highest level.

mission.

After the arrangements were made, Bei Xiaomo waited nervously.

At this time, Zhao Goucheng called. He was so excited that he spoke incoherently on the phone. "Secretary Bei, it's such a happy event. Oh, it's an eye-opener. It's really an eye-opener for me."

"What a stupid thing. Can't you explain it more clearly?" Bei Xiaomo shouted dissatisfied. "Hurry up and calm down your breathing before we talk."

After listening for a long time, I finally understood. It turned out that when the ruins of Wulong Temple were excavated in Wulong Village, a golden Buddha was unearthed.

When Bei Xiaomo heard this, he immediately ordered, "Don't be happy now. Hurry up and arrange forces to strengthen protection. I will notify the Cultural Relics Bureau now. This is a national treasure. There must be no mistakes."

Bei Xiaomo thought to himself. Villagers who visited graves in the past even unearthed incense burners that were thousands of years old. It seems that this golden Buddha is not too young. If it is not from the Sui and Tang Dynasties, it may be from before the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

But Zhao Goucheng was still chattering. "Secretary Bei, you'd better come over. This golden Buddha is very special."

"What's so special about it?" Bei Xiaomo asked. "No matter how special it is, we have to wait for someone from the Cultural Relics Bureau to identify it. By the way, the two experts didn't say what dynasty it was from."

"It's important to be careful. It has something to do with you." Zhao Goucheng spoke urgently. "You should come over quickly and have a look. The whole village, old and young, is here. They are all surprised."

Bei Xiaomo laughed and cursed, "Your stupid flattery is getting better and better. I am just a human being. What does this have to do with this golden Buddha?"

"Oops. I'm talking about Secretary Bei. Can you understand when you come over and take a look? I'm stupid and can't explain clearly on the phone." Zhao Goucheng was really anxious and stuttered when he spoke.

Bei Xiaomo thought about it. Anyway, he was too busy staying in this shabby office. There was no way there would be any news from Yongcheng and Third Brother so soon. He might as well go to Oolong Village and take a look at this shit.

What kind of medicine is sold in Zhao Gou Sheng's gourd?

Arriving at Wulong Village, Bei Xiaomo was stunned.

A red sacrificial table was placed at the entrance of the village, with various sacrificial supplies on it. Lanterns and colorful lights were hung everywhere. There were people playing and beating, and the crowd was filled with darkness.

After getting off the car, Bei Xiaomo was immediately surrounded by the villagers. Some people took the lead and knelt down. Then the whole village kneeled down holding three sticks of incense.

"Folks, what is going on here?" Bei Xiaomo was shocked. He quickly went to help the person kneeling at the front and shouted repeatedly, "Don't waste my life, please get up and talk."

It was hard to persuade the people to get up, but they were all so excited that they could not speak. Bei Xiaomo saw the elder Tai Ye kneeling in the crowd. He quickly stepped forward and pulled them up. "Master, what on earth is going on? Kill me like this." .”

"A happy event. A huge happy event. I told you that you were a god descending to earth, and you really did appear." The old man trembled with excitement.

Bei Xiaomo was surrounded by the crowd and walked towards the incense table. On the incense table was enshrined a golden Buddha covered with red silk.

"Why are they covered?" Bei Xiaomo was puzzled.

"Secretary Bei, you still need to uncover this golden Buddha in person. We don't dare to do it," the old man said.

What kind of plane are they doing? Bei Xiaomo muttered in his heart. He stepped forward and opened the red silk. In an instant, he was also dumbfounded.

This is not a golden Buddha. This is obviously a statue of himself. The nose, eyes, and expression are all replicas of his Bei Xiaomo.

"This. This is really excavated from the ruins." Bei Xiaomo saw two experts at the scene in a trance. He quickly stepped forward to ask.

The two experts nodded.

"What era is this from?" Bei Xiaomo asked again. He even suspected that one of his fans in Oolong Village secretly made this golden Buddha and buried it in the soil.

"This is a statue from the Song Dynasty," the two experts said with certainty.

"Song Dynasty." Bei Xiaomo collapsed. He knew that the shape of this Buddha statue was different in each dynasty. Could it be that the Buddha statues worshiped by people in the Song Dynasty were shaped according to their own face molds.

At this time, Master Huiguang came with eminent monks and sages. He recited the Buddha's name to Bei Xiaomo, "Amitabha. Secretary Bei is destined to be a Buddha. This is the testimony."

Master Huiguang smiled and took another brocade box from the incense table. He opened it and motioned to Bei Xiaomo to open a piece of yellow silk inside.

It didn't matter that he opened it. Bei Xiaomo was shocked again.

It says that in the late Song Dynasty, there was a general who resisted foreign humiliation. After fighting until there was no soldier left, he cut his own throat and committed suicide. Fortunately, he was carried back to Wulong Temple by an eminent monk. After saving his life, he This Wulong Temple became a monk.

The strange thing is that this general is named Bei Xiaotian, which is exactly the same name that Bei Xiaomo used when he was trying to avoid trouble before becoming an official.

This dirty joke also records that General Bei Xiaomo has been loyal and loyal for generations. He defended the country from foreign enemies in troubled times and killed traitors with his sword in peacetime.

Bei Xiaomo was in a trance for a while. He felt more and more incredible. What was even more strange was that when he held this yellow silk cloth in his hand, he actually heard the constant sound of fighting. His whole body was filled with endless power.

Master Huiguang seemed to sense something. After reciting the Buddha's name several times, he said to Bei Xiaomo: "Later lives are the result of the causes planted in previous lives. Secretary Bei does not need to be too surprised. This is all reincarnation. Think about it carefully. Along the way, are there some opportunities?"

Bei Xiaomo nodded. His journey has indeed been difficult, but he has always maintained a pure heart and fought against corrupt officials. Isn't it exactly the way listed on this yellow silk cloth to kill traitorous ministers with a sword in peacetime?

"Amitabha. Secretary Bei, you will have a long journey along the way. This yellow silk cloth is easy to collect." Master Huiguang nodded to Bei Xiaomo and said, "This golden Buddha must be enshrined in Wulong Temple."

Bei Xiaomo looked at Master Huiguang and heard that there was something in his words.
Chapter completed!