(12 o'clock, on time, today's third shift, this time it's a 4,000-word chapter!

Whether Wu Guang will repeat the mistakes of the past, Li Yundao is not clear, but at least Senior Sister Green Lotus can be quiet for a while.

Li Yundao enjoys his current student status, after all, this may be the last period of his life when he is a pure student.

After the Spring Festival, many people in the seminar are still indulging in the festive atmosphere, but the state of the fat man who has suffered an emotional blow is different from most people, in recent days, the fat man who was dozing off in class is very active, and has almost become the only guy who can make eye contact with the Yale professor who jumps up and down except Li Yundao.

After class this day, everyone left, and only Li Yundao and Le Fatzi were left in the classroom.

Lotte looked at Li Yundao, who was still writing hard, and asked in some surprise, "What have you been writing?"

Li Yundao, who kept waving the pen in his hand, didn't raise his head, and said: "There is a paper on the trend of medieval philosophy, I am assisting the teacher to solve the problem, and I finally found some ideas, if I don't write it down quickly, I'm afraid I'll forget it later." ”

Lotte nodded: "I'm going to go to Guangji Temple later, do you want to go together?" Le Fatzi was naturally broken up that day and wandered to Guangji Temple on the outskirts of Beijing, and became friends with the young brother of the old abbot of Guangji Temple, Monk Zhiyuan, and recently walked around the temple quite frequently.

Li Yundao looked at the time on his phone, shook his head and said, "It may be too late today." "Old Wu only gave Li Yundao two weeks to solve the problem, and there are still a lot of materials to consult, which will take a lot of time.

Lotte said regretfully: "It's not a big deal, I'll go and pick up the things I forgot in Zhiyuan a few days ago, and by the way, talk to Monk Zhiyuan about life for a while." Well, I've been bragging to him that I have a roommate who has studied Buddhism a lot, and if I really want him to argue it, Zhiyuan may not win. So I originally planned to pull you to fill the façade today, after all, you are much better than me in this kind of thing. ”

Li Yundao said with a smile: "Don't be fooled by the monk to cut your hair and become a monk." Li Yundao saw the lingering sadness in the fat man's eyebrows, and knew that the fat man was forcing a smile these days, but sometimes men have to grow up in pain and suffering.

Lotte had already walked to the door of the classroom, and turned back and smiled: "I want to cut my hair and become a monk, but the abbot may not accept it!

In fact, Li Yundao still likes fat people in this state very much, there is an inexplicable positive motivation, and a little humor, such a fat man is much cuter than the guy who only knows how to eat steamed buns every day.

Sure enough, falling out of love is the catalyst that promotes a man's true maturity.

Lotte himself feels that he has matured a lot these days. In particular, he suddenly discovered that this is a world where all laws are connected—this is the conclusion he came to by chatting with the monks about life at Guangji Temple at the beginning of the first month.

Lotte does not believe in Buddhism, and as a party member, he is a believer in doctrine, but this does not prevent him from chatting with Monk Zhiyuan. This is called the interconnectedness of all laws, but the perspective of looking at that law is different.

Zhiyuan is a great monk, not an abbot, but in the Guangji Temple with a history of thousands of years of status is quite high, the understanding of Buddhism is unique, many aspects to Lotte a lot of inspiration, especially when the fat man said that he fell out of love, that Zhiyuan said that this life must be fate, if it is a bad fate, it must be a debt in the previous life, this life to make up for it, if it is a good fate, one day can be cultivated to achieve positive results.

Lotte himself didn't expect that he, who was engaged in discipline inspection and supervision, would one day break into a thousand-year-old temple because of a broken love, and he also saw it at first sight with a monk who had recited Buddhist scriptures for most of his life.

It's all fate!

However, Le Fatzi still felt that if he introduced the funny monk Zhiyuan to his roommate Li Yundao, if the two of them met together, it would definitely be a better thing.

When smart people and smart people come together, then maybe there will be a legendary chemical reaction!

Lotte hummed "broken shoes, broken hats" out of the subway, and saw the thousand-year-old temple under the sunset from a distance, the breeze came slowly, and the fat man smiled.

In this world, in addition to love, there are actually many things worth pursuing, such as truth, friendship, and girls...... Phew!

The truth always becomes clearer and clearer, especially with the wise.

In the past few days, Lotte feels as if he has touched a certain threshold, this feeling is very mysterious, maybe he will argue with the monk Zhiyuan again tonight, many things that were not sorted out before and couldn't figure it out, may be figured out at the moment of Daigo's empowerment.

Wandering to the ancient temple in the twilight, Le Fat suddenly felt that something was not right, usually at this time, there should always be pilgrims on the return trip, but at this time not only not a single pilgrim could not be seen, even the bald monks who could occasionally be seen in the past also disappeared without a trace.

Frowning and suspiciously entering the ancient temple, a young monk with a small stature walked up, and when he saw Le Fat, his face instantly changed, and he almost ran from the steps next to the hall to escape from Lotte's sight.

Lotte scratched his head: "Lao Tzu doesn't eat people, what are you doing so fast!"

Zhiyuan's meditation room is in the depths of the ancient temple, a wooden building has two floors, and Zhiyuan lives on the second floor. The weight of the fat man makes the wooden steps creak, but the breeze accompanied by the faint sandalwood will make people feel a special elegant charm.

It's just that this elegance only lasted less than three seconds, and then an old monk folded his hands and said with a Buddha name: "The donor is looking for Senior Brother Zhiyuan?"

The fat man recognized that this was the abbot master of this Guangji Temple and the senior brother of the monk Zhiyuan.

Lotte nodded and smiled: "I brought him a vegetarian bun of Xianweiguan, Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan......" The fat man called, he knew that at this time, it should be the time for the monk Zhiyuan to sit in the meditation room.

The old monk was expressionless: "Donor, my senior brother Zhiyuan died the night before yesterday. ”

"Death?" Lotte was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened, "Old monk, what did you say? You said that Monk Zhiyuan died? How could it be? I was still discussing the origin of this world with him in his room the night before yesterday, it was impossible, it was impossible, it was impossible......" Lotte felt that the old monk must have made a mistake.

"Monks, don't say anything, please come back!" the old monk folded his hands and gave the salute again.

Lotte frowned and looked at the old monk: "Isn't it that Zhiyuan doesn't want to see me?"

The old monk sighed, was silent for a moment, and said, "You come with me." ”

Lotte had just walked with the old monk to the atrium of the temple, and several men with strong bodies and obvious protrusions from their waists quietly gathered towards the atrium.

One of the middle-aged men with a gloomy face showed his ID: "I am Liu Feng of the Beijing Criminal Investigation Corps, you are suspected of murdering Pan Lingfeng and Master Zhiyuan, please come with us!"

Lotte was stunned and said in surprise: "The kid surnamed Pan is also dead?"

Liu Feng, who claimed to be a criminal policeman, didn't explain much, just sneered and waved his hand: "Clamp it up!"

Lotte took a few steps back, and the detectives rushed up.

Lotte was scared in his heart, and ran into one of them, and with his weight advantage, he actually hit that person and stumbled.

"Chase!" Liu Feng didn't expect the suspect to dare to resist the law, so he picked up his companion and shouted.

Where did Lotte dare to stay longer, but his brain was spinning rapidly, why did he suddenly Zhiyuan die, Pan Lingfeng also died, but he inexplicably became a murder suspect?

The police in the back chased after him, and Lotte estimated that he couldn't escape, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone to dial Li Yundao's phone, but at this critical moment, the phone was pulled over, and the guy who was writing in the classroom turned off the phone.

Lotte had no choice, so he pressed a number casually, and it was Wu Zhuoen, who was drinking together in Ziyuji that night.

"What's wrong with you, brother, are you out of breath?" Wu Zhuoen called and heard the voice of the fat man, so he joked that he had a lot of exchanges with the fat man when he drank that night, and he also liked this funny young man in his heart.

Lotte glanced back at the policemen who were getting closer and closer, gasped and said quickly: "Quick, help me Li Yundao, Lao Tzu has been framed as a murderer!"

Wu Zhuoen thought that Lotte was joking, and said with a smile: "Fatty, what time are you drinking like this?"

Lotte roared: "I'll drink you turtle son, quickly help Lao Tzu find Li Yundao, otherwise this time it will really be planted, you tell him, Pan Lingfeng is dead, and now the police want to arrest me!"

After all, the fat man weighed 90 kilograms, and his body of fat greatly affected his running speed, but fortunately, by being familiar with the terrain of the temple, he was ahead for a while, but before he could finish the call, he was thrown to the ground by the policeman who chased after him.

"Damn, fuck me!" Liu Feng kicked the fat man viciously, "Holy shit, run, you run again......"

"Team Liu!"

Someone reminded Liu Feng, and Liu Feng remembered that the fat man still had an official status, but he still glared at the fat man a few times: "Be honest, otherwise you will suffer!"

Wu Enzhuo on the other end of the phone heard the fat man's painful cries and vicious scolding, and immediately realized that the fat man should not be joking, and hurriedly asked his companions beside him: "Do you know where Li Yundao is at this moment?"

The man next to him: "I just passed by their class and saw him in the classroom, as if he was writing!"

"I'm having diarrhea, you guys go to the party!" Wu Enzhuo shoved the book in his hand into his companion's hand, and ran to the classroom.

Just when Lotte was being escorted into the police car, a short but unusually stocky dwarf man was climbing out of the corner of the courtyard wall of Guangji Temple with his bare hands, his movements were as agile as an ape, and the three-meter-high temple wall was like flat ground.

Squatting in the dead grass next to the temple and watching the police car whistle and leave, the short man breathed a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Boss, is it okay to pay!"

Then, with the phone hanging up, he squatted in the grass and stared at the phone screen.

After about two minutes, the phone screen lit up again.

A text message indicating that a bank account has arrived. He counted the zeros on the screen, and finally the corners of his lips raised, and he said to himself: "Two lives, a total of five million, if you do such a good job twice, hehe...... Won't that be sent?"

He got up from the grass and dusted himself - he should be able to sleep well tomorrow, and he hasn't closed his eyes at all after staying up late every night for the past few days.

He walked on the path leading to the back door of the ancient temple, humming a song from an unknown place in Cangzhou, Hebei.

In the distance, a faltering beggar, unkempt, barefoot in the cold weather, with two shoes of different shapes and colors, and a bamboo pole that seemed to be used to pick up garbage.

Far away, he could smell the stench emanating from the beggars.

He frowned.

He held his breath as he passed by.

Just when he was about to take a long breath, a strong wind suddenly sounded behind his head, and he subconsciously looked back, and suddenly his soul was in a hurry: a black iron rod was sweeping towards the back of his head, where did he dare to hesitate, and quickly turned sideways.

The iron rod almost grazed the tip of his nose and smashed to the ground, and after hitting the ground, the momentum continued unabated, and with a bang, the cement pavement was smashed into a fist-sized hole.

The short man was shocked with cold juice, if it wasn't for his quick reaction, if this stick really hit his head, it would have been a brain burst and death on the spot.

With a missed blow, the iron rod suddenly rose and slammed into his chest, which he avoided and could only leap slightly, so that the rod could be smashed into the soft abdomen instead of the fatal chest.

Bang! He flew into the air, and then hit the ground with a bang, smashing the bushes on the side of the road.

The blow knocked his internal organs out of place, and he raised his head, blood gushing out of his mouth.

stared at the beggar who was carrying the solid iron rod and walked towards him step by step.

"Haha...... Hahaha...... "The short man who vomited blood had red eyes, "I want to kill people?"

The beggar was expressionless, dragging his lame left leg, and said word by word: "The glamorous and ghostly people dare to spread wild in the capital!"

The short man wiped the blood from his mouth, looked at the beggar and said, "How much money did they promise to give you?" ”

In this world, most people who pin their heads to their belts and do this kind of dirty work are doing it for money.

He knew very well that the beggar in front of him would do nothing but kill people.

The beggar still didn't have any change in expression: "Money is not that important to everyone. ”

The hand falls with a stick, and the head also falls.

The beggar moved quickly, and it took him almost no time to put the corpse into his backpack, sprinkle some white powder on the ground, press the iron rod into the bamboo sleeve, and staggered on the road again.

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