Chapter 40: Debunking Identity

Qi Weiwei has always doubted Zhang Qi's identity, and even suspected that he was deliberately approaching him, but Zhang Qi's attitude really made her puzzled.

Anyone who has done something heroic to save the United States may be eager to admit it, only Zhang Qi will not admit it, even if he is about to be forced to Liangshan, he will not admit his identity.

This girl also thought about whether there were too many coincidences in this world, and after trying to let go, she heard the words of the old monk again.

Killers?

Ruo glanced at Zhang Qi meaningfully, Qi Weiwei didn't speak, she was smart and knew that now was not the time to speak.

"Why do you say I'm a killer?" Without any expression on his face, Zhang Qi quietly looked at the old monk who was called Uncle Shi by the little monk and said.

"This ...... Hmm, I don't know how to say ......" The old monk was obviously afraid of the little monk's words, squeaked the ink for a long time, and then grinned.

Squinting his eyes, Zhang Qi glanced at the expressionless Qi Weiwei without a trace, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart.

Although this girl's face is not wavering, she must be beginning to doubt her identity again, fortunately, she has already passed the anger with Zhang Bowen before, otherwise she will be exposed sooner or later.

"Brother and sister, Master Abbot said that if you really have any questions, you can go to the apse to find him, and he will answer them for you." Bowing to Zhang Qi, the little monk didn't stop for a minute and left directly.

"Little girl, this is your sign, I don't want to talk more about the monk today, if there is any problem, the two of you will go directly to the abbot." Shaking his head with a wry smile, the old monk closed his eyes and closed his mouth directly.

Fortunately, there was no one else around at this time, otherwise he would definitely be stunned on the spot when he saw this scene.

Zhang Qi and Qi glanced at each other slightly, the former was helpless and surprised, while the latter was suspicious and playful.

Although Qi Weiwei did not pursue Zhang Qi's identity again during this time, it does not mean that she has forgotten the figure who once blocked bullets for her.

She suspected that Zhang Qi's character could not do such a shocking worldly self-sacrificing thing, but she really didn't believe that there would be that kind of coincidence.

"Let's go and have a look, shall we? I also want to know how you killed it, don't tell me that someone in your family sits on agricultural product processing. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Qi Wei looked at Zhang Qi and said lightly.

Touching his nose, Zhang Qi nodded but did not speak.

In fact, he was also very curious, knowing that it was the first time for him to go to the city of Zhongshan, and all the information was completely confidential, he didn't believe that someone in such a Cold Moon Temple could calculate his experience.

Divination is such a thing, Zhang Qi really maintains a skeptical attitude.

The apse is located in the right rear of the main hall, and generally this kind of large portal apse will have a screen, but Hanyue Temple seems to be simple, and when you enter the wooden gate, you can see an old locust tree that has dried up, and the old monk in a gray cloth robe is sitting quietly.

In the huge apse, in addition to the old monk who is about to die, there is only the little monk who swept the floor in the main hall before.

Watching the little monk sweeping the floor, Qi Weiwei and Zhang Qi were stunned at the same time, the former was full of incredulity, and the latter was jealous after being stunned.

Different from sweeping the floor in the main hall, the little monk at this time waved a broom like a giant dragon around the ground, with a whistling wind every time, but the leaves on the ground were not scattered and fluttering, but slowly moved towards a pile.

"You're still here, you really shouldn't have come." The old monk didn't look back, but the dry sound was like metal rubbing.

As the voice slowly fell, the old monk slowly turned his head, but the next moment Qi Weiwei couldn't help but let out a scream.

"Ahh One of them hid behind Zhang Qi, Qi Weiwei grabbed Zhang Qi's arm with one hand, and put the other hand on his wildly beating chest.

With a pale face, Qi Wei secretly glanced at the old monk again, but quickly closed his eyes again, and from beginning to end, Zhang Qi stood quietly in place and did not move.

"Find a place to sit." Pointing to a few chairs not far from him, the old monk smiled, but the smile made people shudder.

"Master Xie Lu, Master Xie." Stretching out his hand, Zhang Qi grabbed Qi's slightly cold little hand and walked straight towards the two chairs closest to the master.

Looking at Zhang Qi's movements, the old monk smiled again.

A shriveled face seemed to be on drugs, there was no roundness at all, and above the sunken eye sockets, the long gray eyebrows were ten centimeters.

From the left brow bone to the cheek, a deep scar runs through the entire face, and every smile makes people feel creepy.

To be honest, Zhang Qi also felt a little scary, but after years of performing tasks, the face of the old monk was still within his acceptable range, and he was just curious about what the abbot of Buddhism would be this kind of person.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, since you are here, how about putting down the butcher's knife?" Seeing Zhang Qi sit down, the old monk smiled and said.

"What do you mean?" With a squint of eyes, Zhang Qi's face finally changed.

No one knew about the dragon tooth dagger he carried, but the old monk said it.

He didn't feel that people were beating crookedly, and Zhang Qi obviously felt that the old monk's gaze was in his trouser pocket.

"Zhang Qi, did you bring a knife?" Qi Wei was slightly stunned when he said this, and subconsciously stayed away from Zhang Qi, for fear of hurting himself, and then asked softly.

Ignoring Qi Weiwei, Zhang Qi hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head slightly.

"The Bodhisattva of the Earth has the wish that hell is not empty, and he will not become a Buddha, although I do not have the heart of a Bodhisattva, but I also do not know that the path of the Buddha cannot become a Buddha now." With a calm voice, Zhang Qi looked at the old monk cautiously and said.

He also has his own troubles, if this guy really takes out the dragon tooth dagger, I am afraid it is equivalent to directly admitting his identity, after all, Qi Weiwei has seen the knife he took out.

"Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha?" Nodding, the old monk didn't say anything more, but glanced at the little monk in the distance.

The little monk threw down the broom and clapped his hands and walked out of the apse, and then gently closed the door.

"Female donor, sign your sign with one stroke, and the love word will be ruined, and it will eventually cost you your life." The old monk glanced at Qi Wei deeply, and then remained silent.

"Huh? Really? Will I be martyred? Looking at the bamboo stick in his hand incredulously, Qi Weiweiyu's hand trembled slightly, and he almost didn't hold the thing in his hand.

Drifting away, there is no book.

Seven bright red characters, Zhang Qi glanced at it, there was an inexplicable tremor, took a deep breath, and then turned his head to look at the old abbot.

"Master, you can't fully believe in divination, but I want to know how do you know that I am a killer?" Looking at the old monk with blazing eyes, Zhang Qi did not hide the sharpness in his eyes, stared at the other party and asked.

"Blade Battalion, Zhang Qi, am I right?" With a smile, the old monk stood up gently, and the next moment the leaves on the ground instantly scattered in all directions.