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Killing people is not about inviting guests to dinner, especially killing people who have the protection of the five ghosts and have great luck in themselves. But the Special Case Office is not like the upper lip touching the lower lip, and the two of us will have to play with our lives.

In addition to foreign devils pretending to be tourists to secretly pick us up, the Thai side also has a secret line from the special case department. Hu Runzhi even promised the two of us that if necessary, we could abandon the mission and let Colonel Di Ming and the foreign devils carry out a strong attack.

But one thing that must be noted is that we must not hurt anyone but Master Dekukong, otherwise, even if the Chiang Mai police do not arrest us, he will settle accounts with us when he returns.

I said, Director Hu, it's already difficult for us to kill someone, where is the leisure to kill others? Okay, let's get to work.

We have been discussing in the small courtyard until dawn before leaving, this trip to Chiang Mai is unpredictable, it is a time to fight the Death Sect. In fact, what reassures me the most is the coffin of the Tie family.

Temur and dozens of Tie family members are still missing, and they don't know when they will come to me to get this coffin. I thought about it for a long time, and I thought it would be better to put this thing here. There are guards with guns here, and there are experts from the Special Crime Department, as long as they don't sincerely trap us, the coffin is safer here than in our house.

After dawn, we booked a high-speed train to Beijing and flew directly from Beijing to Chiang Mai. This time to Chiang Mai is not as good as in China, the cross crossbow is definitely not able to bring, but the tantric iron rod can be cleared with collectibles, and the demon thorn is made of wood, and there is no limit.

As for the Styx water, cinnabar, and some things that must be used, wait until Chiang Mai arrives.

Traveling all the way, the two of us arrived at Chiang Mai International Airport as travelers. After getting off the plane, I booked a hotel that was neither high nor low. That evening, the Thai who met us came to our door.

This man was a dark-skinned, lean man named Ba Yu, codenamed Bayu in the information provided by the Special Case. In fact, Bayu means battle in Thai Chinese, but changing to wahoo is a bit funny anyway.

Mackerel does not have a high status, and although it belongs to the establishment of the Special Cases Division, it can only do some intelligence gathering work. The object of his work is the white-clothed Azan of those temples, the black-clothed Azan of the black market, and some well-known head-lowering masters, Gu masters, and in his spare time, he will contact people to sell Buddhist cards, which can be regarded as a person with eight faces.

Hu Runzhi said that Mackerel doesn't know the specific tasks of the two of you, and the order he received is to cooperate with you. It also means that no matter what we do, mackerel doesn't care.

It was only late afternoon when we arrived in Chiang Mai, so I asked mackerel to take us to a very unique vegetarian restaurant for dinner. During the meal, I told him that I wanted to buy something and made a list.

Mackerel is also a self-cooked, and after a few glasses of wine, he will call the two of us brothers. He patted us on the shoulder and said, "Dude, these things are all ordinary goods, and I will send them over with a phone call." But there's one thing, I don't know if you're interested.

Zhang Wuren probably didn't want to make trouble, so he directly said that he was not interested. Bayu said, don't be busy refusing yet, this thing is a rare thing even if it is our special case department, purple cinnabar, brother, you should know what it is, right?

Of course, I know what purple cinnabar is, the three most masculine and rigid things in the world, the double yang body, the purple cinnabar, and the lightning strike wood in my hand.

I have lightning strikes, and this thing is very good. I haven't seen the double yang body, and as for whether the iron fungus is the real double yang body, I haven't actually been white until now.

Now that there is purple cinnabar, I am immediately moved.

Purple cinnabar is rare, and it is generally only found in the interior of volcanoes, where it takes countless years of high temperature and pressure to form purple cinnabar. Because it has absorbed heat for countless years, this thing is truly masculine.

The flamethrower we used before was mixed with only a small amount of purple cinnabar, and it burned the invincible corpse clothes to ashes, which can be seen from this point.

Mackerel smiled like a fox and said, "There is a volcano eruption in Indonesia, and the eruption is not large, but someone has found these purple crystals in the local area." At first, I thought it was an amethyst, so I sold it casually. Later, it was seen by a knowledgeable businessman and bought it directly.

This merchant is also an economically minded person, and knows the benefits of purple cinnabar, which is not only beautiful when made into jewelry, but also can ward off evil spirits. Even if ordinary people wear it, they can avoid all diseases. The most important thing is that it can also be aphrodisiac, as long as you wear jewelry made of purple cinnabar all year round, even people in their forties and fifties can be able to dominate hundreds of women at night, and a pillar of optimus every morning.

This is definitely not nonsense, in fact, because of the preciousness of purple cinnabar, this thing can no longer be described as money. In addition to being rich, you must also have strength.

I said, Brother Mackerel, we can't afford this even if we want it. Are you taking us to the eye?

Mackerel said, brother, if you can't buy it, it doesn't mean you can't go and see it. And tonight there is a small exchange meeting in the circle, and the people who can participate are the white-clothed Azan of various temples, the black-clothed Azan hidden among the people, and even the head lowering master.

Thailand is no more domestic than it is a place of faith. To put it bluntly, it's a place of superstition. Otherwise, the Buddhist cards of various temples would not be sold so hotly.

In this case, it is actually reasonable to have such a trade fair.

Mackerel is a delicate man and is also among those invited. This guy thinks we're high-level people from Beijing, so he tries everything he can to curry favor.

I discussed it with Zhang Wuren and prepared to take a look, not for the sake of purple cinnabar, but to see what powerful guys there are in Chiang Mai. Especially the white-clothed Azan of Tsinghua Temple. It would be even better if you could meet Master Dekuku.

After the vegetarian meal, the three of us got on the domestic auspicious mackerel and walked around the streets of Chiang Mai before entering a temple.

I looked up at the top of the temple, and it was written in Thai in an unknown language, but there was a Chinese translation on the electronic map, and it said Gudao Temple.

The parking lot in front of the temple is already full of all kinds of cars, most of which are high-end cars. It seems that people with heads and faces in the Thai circle have come, and I thought about it, with so many high-end cars, it seems that the scale of this exchange meeting is really not small.

Mackerel led us through the side entrance into the temple, and then turned into the side hall. The lights in the side hall are brilliant, the pupils of human figures, and the sandalwood on the side hall make me feel like shooting ghost movies.

Mackerel bowed to the little monk at the door and said a word in Thai, and the little monk returned the salute and took us in directly.

There were no chairs in the side hall, only futons placed on the ground. On top of each futon sat a bald monk or a man with his eyes closed. The three of us were also divided into three futons, and the location was relatively backward, but Mackerel said, don't care if the location is backward or not, as long as you can come in this place, it means that you have mixed to a certain extent in Chiang Mai.

There are not many people sitting on the futon, there are monks and laymen. Bayu told me that those who wore yellow robes were Azan from Paxin Monastery, those who wore red robes were Azan from Chedilong Monastery, and those who wore black robes with their heads wrapped up were the folk black-clothed Azan who were also the most difficult group of people.

Bayu specially explained to us that here, you can mess with the official people, you can mess with the monks of the temple, but the only one you can't mess with is the black-clothed Azan. The things they practice are very mixed, some are very old schools of Buddhism, and some are bowing heads. These people acted as they pleased, and provoked them, even more terrifying than provoking the white-clothed Azan of the temple.

I pointed to a group of people in multicolored hats and sitting upright with their eyes closed, and said, "Who are they?"

Mackerel was shocked, quickly pulled my hand off, and said, don't point at people! As soon as he finished speaking, the group of people seemed to sense that I was pointing at them, and opened their eyes and gave us a cold look.

At this glance, the mackerel's face turned pale, his head broke out in a cold sweat, and he kept making amends to others.

The Colorful Hat snorted, then closed his eyes again. Mackerel said in horror, brother, don't point fingers at people here, those people are sorcerers, and the things they cultivate are extremely vicious, and they are more difficult than the head lowering masters!

I suddenly remembered the first time we met the old donkey, as if he had been tricked. It's just that Zhang Wuren and I were able to solve it at that time, and it didn't seem to be a big deal.

Zhang Wucan't help but glare, and said, Mackerel, you have been messing around in Chiang Mai for so long, and your courage is too small.

Mackerel whispered, "Oh my brother! I'm not one of you who goes out on the field, and if I really have that much ability, I can still nest here? I have already gone back to Beijing to eat and drink spicy food.

I said, mackerel, are you Chinese or Thai?

Mackerel grinned and was about to speak, but his face suddenly changed, and he said, Master Azan of Tsinghua Temple is here, brother! Hurry up and bow your head, don't get into trouble, this group of people is very domineering!

Not only did I not bow my head, but I raised my head, and said in my heart that since it is Qinghua Temple, I have to see it clearly.

But it didn't matter if I looked up, when I saw the person clearly, I was so frightened that I almost didn't jump up from the futon, and then hurriedly lowered my head.

His grandmother's, how could this guy be here?