Chinese The moonless night sky is particularly clear, and the ever-changing neon illuminations fill the heart of the city with a carnival-like atmosphere.

Walking through the streets, the air is filled with the smell of all kinds of snacks, the cries of street vendors come into the ears from time to time, and tourists of different skin tones wander under the plaques of the courtyard buildings full of Chinese style, a bustling scene, making people unaware that they are in a foreign land thousands of miles away.

This is the Chinatown in Manhattan, New York, and the largest Chinese settlement in country M, narrow streets, low buildings, it looks a little dilapidated, but the commercial atmosphere is very strong, there are many shops, countless hotels and restaurants, the above is antique, and full of the current atmosphere of the signboard is mostly Chinese and English together, and the Chinese characters are all traditional characters, business is very good, even the sidewalks are full of street stalls.

For many people of Chinese M, Chinatown is the best window for them to understand China and Chinese culture---- this mysterious people, no matter how difficult the place, no matter what kind of pressure they encounter, can burst out with a strong fighting spirit and vitality, quickly take root in the world, and multiply, ancient customs and culture are passed down from generation to generation, and still have a strong influence, which is completely impossible for many Westerners to understand and imagine.

Walking through the bustling streets of China, from time to time buying some snacks or some gadgets from the street vendors, a smile and comfort that had disappeared for a long time since hearing about An Guofeng's death appeared on his face.

Although the weather in New York changes greatly in the evening, the change in temperature still does not stop the enthusiasm of passers-by to go shopping, and the windows, neon, goods, and passers-by form a beautiful landscape, which makes people feel that life is so beautiful.

He just arrived in New York by plane today, and he came alone, he didn't stay at the Feiyuan International Hotel, and even the passport he used was fake. Of course, this is not a fake in the general sense, and no matter which country wants to investigate and verify, it will only get positive information.

After being reborn, Leng Bing Han used to run around the world, but New York was the first time to come, and after settling in, he didn't even have to fall due to jet lag, so he went out and walked casually. Anyway, he is proficient in many Chinese and has a pure accent, and if he doesn't say it, no one will know that he is still a Chinese who has just arrived in New York for less than half an hour.

It was here that he felt the feeling of being watched.

Leng Binghan smiled slightly, he knew that before he got off the plane, he was targeted by the other party, and a total of seventeen people were changed, including a wealthy businessman with a big belly, a lawyer wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a briefcase, an expectant mother with a motherly glow on her pregnant face, and a small merchant and hawker on the street...... Although they were dressed vividly, the wandering eyes and the slightly abnormal heartbeat made Leng Binghan easily pull them out of the crowd. It's just that as long as it doesn't get in the way of himself, it's rare for him to be more serious with them.

Turning a street corner, Leng Binghan suddenly noticed that there was a kind monk sitting cross-legged on one side of the street, the monk looked about fifty or sixty years old, with gray eyebrows and a long beard that really looked like a fairy wind and bones, which made people feel extremely amiable and credible. In front of the monk, there are some Buddhist trinkets, like a special trip to set up a stall here to sell. Many passers-by stopped after catching a glimpse, as if they were very interested in what he was selling. And the way this old monk sells things is also very special, he does not ask for a price at all, and the buyer gives it at will, which can be one yuan or two yuan, or ten yuan and twenty, or even one hundred yuan and two hundred yuan. Leng Binghan even saw a few people leave in a hurry without even paying the money, and the old monk didn't seem to care, and he always had that spotless warm smile on his face.

In Manhattan, New York, you can still see a Chinese monk, which makes Leng Binghan a little surprised, not to mention that it is still such a special old monk, I can't help but have a little curiosity, and I went up to take a look.

Not to mention, there are really a lot of things in front of the old monk, although they are not big, but obviously every piece of jewelry is made of artificial carving, the workmanship is extremely fine and elegant, lifelike, vivid, people can not put it down at a glance, and it is no wonder that it will attract so many Americans at once.

I don't know why, Leng Binghan also seemed to be suddenly interested, half-squatting down to fiddle with those ornaments, and soon, a string of Buddhist beads caught his attention.

This is a string of Buddhist beads that look very ordinary, perhaps a little old, and the color looks dull, as if it has been immersed in the traces of history. There is no carving on the Buddha beads, the style is very single, not to talk about the beauty, no wonder no one has been interested. But the heavy feeling in his hand seemed to have a wonderful collision between his soul and the teachings of Buddhism since ancient times.

The old monk, who had been only smiling slightly, but had never said a word, suddenly said to Leng Binghan: "This string of Buddhist beads is worn by a high monk when he is in Nirvana, and it has the effect of concentrating and calming the mind and turning anger into peace, which is more suitable for you!" ”

Although he was in country M, the old monk spoke Chinese, and with a little dialect, it seemed that he had long known that Leng Binghan was Chinese, not other Asians. You know, just by looking at their appearance, it is still difficult to distinguish the Chinese from the R Ben and H people.

Leng Binghan originally faintly felt that this string of Buddhist beads was a little different, and when he learned that it was once worn by a high-ranking monk, he couldn't help but nod. Although the monks can't escape the cycle of life and death, after years of otherworldly training, their belongings will also have some aura. But when I heard the last words of the old monk, my heart moved, and I couldn't help but look at the old monk deeply, and asked lightly: "Oh? Why is it right for me? ”

"Donor, the murderous spirit is too heavy, the sin is too deep, it's better to put down the butcher knife and turn back!" The old monk smiled slightly, not avoiding his dazzling eyes at all, and replied word by word.

Leng Binghan's eyes flashed, he smiled coldly, put down the Buddha bead and said in a deep voice: "Sometimes you put down the knife, but you will become the ghost of someone else's knife." What's more, 'those who commit crimes against strong men will be punished even if they are far away', if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! ”

"Amitabha!" Hearing Leng Binghan's bloody words, the old monk hurriedly recited a Buddha name, bowed his head and comforted: "You have to spare people and spare people!" I also hope that the donor will not go on a killing spree, so as not to hurt the innocent and hurt the peace of heaven! ”

He glanced at the old monk coldly, and his tone was quite solemn: "My mercy is only given to those who have good thoughts. Whoever offends my heavenly might, I will punish him......"

Almost all of the people around them were blonde foreigners, and there was only one Chinese girl, who looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with a round face, a flushed face, and a pair of big black eyes that were very smart, although they were not beautiful, but they were also extremely eye-catching. She seemed to hear the conversation between Leng Binghan and the old monk, and her face couldn't help but show a touch of consternation, which could be seen that Leng Binghan's gaze fell on her, and she smiled at Leng Binghan very kindly.

Maybe it was in country M, thousands of miles away, cold and cold, but when he saw the yellow-skinned and black-eyed Chinese, he couldn't help but feel a little cordial in his heart, and he smiled and nodded at the other party, got up and wanted to leave.

But then, the Chinese girl's eyes seemed to suddenly see something terrible, her eyes suddenly widened, and the face became very ugly, even with extreme horror.

Through the image in the girl's clear eyes, Leng Binghan could clearly see that at the moment when he stood up from half-squatting, the monk who was kind and kind just now suddenly had a touch of anger on his face from the inside out, and pulled out a sharp steel wire from his wide sleeve and strangled it towards his neck. It can be determined that if the neck is strangled, the result will only be head and neck separation.

Everyone was shocked, who would have thought that this old monk, who had always been kind and kind, would be a killer?

The killing intent is growing.

The air seemed to suddenly become heavy, like frost and condensation.

In this short moment, I saw Leng Binghan suddenly move, even at such a dangerous moment, he was also extraordinary, gracefully turned, his eyes were bright, dark and deep, spreading infinite attraction, as if to lead other people's eyes to explore the world contained inside.

The old monk couldn't help but shoot his gaze deep into the cold Yunfei's eyes, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked, only to feel that an electric current penetrated into his eyes through the air in the cold eyes, and then it was like a sharp saw, sawing at every nerve of him, making him enter all kinds of painful feelings that life is worse than death.

The old monk screamed in his heart, gritted his teeth, and desperately condensed the killing intent in his heart, although every time he condensed a trace of murderous intent, his qi and blood surged, and the meridians were in severe pain as if they were about to burst open.

At this time, the cold hand was raised slightly, and then in a graceful posture, he slashed through the void, and then turned away.

Everything seems to have gone through a long process, but in fact it is just a flash of lightning.

Everyone stared at it all in a daze, and some didn't even know what was going on.

But the cold figure had just been drowned in the bustling crowd, but the old monk's motionless body suddenly moved, and the girls who were still selecting accessories on the side all saw a scene that they would never forget.

Scars gradually appeared on the old monk's head, then on his body, hands, and feet, and then, his entire body was like a decomposed building block, instantly turning into a bloody individual, collapsing, blood splattered, and even some blood beads splashed on the faces of the people around him.

Screams of horror suddenly rang out all around, and the string of Buddhist beads stained red by the splattered blood suddenly broke the thread, and the beads rolled to the ground...... Cat flutter Chinese