84_84257Chapter 115 The Dead in the City of the Dead, Alive (I)

Immediately, a chill swished on my back: "Feng No, he ...... Isn't he dead! How could the body be gone?"

Could it be that the familiar figure I saw next to the hospital in the morning was not like it...... It shouldn't be, Feng Fuji is thin and small, and the height I saw in the morning should be about the same as mine, much taller and stronger than him...... It shouldn't be him.

My mind was in a mess, and before I could sort it out, I heard Dr. Zhu's slightly tired voice on the other end of the phone: "Boss He, hurry up and come back after finishing the affairs in the temple." I have something I need to talk to you about. Especially your brother ......"

I replied blankly and hung up.

The Buddha Fragrance Pavilion soon arrived, and he restrained his mood.

There is a large tomb in front of Lord Buddha Xiang, which is the tomb of Concubine De of the Ming Dynasty, remembering that last time in order to find Chen Hu, he recklessly went in, and almost explained the situation inside, but fortunately there is a tangible thing inside-zombies, if you encounter such a strange thing as now, it is estimated that it will be hung up a long time ago.

Squinting at me, a monk looked at me with a sinister eyebrow, cowering as if he wanted to come over and say something to me, but he didn't have the guts.

I don't know what's wrong with the fat man, my heart is in a mess, and I was just angry with him, so I immediately rushed forward and grabbed him, and asked viciously: "Where is your host, I want to see him! Take me quickly!"

I don't even know why now, since I came into contact with this severed hand, I have been so rough and direct.

"This ...... Help!"

I didn't expect him to shout for help. Before I could react, a group of monks with brooms and sticks rushed out of the temple with a strange scream, and surrounded me, ready to beat me up in groups.

"What do you mean, bullying me alone?" I sneered, "just a few of you, not necessarily enough." ”

"This gentleman, please don't mess around, we'll call the police!" An old monk stepped forward and shouted with a righteous face, I really want to go over and slap him twice, so that his parents don't know him!

"Monk, I don't have a father and mother, this is a pure place for Buddhism, I hope ......"

"Look at a fart, I don't know what's wrong, come to you to preside over the practice, pray for blessings, don't chirp for me in this, Qian Laozi has, don't talk nonsense anymore, provoke me, who the is afraid of whom!"

While talking, I threw the little monk out in my hand, and the little bald donkey rolled twice on the ground, and rolled to the feet of the old monk, so nervous that the old thing quickly helped him up to check if there were any missing arms and legs.

I ignored it and continued to say coldly: "The money is in the bag, you can do it yourself!"

This money was raised by the fat man Chen Haisheng, and I have to say that he is so rich, it is really a lot of money.

At this moment, the little monk suddenly cried and said: "Second master, the master is talking about him, the money is in the bag, I just wanted to ask him, but the result is ......"

I was so angry that I didn't pay attention to the master in his mouth, how did he know I was going to come here, and how did he know that I was going to bring money?

But these are not big deals, I am in a hurry now, and the only thing I want is to meet this old bald donkey quickly, and then immediately drive down the mountain to see what is happening!

This group of bald donkeys was probably suppressed by my momentum, and led me around noisily, and then stopped in front of a row of well-decorated small rooms behind the temple, it seemed that the bullshit host should live here, I took a deep breath, and followed the little monk who was thrown and fought by me inside.

"Donor, are you here?"

As soon as he entered, an old monk who looked like a fairy wind dao bone spoke first.

I nodded quietly, and after letting go, I went straight to the point and asked, "I'm here, master, do you know this person Feng Fuji!"

As soon as the words "Feng Fuji" came out, I noticed that the old monk's eyebrows moved. But he quickly and quietly immediately made a "I can't remember who it is", and pretended to be confused: "This, the old man is old, and I really can't remember who the benefactor is." ”

Hmph, pretend to be strange with me, then don't blame me for being polite: "Host, we Mingren don't say dark words, before Feng Buji died, he didn't say anything, but left three words on the table about your Buddha Fragrance Pavilion, I think, the police will definitely like to communicate with you religious circles." ”

Unexpectedly, the old monk smiled indifferently and said, "Lao Qu Ping Suri also often deals with some police, just like their Director Sun, his mother died a few days ago, and the old man did the rituals. ”

What a bald donkey, he actually started a guerrilla fight with me, I looked him in the eyes fiercely, and then turned my head to look at the pockets with money and broken hands.

After thinking about it, he couldn't make things too stiff, so he opened his money pocket first and poured the 30,000 yuan in cash on the table in front of him.

However, the old monk still looked like "I didn't see anything", and still sat there unmoved.

I sneered, grabbed the pocket containing the severed hand again, and poured the severed hand in front of the old monk with a "snap".

At this moment, I finally saw the old monk's expression change, and he forcibly held back his horror and asked me: "What does this mean, this benefactor? There is a camera in the old man's room, which can be regarded as a personal threat to the old man, right?"

I glared at him to see what he wanted to do, and after a while, I said in a deep voice: "This hand, don't say you don't know it!"

"Hey...... Wrong, since you even brought this, the old man really has nothing to say, right, whatever you want to ask, just ask. ”

I didn't expect the old monk to change his sex immediately, and there must be a lot of articles. So he continued to say coldly: "Master, I offended today, but the matter is urgent, and I am also forced to be helpless, to make a long story short, Feng Buji died, and the body disappeared last night." That's about it!"

When I said the words "Feng Fuji is dead", it could be seen that the old monk's expression became extremely strange, he hesitated for a while, and suddenly asked me a question: "What do you think is a dead person? What is a living person?"

Again, is it true that all monks are like this, they love to entangle the dead and the living? Last time, the Miaofa monk also asked me. But this time I didn't talk nonsense like last time, because I suddenly remembered that Feng Fuji had said that he had seen the resurrection of the dead.

The resurrection of the dead, is it a dead or a living?

"I don't know, I knew before, I don't know now. ”

After listening to my words, the old monk first shook his head, then nodded, then stood up, took out a camera from behind a pile of scriptures and put it in the direction of his back to me, crackled there and typed on the keyboard a few times, and finally said, "Okay, the computer is turned off, let's talk about business." ”

Seeing what he did, I almost didn't scold, it turned out that this old guy really installed a camera, is this still a monk with a pure heart and few desires?

"Monks don't lie, Lord He, I'm afraid you're in trouble this time!"

"It's this set again, isn't it about to say that my Yin Tang is black, and there will be a bloody disaster recently!" I was sarcastic in my heart, but on the surface, I remained silent and waited for the changes.

"If the old man guesses correctly, he will be freed from this sea of suffering......"

More and more pretentious, I really couldn't help it, and interjected: "He's really dead, you don't need to sue me for this!

The old monk glanced at me meaningfully and said with a smile: "Dead, alive, can you tell the difference?" Boss He, don't worry, the old man doesn't want you to pay half a penny today, just send you a word, dead and alive, it's not so easy to distinguish. ”

After that, he actually took the initiative to push the money to me, and motioned for me to put away the severed hand.

When I do it unceremoniously, he doesn't want to forget it.

Later, I know, he doesn't want it, he doesn't dare to ask for it!

When I finished cleaning up, he smiled and said slowly: "The old man can't help you with the matter of sealing the benefactor, but the fate between you always has a starting point, and from that point, I can't say that I can't find some clues." ”

After the old monk said this, he didn't want to say more than half a word, and immediately called the monk to send me down the mountain.

The latest chapter of the years when I was Mr. Feng Shui at high speed, this chapter is the one hundred and fifteenth chapter of the dead of the city of death, alive (above) address is.