Li Moqian also asked Staff Officer Zang what was going on in private, and Staff Officer Zang's explanation was: Isn't there two anti-aircraft machine guns on the top of the tower? If the devil pilot doesn't go into the range, he can't shoot accurately, and if he runs into the range and drops the bomb, won't he find death? If you ask in a hurry again, Staff Officer Zang replied inconspicuously: I have heard the calligraphy of the master seat for a long time, and the star is descending to earth. The ancient pagoda has a long history and a strong literary atmosphere, so it will naturally complement each other with Wenqu Xing, bless the safe opening of the division seat - we are all blessed by the teacher.

This kind of playful explanation will naturally make Li Moqian annoyed, but there is nothing to be done about him. Li Moqian never thought of himself as a jealous person, but there was always a trace of worry in his mind, worried that when Mulin City was besieged, what was the source of information for Staff Officer Zang to make such an accurate judgment of the actions of the Japanese robbers outside the city, and would it be ......

Although Li Moqian is a professional soldier, he is not a layman in intelligence work, and he is deeply impressed by the word double agent, and he also understands what the value of being alive is to Kojiro, a Japanese outside the city.

And the people who can capture themselves alive can only be the people around them, in these days when the war situation is getting more and more tight, Li Moqian didn't secretly guess who this spy would be. Bearded orderly? Li Moqian shook his head, feeling that this stupid and loyal guy who had followed him for so many years would not have lived today if he had betrayed.

A coriander who spent the night outside the city and then crawled back to the city from the pile of dead? Li Moqian smiled. Not to mention a day, even if he loses contact with the team for a year or a lifetime, Li Moqian will not doubt that he will be a collaborator. Although the military discipline of the coriander is not exemplary, he is born with the kind of tough guy who is born with national integrity. Li Moqian sifted through the people close to him one by one, and finally felt that if there was really the nail he was worried about, the only person who was most suspicious was Staff Officer Zang, who had not been in contact for a long time.

In this way, it can reasonably explain why Staff Officer Zang could predict in advance that the Lin family's compound would be blown up, and why the headquarters was safe and sound when it arrived at Gutari, where the target was obvious. If everything is a conspiracy to capture yourself alive...... Li Moqian stopped himself from thinking about it any further, he knew that all this could not be verified until the last moment. If we start fighting now, it is inevitable that the morale of the army will be weakened.

What's more, Staff Officer Zang's ability is already his last lifeline at this moment. If you want to beg someone and slander on the other, you will inevitably lose the style of a gentleman. At this moment, this person who makes himself suspicious and makes himself rely on is in front of the ancient tower of Daning Temple reflecting the sunset, the evening wind blows through the eaves of the tower, and the wind chimes around make a pleasant jingling sound, startling flocks of sparrows from the eaves of the eaves where they live and flying out of the noisy noise.

Daning Temple was built at the end of the Ming Dynasty and has witnessed the vicissitudes of Mulin City for hundreds of years. The pagoda is eight storeys high, and is in charge of the abbot of the Buddhist temple, the heavenly calligrapher, and the pagoda dedicated to Guanyin is quite vigorous.

But apparently the incense money received by Tianshu was not used in the right place, and the three golden characters of Daning Temple on the tower have long been broken, and they have not been repaired, and they flicker slightly in the sunset and look bleak. Cleaning the ground of the pagoda temple is the youngest apprentice of the heavenly calligrapher Fuping, with a smallpox scar on his face, with a curious and somewhat fearful look quietly looking at Li Moqian on the horse.

Li Moqian smiled and nodded towards Fuping. Listening to Tianshu, he talked several times in front of Staff Officer Zang and himself, Fuping was originally a clever child, but his life was extremely hard. Tianshu picked up Fuping, who was already an orphan during the smallpox plague two years ago, although his life was great, and he did not die after a few doses of fierce medicine, his ears and throat were burned by the medicine, and his face was even more pitted, and the scars were terrible.

Seeing the supreme commander of the defenders coming, Fuping hurriedly caught up with him and led the jujube red horse to the back trough to feed.

Now that the Japanese are coming, the residents of the city can run as much as they can, and the heavenly calligrapher is still as steady as Mount Tai. Li Moqian thought to himself that he might not be able to attain the Great Dao of Heavenly Book Monks, and he knew that the world was impermanent, and life was death, and death was the great truth of life. It's just that Kojiro, the leader of the Japanese army, is a devout Buddhist, and every time he conquers the city, he strictly orders his beast soldiers in advance not to damage the temple and blaspheme the gods and Buddhas.

In fact, what's the use of Kojiro cramming temporarily? Which Japanese Far Eastern general did not have the blood of innocent Chinese people on his hands? Maybe the only one who can forgive them is the gods of the Wa Kingdom, and the Bodhisattvas of China should have put them on the blacklist of going to hell a long time ago. This money-hungry monk of Tianshu, in the final analysis, is still reluctant to give up this treasure land of gold-producing incense. Maybe after the Japanese invaded the city, Tianshu would dare to charge Kojiro, and it is unknown whether he would be a dead soldier or something.

However, Staff Officer Zang and the Tianshu monk are quite close to each other, he has seen it a few times, he pestered the Tianshu monk to ask about the allusions and legends of Mulin City, and it seems that he has debated the Zen machine a few times. The monk may not have read a few Buddhist scriptures in this heavenly book, but his eloquence is very quick, and he often laughs when he speaks it. Just like now, as soon as Li Moqian entered the tower, he heard the sound of loud laughter from the second floor, as well as the slogan of the monk Amitabha.

At dusk, the light in the tower is very dim, but there is no oil lamp, due to the failure of electricity, transportation, communication, etc., today's Woodland City has long been the wind of the ancients.

Shaking his head, thinking about it, Fuping, who was in charge of lighting the lamp at this time, happened to be busy leading his horse. Li Moqian quietly stepped up the stairs, wanting to surprise the person. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the end of the stairs, he was called by the Tianshu monk who was facing him with a respectful "master's seat", and then turned his back to his staff officer Zang and smiled: "The master's seat came just in time, listening to the story told by the master of Tianshu, it is really interesting, very interesting." ”

Li Moqian glanced angrily at the Tianshu monk who had broken his prank plan, and then his gaze fell on Staff Officer Zang. A few hours ago, this person was still fighting side by side with him in Xicheng, and somehow they met an hour later, Li Moqian felt that he and himself were strangers.

Staff Officer Zang's figure is thin and slender, his face is white and a little melon-shaped, and his eyebrows are thin and soft, unlike Li Moqian, who has a strong figure and a square face with Chinese characters, and a tall and thick black sword eyebrows on his forehead. However, the tired look that often appeared inadvertently in Staff Officer Zang's eyes made Li Moqian feel that looking at him seemed to be looking in the mirror, and the mirror reflected two opposite images, but his heart was also declining.

Li Moqian felt that there was only one kind of person who would have this kind of tiredness in his eyes, that is, he had experienced birth, old age, sickness and death, reincarnated as a human being, lying alone among a pile of dead people on the battlefield, powerlessly looking at the corpses of enemies who were hated by gnashing teeth or close comrades-in-arms, and knowing what a real person is, a real beast, what dignity is, and what a lowly person is. This kind of tiredness in the eyes of people is a kind of tiredness that sees through the mysteries of the world. However, Li Moqian felt that this kind of wisdom that appeared prematurely was not a gift from heaven, but a kind of sorrow - just like the right hand of Staff Officer Zang.

Thinking of this, Li Moqian felt that his suspicion of Staff Officer Zang was a little ridiculous, could a man with these eyes be a traitor? Li Moqian looked at his right hand, his fingers were slender and powerful, and there were slightly bulging calluses on the belly of his middle finger, because in addition to holding a gun, calligraphy was his biggest hobby. However, after this hand was reflected in the imaginary mirror, it was projected onto Staff Officer Zang's hand, although the fingers were just as slender and powerful, the index and middle fingers were unfortunately broken in the middle of the joint.

A soldier, who has broken his two fingers that can pull the machine, is like a cook who can never hold a kitchen knife, and he will never be able to achieve honor again. Perhaps this is the reason why Staff Officer Zang switched from the military to do intelligence work. However, Staff Officer Zang never seemed to regard the mutilation of his fingers as a regret, unlike someone who would wear a white glove with a prosthetic finger to cover it up, but as if he regarded this scar as a memory more precious than the Baoding Medal, and never covered it up.

When it is time to use the right hand, it will definitely not be replaced by a complete left hand, and I am not afraid that anyone will notice the defects of his food and middle two fingers, and now the residual finger of Staff Officer Zang pointed in the direction of the monk of Tianshu, and said with a smile: "I just heard the master of Tianshu talk about the origin of the tower of Daning Temple, which is much more detailed than the record in the Mulin Chronicles, and it is quite different in details. It's really interesting, I wonder if the master is interested in listening to the master again? ”

Li Moqian easily suppressed the anger in his heart, but he couldn't cover the rise in his voice: "No need." I really don't have the leisure of you."

Staff Officer Zang was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "Master, you look at this picture of the Eight Immortals, it's really interesting, very interesting." ”

Li Moqian was slightly stunned. Staff Officer Zang pointed to a chart of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea hanging at the turn of the second staircase. Basically, everyone who wants to go up to the third floor of the tower will meet this picture head-on at the turn, and because of this, this picture has unfortunately become something that everyone who goes up to the tower will unconsciously ignore.

For no one would stop at the narrowest and steepest corner of the spiraling tower ladder to look at a painting that did not look very good at first glance. At this time, Staff Officer Zang was afraid that the light would not be good, Li Moqian could not see clearly, and deliberately lit a lighter in front of the Eight Immortals. This kind of thing, with a reward word, is simply an insult to one's own taste, especially the vulgar handwriting......

The inscription under the five words of "Journey to the East of the Eight Immortals" is clearly the four words "Heavenly Book Carefully Painted". Li Moqian swallowed the real evaluation that he was about to export, nodded and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's not undesirable, it's not undesirable." ”

The monk of Tianshu was very proud, and touched the small round dog skin plaster on the right temple to remove the head wind and laughed: "I didn't expect my Tianshu to enter the Daning Pagoda Temple, and painted this picture of the Eight Immortals' Journey to the East and hung it here for two years. Foyun has a fate to meet thousands of miles away, but there is no chance that the other side does not know each other, and I am not deceived. Especially if you look at the head of the Eight Immortals, I imitate the brushwork of Wu Daozi in the Tang Dynasty and the silver hook and iron painting. ”