Lord Black Impermanence is too anxious.

When Iizuka returned home, he was still wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and he first bowed to the enshrined Buddha, and then pondered about the power station.

The time given by Lord Black Impermanence was inevitably too tight, and it was only seven days before the incident could find out the right power station so quickly.

Gritting his teeth and thinking about it for a while, Taro Iizuka called his personal secretary: "How is the preparation of the hydropower station in the Hokuriku area?" ”

"Huh? Don't need to look for it in Lammy Chau or Malay? The secretary groaned, his face was a little difficult, "If it's the Hokuriku region, it will take a few days for scheduling and other aspects of work, because ...... are involved."

Taro Iizuka frowned, and the momentum cultivated by the top wealthy family pressed on the secretary: "As soon as possible!" Without further ado. ”

"Yes, yes."

Iizaki Shunpei's resurrection makes Iizuka Taro's heart hot, and the resurrection of Lord Hei Impermanence Ishizaki Shunpei is definitely done for himself, as long as he has a good relationship with Black Impermanence, then resurrection after death is such a great thing......

Rubbing the skin of the curse mark carved by the black impermanence, Iizuka Taro seemed to see the beautiful situation of becoming an immortal politician, and after the secretary left in a hurry, he said to the curse mark reverently: "Lord Black Impermanence, I will definitely complete the task you said as soon as possible." ”

Now the prime minister on the stage can not be said to be weak, and in a few days he will become the prime minister of the island nation with the longest cumulative tenure, but what about the longest term, Iizuka Taro understands that he does not have the talent of his parents and grandparents, but the longest life like himself is the biggest winner in politics.

The medicine master enshrined in the room closed his eyes and said nothing, and he had no intention of reprimanding the believer in front of him who was not religious at all.

"We can't forget Nyolai." After chattering for a while, Iizuka Taro saw the statue of the enshrined medicine master Nyorai, and his face twitched, and then he realized what a rude thing he had done in front of the Buddha.

The island country has a strong Buddhist atmosphere, and it is normal for big people to worship Buddha statues in their homes, and it has only been long since the Osaka Giant Buddha incident, although Buddhism is not extraordinary in cooperation with the government, but no one can deny that there is no Buddha in the world, and there are really gods and Buddhas in the head.

Anyway, believe a little bit, so that in the end, it will not seem abrupt to hold the Buddha and retreat.

"The disciple was really rude just now." He bowed and saluted to Yakushi Rulai, but looking at the Buddha statue's unhappy expression, Iizuka Taro still had no bottom in his heart, so he simply stood up from the ground and stepped out of the mansion in three steps and two steps.

Such an apology does not seem to be sincere enough, and it is necessary to take more practical action in order to get the Buddha to forgive.

The driver who has worked in the Iizuka family for many years has long been sitting in the car, and several drivers are waiting for the order of the head of the house for twenty-four hours in shifts, and Iizuka Taro, who is sitting in the back row, has sorted out his meter: "Go to Saifukuji Temple." ”

The driver nodded in a deep voice and started steadily ignition: "Yes." ”

Seifukuji Temple is an ancient temple in Setagaya Ward, built for a long time, dedicated to the Iizuka family's Yakushi Nyorai, although it seems that the temple is not inconspicuous, but in fact, each temple shrine set up in the core area has some relationship with Tokyo celebrities.

Moreover, the temple host was also a member of the celebrity hundreds of years ago, although he is slightly inferior now, but he is also a local tyrant.

This is exactly the case with Saifukuji Temple, which is the temple of the famous Shingon sect of the Shingon sect, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, and even the trees planted in the temple have a very good history.

"Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color......"

The monks in the temple recite the scriptures devoutly, and many believers sit on chairs and chant with their heads bowed, these are the temple's financial owners, and the offerings after death must be taken out from them.

Cheap millions, expensive tens of millions, and then pay a management fee every year.

In the small side room behind the main hall, Abbot Matsuoka was sitting on the ground, with fragrant tea hot air curling on the small board in front of him, and the abbot was wearing a robe and glasses, and his eyebrows were stretched.

"Abbot Matsuoka, this matter is a good thing for the country and the people, and it is also a good thing that my Buddhist disciples should do."

The handsome monk did not move the teacup in front of him, he solemnly bowed his head and stated the strange things that happened in the homeless group.

There are versions of the disappearance stories heard from the homeless community, as well as reasonable speculations by the monks themselves.

"Mage, don't be in a hurry, you raise your head first." Abbot Matsuoka took a sip of tea and smiled, "You mean that many homeless people have disappeared for no reason, and the police don't accept it, right?" ”

"Yes." The monk really didn't want to drink tea, even if the tea was fragrant, it was tasteless in his mouth at this moment.

The number of homeless people is increasing day by day, and the number of disappearances has reached a terrible level, where have these people gone? What the monk didn't say explicitly was that while he was investigating the disappearance, several special personnel secretly found him and ordered him not to trace him down.

said that it was a special person, but the monk understood that these people were all public security police who were secretly monitoring him.

Even if a prisoner who organized an attack on the Imperial Palace like himself was released, he would definitely be on the public security watch list, and the intelligence department's surveillance of a person could continue until the other person died of old age, and it was probably the public security police who could approach him and issue a warning.

Does the disappearance of the homeless have anything to do with the government?

The monk has a seven-trick exquisite heart, and after thinking about it for a while, the hair on his whole body has stood up terribly, if the disappearance of the homeless man is led by the government or pushed by the government behind the scenes, then what kind of ending will it attract if he continues to explore forward, the government can make the homeless man disappear, and it is not a big deal to lose a slightly famous monk.

There will be life-threatening dangers, there will be disappearances, there will be death.

Want to back off?

Of course not!

The handsome monk raised his eyebrows and his eyes thundered.

Swing the knife into the fog and cut off the three coats!

"It's just a few little monks, it's hard to make the government pay attention to this matter, and I hope that the abbot of Matsuoka can help a little, if the Buddha has come to the world today, it's the right time."

The monk knows that Xifuji Temple is not visible, but in fact, there are upper-class people behind it, and if he can persuade Xifukuji to make a move, maybe things will take a turn for the better.

It's just that the abbot of Xifu Temple didn't reply after drinking a cup of tea, but frowned as if he was very embarrassed.

His eyes, which reassured countless believers, were full of compassion, and after a long time, he said in embarrassment: "This ...... Our small temple can't help much, besides, our Buddhism Pure Land, or less involved in the affairs of the official family, the world is chaotic, Buddhism Pure Land must adhere to the original heart, eliminate the old industry with fate, and don't create new disasters. ”

Because just a few words will make Xifu Temple strong, and the family should be more careful, and Pudu Cangsheng should leave this kind of thing to the government to do! It's very good that they can Pudu their own industry in Xifu Temple!

What's new?

The monk was angry from his heart, how could saving people be said to be a disaster, but in order to save people, he still forcibly suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart.

The monk continued to plead for a long time, but the abbot of Xifu Temple was still embarrassed to refuse, bluntly saying that he was an ordinary small temple and could not help at all.

"It's already food time, so stay and let me wait for a treat." Looking at the clock time, the host of Matsuoka was slightly unhappy in his heart, this wandering monk actually grinded in the temple for two hours.

"Oh, no." The monk stood up with his hands folded and bowed, "The little monk still has some things. ”

"Then let the old man take you to the main entrance."

"It's a lot of trouble."

Standing behind the main gate and watching the handsome monk leave, Matsuoka Abbot Amitabha said.

"Master, which temple is that monk......

A disciple approached Abbot Matsuoka and asked him that he was in his early thirties and much younger than both Abbot Matsuoka and the handsome monk.

"Which temple?" Abbot Matsuoka muttered the question, and he didn't know which Zen monk this wandering monk was.

It's just that after wandering around Tokyo for many years, all the temples know about the existence of this handsome monk, although Tokyo is big, although there are many temples, but they are all measured by this traveling monk with his feet, as for which temple he belongs to, or even what sect he belongs to, I don't know anything.

"Then he's a weirdo." The disciple shook his head and doubted, and seriously prepared vegetarian food for the good men and women.

Abbot Matsuoka was also about to leave, but after answering the phone, he immediately stood tall at the door of the temple: "Hey, haha, yes." ”

"You hurry up and ask the brothers to tidy up their appearance, big man...... Believers are coming! "Abbot Matsuoka corrected the mistake, whether it is a big person or a small person, it is a believer, there is no difference, there is no difference!

A custom-made black Lexus walked slowly on the street, although it was not exaggerated to the point of hanging the national flag, but the vehicles on the road subconsciously gave way to the body when they saw the high-end Lexus.

The handsome monk walked along the road for a while, and there was still irritability and worry in his heart, and he was a little angry and wanted to kick the telephone pole with his shoes, but as soon as he lifted his foot, the monk immediately put it down.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, the telephone pole is innocent, the telephone pole is innocent." The handsome monk bowed his head and enlightened himself a few times, "Don't be angry." ”

After persuading himself in this way until his mind stabilized, the handsome monk folded his hands and said to the telephone pole: "Amitabha, donor, I'm really sorry, the little monk was actually angry with you just now." ”

Passers-by who saluted the pole were solemn.

This is 100% because there have been people dying next to the telephone pole, so the monks have come to overdo it.

"Amitabha, Amitabha." A housewife carrying a vegetable basket hurriedly walked by, and the others bent down to bow their hands.

"What's wrong?" After the handsome monk apologized, he looked around blankly, why did passers-by bow to the telephone pole?

"Has anyone died here?" Raising his eyes to look at the telephone pole three or four stories high, the monk simply recited the mantra of the past life.

The surrounding neighborhood is really a good family, and I haven't forgotten to respect the souls of the dead when I passed by here after the accident.

If everyone has such a quality, why worry about the world is not the same.

Just as the monk sighed, the black Lexus slowly stopped.

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