After listening to my order, Yaksha immediately began to communicate with the other mercenaries.

He also gestured from time to time, which was too professional, and it should be the "terminology" of the army, which I didn't understand very well.

Lao Ba took out an interested posture and kept observing carefully.

Finally the Yakshas, with the orders, rushed to their designated positions. They also disappeared into the night.

Lao Ba couldn't help but praise it, saying that it was a pity that the yaksha gang was not a policeman!

Hu Zi retorted, saying that with the police's dead salary, they can't support these people, right?

Yaksha's face darkened, and it was obvious that Beard's words had also pierced his heart.

Therefore, I also have a feeling in my heart, saying that the country should really think more about these groups of people who deal with bandits every day, who sacrifice too much for the sake of social stability, but get too little.

Of course, we're all on point. We put our energies on Pudu Temple again.

Lao Ba took the lead, and Hu Zi and I accompanied him left and right, and we rushed to the temple gate together.

The gate was so large that I could only see the top of the door when I looked up, and it was made of very old vermilion lacquer.

Lao Ba motioned to the beard, that meant, let him knock on the door and call someone.

Beard immediately slapped the door with his hand. But the problem is that this door is too thick, and after a few pats of the beard, there is only a slight sound.

We all frowned. Lao Ba signaled his beard again, be more ruthless!

The beard was also real, and he kicked it directly against the vermilion gate.

I heard a muffled thud, but not long after, I heard another click. The beard immediately hugged his feet and jumped on one leg in pain.

In fact, just by the strange sound at the end, my heart was tight, and think about it, the beard's body has been transformed, and he still behaves like this, you can imagine how much it hurts.

His beard was touched like this, and he also had a little recollection, he stared at Lao Ba and asked, "No, Brother Ha, why didn't you call the door just now?"

Lao Ba shrugged his shoulders and said that he was in pain.

In this way, we have to give up the plan to knock on the door to find someone, otherwise even if we stumble, the people in the temple will not react.

We changed our minds and focused on the courtyard walls of the temple.

The walls of this courtyard are very high, at least three meters, and they are all built of large blue bricks.

I discussed with the beard and wanted to cooperate, for example, I stepped on his shoulder, and when I climbed up, I would pull the beard.

But Lao Ba was not interested in our plan. He took a few more steps back and looked at the courtyard wall.

He made us both wait and gave me the guitar case. Then he took a few deep breaths and rushed towards the courtyard wall.

The old bus ran in a very strange posture, hunching his body as much as he could. At first glance I was puzzled. I said in my heart that he wanted to have a wall piercing technique of the Maoshan Taoist priest?

Of course I don't believe in the magic of these cats and dogs, and even if he really tries to pass through such a thick blue brick wall, the end is not optimistic, and even miserable.

But suddenly, Lao Ba straightened up, and not only that, but he also threw himself into the wall with all his strength.

He was like a gecko, and after he pounced on it, he stabbed it with his hands and feet.

I remembered the cat, and he quickly climbed up under this extremely unscientific movement.

Eventually, he sat down on the wall, touched his waist, and pulled out the belt of his trousers.

He lay flat on the wall, grabbed one end of his pants, and sent the entire belt of his pants vertically.

Beard and I both understood what he meant, and we could now grab the belt of our trousers with just one big jump on the wall.

Hu Zi first gave Lao Ba a thumbs up and praised, "Brother, this skill, the cow breaks!"

Then the beard yelled, and I quickly grabbed the belt of my trousers with him and climbed up.

I stared at this trouser belt, and to be honest, I was worried. I said in my heart that both of us are not light, and if we want to catch them together, won't this trouser belt be broken?

The beard was already jumping up by this time. I simply took a step back.

The beard climbed up with all his strength, and I dragged him along.

After he climbed up, I repeated what he had just done.

Within a minute, we were all sitting on the wall, and I returned the guitar case to the old man, who also took back his trouser belt and wrapped it around his waist.

He made a point of emphasizing that his trouser belt was very strong. Then I noticed that he had two trouser belts around his waist.

I wondered, and I thought to myself, this person is very interesting, wearing a pair of pants, but wearing two trouser belts, what is he doing?

I didn't ask much, and we looked at the environment inside the walls.

This is a vegetable patch, and now there are all kinds of small greens planted in the vegetable patch.

We each found a relatively clean place and jumped off one after another. This time, I don't need to remind me anything, I and Beard both know skills.

When we landed, we deliberately hunched our bodies, even landing on our toes at first, and when we were completely solid, we ran forward. In this way, the strength of the body is removed.

That way, we didn't make much noise.

I don't want to spoil the vegetables, so I guess I walked out of here step by step along the gap between the vegetables. Lao Ba is similar to me, as for the beard, the one who walks is called a rampage, not to mention, he also pulls up a handful of vegetable leaves halfway.

He didn't like it, and chewed it directly.

We all ended up together, and I listened attentively.

There are voices in this temple, and among them is the night of Maha Siddha, and it is the Maha Maha, and when I come out, someone is chanting.

And it made me think of the Killing Buddha, and when he called, he often recited this kind of thing.

I couldn't help but clench my fists for a while, but instead of being afraid, I had an urge to be ready to fight at any time.

Lao Ba and Hu Zi also heard the chanting, and Lao Ba also identified a direction, pointed to us, and said, "Over there." ”

Hu Zi answered, "What should I do next? Ask this monk who is reciting the scriptures directly?"

Lao Ba and I both think it is feasible. Lao Ba took the lead and ran in that direction again.

I was not familiar with the names of the buildings in the temple, but when I went to Tibet before, the female special police officer in Tibet taught me that the problem was that the temples in Tibet and the temples here are completely different styles.

I only know that there are meditation rooms, lecture halls, monks' houses, monks' dormitories, and so on in temples. But I didn't bother to think about it and subdivide it, so I simply called this place a big tile house according to my own words.

In this way, when we went around a large house again, a person happened to come across the opposite side.

This man is strong, bald, and wears monk's robes. He was clever enough to spot us right away.

The monk said, "What man?"

We all stopped. The monk also had a weapon in his hand, a stick as high as his shoulders.

He put his stick sideways, and half-crouched up vigilantly.

I can see that this monk knows some skills, and I still can't help but think of Shaolin monks.

We were at a standoff with him for a while. The strong monk was a little impatient, so he touched his pocket again and took out a flashlight.

He lit up with a flashlight at us.

I found that this man was a little damaged, and he said that he would take it according to it, but he had to shine it on our eyes.

The flashlight he brought was still very bright, and I couldn't close my eyes when I got it.

When the strong monk went to Lao Ba again, Lao Ba's face sank so much that he raised his hand to block it.

Lao Ba said coldly, "Monk, are you a monk and are you stupid to recite sutras every day?

The strong monk's face also sank. He held a flashlight in one hand and a stick in the other. He didn't pay any attention to Lao Ba's words, and raised his voice again, "Say, who are you?"

I think there's something wrong with the atmosphere. At this moment, the beard also scolded, saying that you bald scoop, take off the flashlight.

The strong monk was really stubborn, and struck the ground with a stick, obviously trying to scare us.

Lao Ba took the guitar case down with a muffled voice. He also opened the box and took out the short-stick sniper rifle inside.

Lao Ba quickly opened the safety and aimed his gun at the strong monk, he was no longer polite this time, and said coldly, "You rabbit cub, am I not good at talking?" I asked you to apologize to me now, saying that the donor is sorry, and the donor is wrong, otherwise, ...... Lao Tzu pulls the trigger, and there are two more holes in your body immediately!"

The strong monk didn't expect Lao Ba to have a gun, and he was obviously stunned for a moment.

I didn't have the heart to show my weapon, but the beard was very cooperative with the old man, and he touched his waist and took out the revolver.

Beard was holding a gun, and I could feel it as he aimed at the crotch of the monk's pants.

Beard answered, "Count me in, and I'll make this rabbit cub who doesn't understand the rules like a hornet's nest!"

The strong monk looked at Lao Ba and then at his beard. I found out that this guy was just a strong man, and at this moment he wowed, and he didn't want a stick, turned his head and ran away.

His move made us even more stunned. Hu Zi stared at the back of the strong monk, and took a sip, saying that with the virtue of this goods, what about being a monk? It's too embarrassing for Buddhism, right?

The strong monk didn't hear Huzi's words, and he shouted as he ran, and the master and the abbot shouted for a while, and said that there were bandits in the temple.

We couldn't wait, and no one took the lead, so we all chased it out.

We followed the monk all the way to the front of a hall, from which the original chanting sound came from, and at this moment, there were many people standing at the entrance of the hall, all of whom had just come out of the hall.

I did the math, and there were about a dozen of them. They were all monks, some wearing robes and some wearing monk's robes.

Most of the monks here are weak, but the four people standing in the front look very strong, especially with thick necks.

I'm guessing all four of them are warrior monks.

When we got closer, we all stopped and stared at them.

Lao Ba and Beard are both holding guns, and it is obvious that the guns are very deterrent.

None of the monks dared to move, and two of the four leaders not only did not have fear, but exchanged glances.

I don't want the misunderstanding to increase, especially since we are here to catch and kill the Buddha, and we have a stiff quarrel at the beginning, how will we communicate in the future?

I took a step forward and said to the monks, "We are not bandits, we have come here at night because we have something to do." ”

The monks were all looking at me, and suddenly, an old voice came from the back of the group.

Someone shouted, "Amitabha." ”

These monks automatically gave way to make room for them.

And I looked inside and found an old monk in a robe.

To be honest, just one glance, I was shocked by his appearance!

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