Chapter 239 Revenge

Chapter 239 Revenge

In the early morning, the Great Buddha Temple where Zhang Xiaolin had been to!

The fragrance of wood floats, the wooden fish rings, surrounding the renovated Buddha Hall. The three-meter-high Buddha also stands again on the high board, looking down at a man in black dress on the futon, clasping his hands, bowing his head, loosening his shoulders, lowering his belly, curves, and bowing. The man makes every move very heavy. //Welcome to read //

Since the Great Buddha Hall was destroyed by the smallest, its popularity has become much quieter. After all, the collapse of the Buddha's golden body gives people an ominous premonition, and the Buddha statue without incense has also lacked some background, so there have been almost no pilgrims coming to the Great Buddha Hall these days, and the man in black dress is the first.

Looking at the coldness that shines through his pious eyes and a large stack of red banknotes, the old monk who hit the wooden fish opened his eyes slightly, as if he saw a hell Shura worshiping. He couldn't help but sigh that the Buddha had no boundless magic power, and even the extremely vicious people could influence me. I, Buddha, was merciful.

Just then, I became shocked!

"The Buddha is here, bless me with the Scars to the best of the wind!"

The man in black dress shouted loudly: "Kill Zhao Heng to avenge the gang leader!"

The purity and solemnity of the temple were broken by the shouts of the black-dressed man. The murderous intent became even stronger in the peace of the Buddha. However, the black-dressed man kowtowed again and shouted: "God blocks kill gods and ghosts, Buddha, bless Scars, cut off Zhao Heng's head, and pay ten thousand yuan to repay the wish of thousands of blood!"

"If you don't give face, I will crush you."

Then, the man in black dress patted his body. The scar that used to worship Buddha with Zhang Xiaolin was naturally clear about the etiquette of the temple. He once felt persistent and pious in his heart, but Zhang Xiaolin's death made him lose all his thoughts. What kind of Buddha's blessing is that he doesn't know the so-called clouds.

Zhang Xiaolin has been pious for more than ten years, and he can't count the amount of money he pays attention to. The Buddha's thick golden body cannot be separated from Zhang Xiaolin's sincerity. However, such a believer, the Buddha allowed him to be attacked by an assassin in front of him, allowing him to give way to Zhao Heng's conspiracy and die tragically.

So Scar came to the Great Buddha Hall today to mock the noble Buddha, and directly threatened the three-meter Buddha statue without hesitation. When he left, he stretched out his finger and shot at the Buddha's heart. The old monk who was knocking on the wooden fish trembled and the stick in his hand stopped slightly.

Then he returned to peace: "Anita!"

Scar sneered and turned around and walked out of the Great Buddha Hall, then flashed into a Heavenly King Hall next to him without notice. When he sat down in a corner, two fierce men immediately guarded the door and dragged out a sign that pilgrims stopped, turning the Heavenly King Hall into a quiet place.

"If you don't respect Buddha, aren't you afraid of being in danger of being reborn?"

On a cushion, the graceful and luxurious Mrs. Du knelt on it, kowtowed three times to the Buddha, then stood up with a cane, then sat back on her wheelchair, and just leaned against the back of the chair, she looked at the scar: "It's better to be polite to Buddha!"

"I'm already polite enough!"

The scar man pulled a chair and sat down, and spoke coldly in the incense: "I respected 20,000 yuan in incense and oil, kowtowed nine times, and promised to pay 10,000 yuan when the matter was completed. I, a person who never prayed to God and Buddha, knelt down today. I have done the ultimate to the Buddha."

"My etiquette is done, it depends on whether the Buddha will give you face!"

The scar man took out a cigarette and pointed at the Buddha in the Heavenly King's Palace and gritted his teeth: "If it does not bless me, then I will not only not respect it, but I will also crush it and ashes and will never turn over. What is the use of keeping something that even the believers cannot meet the small requirements of it?"

"It seems that Zhang Xiaolin's death has made you crazy."

Mrs. Du could see the angry that the scar man was holding back. If he hadn't wanted to have a little more protection from the gods, Zhang Xiaolin's death would have caused him to smash the entire temple. So he pointed to the wheelchair with a finger and said, "I came out today, just for Zhang Xiaolin's face. Why did you ask me to come out?"

Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered something: "You might have asked me to hide or leave Huahai for you, right? This is not a small problem. Now the thousands of Qing Gangs are looking for you, and Zhao Heng also paid a lot of money to ask for your head. Although you killed Hei Bai Wuchang, it is difficult to find safety."

"I'm not leaving."

The scar man poked the cigarette on Muxiang, lit it, and put it in his mouth and said, "Gangmaster Zhang is my Scar's benefactor. He is now stabbed by a villain secretly and has also seized the entire Qing gang. Even if I am torn to pieces, I will kill Zhao Heng, otherwise how can I face Gangmaster Zhang?"

Mrs. Du smiled faintly: "You want to kill Zhao Heng?"

The scar man nodded slightly, spit out a big smoke ring and replied: "That's right! I want to kill Zhao Heng! And I'm killing him at all costs. But I'm weak now. Not to mention killing him, it's difficult to get close to him, so I want my wife to help me."

"Help you? Don't you find it ridiculous?"

A trace of sarcasm flashed across Mrs. Du's face, and she straightened her chest slightly and said: "You all say you are weak and it's difficult to get close to Zhao Heng. Do you want me to help you? Help you kill him? I have killed Zhao Heng many times, but it turned out that I ended in a crushing defeat. I was discouraged."

As Scar's gaze, Mrs. Du said with a calm look: "I can't kill him! Besides, my relationship with Zhao Heng has just eased. If I really help you kill him, it will not only make me completely evil with him, but my husband and daughter will also stay away from me. Besides, you may not be able to kill Zhao Heng."

She looked calm: "For an unsure factor, do I think I will take such a great risk? So I will not send someone to participate in your killing Zhao Heng. For Zhang Xiaolin's sake, I will not report you to Zhao Heng. I think I have never seen you today, go!"

"Madam, is it testing me?"

The scar man did not leave disappointed. On the contrary, a smile surged on his face: "If the wife really didn't have the will to kill Zhao Heng, then you wouldn't come to see me today, nor would you say your concerns. You drove me away by retreating, but you just wanted me to tell my trump card."

"Madam, I don't need you to give me money and help me!"

Scar gave Mrs. Du a reassurance and said, "I have both money and people, and I don't lack the means to kill Zhao Heng. Now I only lack one opportunity to get close to him. Only the wife can help me with this opportunity, especially if you say that your relationship with Zhao Heng is eased, which will prove that my idea is correct!"

Mrs. Du's face was as cold as ever. She had already captured the meaning of the scar man: "Do you want me to invite Zhao Heng out and then enter your ambush circle and kill me? Let me do Wang Erxiao's work? It's good idea, but in this way, I am destined to be suspicious of Zhao Heng."

She also showed a playful look: "Maybe I will get in there myself."

"Madam is so polite! It seems that Madam still doesn't believe me!"

The scar man obviously had a plan in his mind, and added with a cold smile: "Then let me talk about my plan. Madam, you have always liked to watch Beijing operas, so I spent 10 million yesterday and invited the Beijing Opera Troupe to Huahai to sing opera through relationships, right in Huahai's small theater."

"In two days, the troupe will arrive in Huahai, only gift tickets are not sold!"

Speaking of this, the scar man stared at Mrs. Du and said meaningfully: "Madam, just ask Zhao Heng to go to the small theater to watch the show. We will do the rest. Don't worry, no matter whether the success or failure of the final thing will not involve you. At worst, I can shoot and scratch you!"

"As long as you are injured, how can anyone doubt you?"

Mrs. Du's face remained calm and she greeted the scar man calmly: "What I want to do is just ask Zhao Heng? You can't help but kill Zhao Heng too easily. The Du family's bodyguards will search any place. If the small theater is dead, they can accommodate a hundred people."

"It's too easy to search. Are you fighting with Zhao Heng with bare hands?"

"Madam wise!"

The scar man laughed and spoke confidently: "You really need to do another favor! I hope my wife will bring fewer people by then, and I hope my wife will help us bring our weapons in!" At this point, he whispered to Mrs. Du about his plan, no matter how big or small.

"A little bit of a good thing!"

At the end, Mrs. Du nodded and then asked lightly:

"How many people do you have?"

The scar man smiled without a trace, and his vague answer:

"A five-meter distance, with a gun in hand, is enough to kill Zhao Heng!"

ps: As the end of the month approaches, all the brothers holding flowers smashed the ho.

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