Chapter 44 There is a big problem and you use yourself as bait
"How many people? What's wrong?" Chang Xiao asked.
Manager Lin said: "There is only one. The man looks no different from Master Chen Xian last night, but he has a ring on his finger. Most people may not know the format of this ring, but I have seen it in the past few years. It is still a ring.
The gravedigger dug it up from inside the tomb, saying it was the tomb of an official in the Hongwu period, and it is said that the ring finger was pulled off the finger of the owner of the tomb."
Chang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it for a while, he finally understood the meaning of Manager Lin's words. Manager Lin meant that the man was from the government and had some official status. How could someone like Chen Zhuo be involved with someone from the government?
And if this person was really an official in the government, why would he be in plainclothes?
Chang Xiao glanced at Manager Lin, who nodded firmly and said with certainty: "It's absolutely correct! Even without this finger ring, I'm sure that person must have an official status!"
Manager Lin Chang Xiao still understands this person a little bit. Although he is a bit slippery in the world, he is more pragmatic and knows how to measure. He will never lie to his master. He is so sure that it means there are 100% chance of success.
Be able to determine the identity of the other party with sufficient confidence.
Manager Lin then suggested: "Sir, this kind of thing can be big or small. We'd better not have anything to do with the people in the government. Who knows what dirty business they are doing. Although we have a special status, this kind of unclear thing cannot be understood."
You shouldn't get involved casually." Manager Lin was afraid that Chang Xiao wouldn't understand the situation, so he also emphasized a few things like the collusion between officials and gangsters, which caused families to be destroyed.
Chang Xiao frowned for a moment and then nodded. It seems that Chen Zhuo is still not easy to mess with!
But he didn't want to give up on Chen Zhuo just like that. Chen Zhuo was the only one who had some moral integrity in their journey. According to what Chen Zhuo said, Chang Xiao did indeed lead the Yuan out of the body and into the Niwan Palace in his mind. Such a character
But it was hard to find, so Chang Xiao thought for a moment and said, "Where are they? I'll go and have a look!" Since he couldn't bear to leave, he had to go and see for himself what was going on.
Chang Xiao swallowed up all the food on the table like a storm, then rinsed his mouth, wiped his mouth clean, tidied his hair, and then walked out of the house under the leadership of Manager Lin.
At this time, Chen Zhuo was standing next to a man in his forties, standing with his hands tied, his eyes sparkling with tears, and he was telling the story of Uncle Wu's death.
This man has a square face with Chinese characters and a scholar's beard. He looks a little tired. He obviously came all the way in a hurry.
His body is slightly fatter, and he is sitting in a chair with a straight posture, his eyes are slightly open, and he has his own rules.
Sure enough, as Manager Lin said, you can tell by just looking at this person's demeanor that he must have an official status, even if you don't look at his fingers. Some things cannot be faked, nor can they be hidden just because you want to. Especially...
The legal momentum of every move.
Chen Zhuo spoke very excitedly, but the man's face showed no expression, as if he was listening to the life and death of a person who had nothing to do with him.
After listening to Chen Zhuoshu, the man asked: "Is the living Buddha safe now?"
Chen Zhuo nodded and said: "Go back to Mr. Wu, who has been picked up by Zhang Ruan. There are seven brothers in their group. I carried a dummy on my back to attract the monk's attention along the way. No one will intercept them.
I think Zhang Ruan, Brother Zhang and the others will be able to reach the capital in three or two days' journey."
Mr. Wu tapped his fingers lightly on the table, nodded, and then said: "You did a good job. Don't take my brother's death too seriously. There is no tomorrow for people who do what we do. It's better than a sergeant who goes into battle to fight."
They are both dangerous and dangerous, so we must keep a clear eye on the two words of life and death."
Hearing this, Chen Zhuo's tears that had stopped welled up again. He knelt down in front of Lord Wu and said, "Sir, I want to avenge Uncle Wu, and I want to rescue Uncle Wu's soul!"
Lord Wu waved his hand, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Chang's laughter coming from outside the door. Chen Zhuo quickly got up from the ground, wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and went to open the door.
Mr. Wu also changed his expression and stood up to greet him.
Chang Xiao laughed first when he entered the room, "I heard that Brother Chen's friend is here, so Chang came here for a while."
Lord Wu changed his demeanor and stepped forward with a smile: "Wu has met Mr. Chang. You are the master. I should have gone to visit Mr. Chang."
Chang laughed and laughed, but his eyes were not idle. He glanced at Mr. Wu, and it was immediately clear in his mind that Manager Lin was right, this person must have an official status.
Chang Xiao sat down with Mr. Wu and talked about something that was not nutritious. Mr. Wu's open mouth was weatherproof. Chang Xiao went around in circles with him for several times without making any progress. Chang Xiao smiled and found a break to talk directly.
He opened his mouth and asked, "I wonder what Mr. Wu needs Chang to do?"
Mr. Wu was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled. The contracted aura in his body was released immediately, and he naturally assumed the posture of a superior. He cupped his hands in front of Chang Xiao and said, "Young Master Chang has a sharp eye like a torch.
Wu does have some official status, and he also has some official business to deal with when he comes out this time, but it will definitely not be any disadvantage to Mr. Chang. It is just because the bandits are causing trouble and the road is not peaceful, so I hope to go to the capital with Mr. Chang. "
Mr. Wu is as slippery as a loach and can't be caught. The so-called "official" has two meanings. Those who believe in being an official would be happier if they bought themselves directly. It is impossible to laugh at such unnutritious words. I believe it, but Mr. Wu doesn't want to say it, and he can't ask in detail. Knowing some things is worse than not knowing. After taking a look at Chen Zhuo, Chang Xiao left.
Manager Lin followed Chang Xiao, wanting to ask Chang Xiao what he meant. Manager Lin had been traveling all over the world for most of his life, and he had a clear mind. Looking at Mr. Wu, he had an intuition that there must be something wrong if he continued to stay.
He was afraid that Chang Xiao would not leave, so he tried to dissuade him several times, but when Chang Xiao frowned and remained silent, he had no choice but to wait.
When Chang Xiao walked to the door of his house, he looked up at the sky. Chang Xiao thought it was already about two or three o'clock in the afternoon, so he asked: "Let's leave now. Is there anywhere we can go in the evening?"
When Manager Lin saw that Chang Xiao was planning to leave, he felt happy, but then he frowned, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I have to live in a mountain den."
Chang Xiao frowned and thought for a while, and finally said: "Go and tell our people to go to bed now, hit the road after dark, and leave here! Stay up all night and find a place to rest tomorrow morning!"
Manager Lin was stunned. Although he didn't want to stay for a moment for safety reasons, he just wanted to leave now and find a place to rest at night. He quickly said: "Sir, traveling at night is too risky. If you can't, let's leave now."
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Chang Xiao shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter at night. Anyway, we are on official business all the way. Let them have enough sleep and be energetic at night. I see that Mr. Wu has a murderous aura. He is not doing business in any way. Even if he is
He has an official status, but it is also a shameful official status. If we continue to hang out with him here, the consequences are unpredictable, so we would rather risk our way." Chang Xiao did not say one thing, he felt that this Master Wu did not possess Taoism.
Chang Xiao immediately lost interest in taking risks.
Manager Lin thought for a while, then nodded and went to give the order.
At this time, on the other side of the inn, several people came quietly into the room where the shopkeeper, Deji, was, each one dressed as a lama.
The leader was a fat lama with a ferocious appearance. He weighed two hundred and fifty-six kilograms. When he sat on the chair and moved slightly, the chair creaked and groaned, as if it was about to collapse at any time. He followed suit.
He looked at the room where Chen Zhuo was sitting through the crack in the window. He ignored Chang Xiao who had just come out of Chen Zhuo's room and asked in a hoarse voice: "Deji, are you sure that boy has hidden the Living Buddha?"
Deji nodded, and he had to be respectful to the fat lama. Although he had the same status as Harpa, his status was higher than his, and his cultivation level was also stronger than his. He nodded and said: "
Xieba, you can’t go wrong. Now I just don’t know where he hid the Living Buddha! I have been chasing behind him for the past few days, and I just lost him yesterday. Now I think that the Buddha should be hidden by him.
Far!"
Xieba's small eyes hidden behind the fat narrowed slightly, and then he slammed the table and cursed: "Deji, you idiot, did your head get trampled by a yak? The living Buddha must have been trampled by that long ago.
The boy is sent away! When you chased after this boy, did you confirm that he was carrying a living Buddha?"
Deji was stunned, and then frowned slightly. We all have the same identity as Harba. Although your status is slightly higher than mine, you can't be so rude to me! Deji didn't say this because he was reminded by this Xieba.
He also noticed something strange.
Deji is not as stupid as he looks, but is quite smart. However, he has been chasing behind Chen Zhuo, and Chen Zhuo has always been running away alone with a child on his back. He thought that the person Chen Zhuo was carrying must be the Living Buddha.
Now that I think about it, I know that may not be the case!
Deji also stood up suddenly, his face changing from blue to white.
Xieba's small eyes flickered twice and then said: "Kumba, come and find the whereabouts of the Living Buddha!"
Kumba was a thin lama standing next to Xieba. This lama was as thin as a dead branch used for making fire, dry and shriveled, and would break in half when the wind blew.
Kumba shivered slightly when he heard the words, but he still calmed down and took out a disc from his arms. This disc was fifteen centimeters in size. It was a tin disc that was polished until it sparkled like a mirror.
Behind the tin plate is a large Sanskrit inscription. Within the dark Sanskrit inscriptions are restrained countless souls. Each of these souls is dull and languid, as thin as this Kumba.
Kumba took a deep breath, then showed a pious look on his face, bowed to Xieba and said: "Kumba's brother and old mother, please take care of Xieba and Harba Duoduo!"
Xieba showed a solemn expression on his face, nodded solemnly and said: "Don't worry, Kumba, you are dedicating yourself to the living Buddha. Don't say that I have to take care of your brother and mother. Even Khenpo Deren will not let them suffer."
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A faint smile appeared on Kumba's face, and he felt relaxed for a while. It seemed that everything was put down at this moment. Then he turned around, held the tin plate in both hands, and recited a sentence of Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.
As Kumba chanted, Kumba's body became thinner and thinner, and his skin even began to appear dry and cracked. The tin plate seemed to have some magic power absorbing his vitality. The souls sealed in Sanskrit on the back of the tin plate began to howl miserably.
When he screamed, the ups and downs of the sound were exactly the same as the Buddhist sutras chanted by Kumba, except that Kumba's sutras were full of majesty, while those of the soul were filled with miserable cries.