"It's this monk."

"Well, I'll keep an eye on it."

After a short break, the delegation began to go out in twos and threes, and those members who were less suspicious were irradiated from a distance by the moire yin-yang mirror, and confirmed that there were not too many suspicions, and they were not from the sidelines, so the members of the headquarters took the patrol police to keep an eye on them.

And the weird little monk surnamed Tachibana was taken by Jin Maiji at a glance and took the initiative to ask for help.

However, for the sake of safety, Meng Fan arranged for Dasha to act with him.

Soon.

The sanatorium became calm.

For a long time to come, except for Tachibana Tenmitsu, the other suspected members of the delegation did not act, but stayed in the room honestly, not knowing what the hell was paying attention to.

"Deceived Kangxi"

Because of this, Meng Fan had no choice but to continue to stay.

At this time, Uncle Feng and the master said in unison that the two of them should stay here, which was enough to ensure that no accidents would happen.

The implication was that he wanted Meng Fan to leave.

"In that case, then I'll take my family to patrol the streets and search Hong Kong Island inch by inch."

There's no doubt that this is a stupid approach.

However, it does work.

Because Hong Kong Island has a large population, but the place is very limited, with Meng Fan's control of Qimen's art and eyesight, as long as he is willing to take the time to grind and be more detailed, he will definitely find clues.

Actually, Uncle Feng also thinks so-

I am old, I can't drive, and I rarely come to Hong Kong Island, so I am not familiar with the terrain, so I simply stay here and let the juniors help.

That is, task exchange.

"Jiaju, you come with me."

“Yes，sir！”

Chen Jiaju got into the co-driver of the sports car.

Meng Fan did not hesitate and ignited the vehicle.

"Arrange all the guys who don't have a task for the time being, and all go to the street to find someone."

"Is it the headquarters, or is it the ......?"

Chen Jiaju was puzzled.

"All members of the police force, as long as there is no urgent mission, give me action, especially those guys who are sitting in the office drinking tea." Meng Fan drove the car to the island's radio broadcasting building.

Times have changed.

While using stupid methods, you also have to cooperate with the practices of smart people, such as:

Publication of missing person notices.

Uncle Feng and Dasha both saw themselves in ancient costumes in their dreams, and last night's incident was obviously closely related to it.

Then look for people based on their faces!

To be honest, both of them are very recognizable, as long as they publish their respective photos.

"In the dream, Dasha is wearing golden chain mail, and Uncle Feng is wearing an ancient costume, with a hat on his back and a gray-black gauze coat, with obvious characteristics."

"And I happen to have pictures of them in my hand."

"Well, mobilize the masses first, and the bounty is 100,000 Hong Kong dollars, which is enough for them to go crazy.

Then the photos are printed and sent to traffic police, patrol police, plainclothes officers, and even major detective agencies. ”

On the side, after Chen Jiaju heard these words, he immediately picked up Meng Fan's portable phone and began to contact the leaders of the TV station.

"Senior brother, that little demon monk didn't run around anywhere, he traveled on the pretext of debating the Dharma, and he really went to the temple......"

Almost at the same time.

On the radio, a voice sounded.

Jin McKee reported the progress to Meng Fan in the internal channel, and his tone was full of unwillingness.

"Leave it alone, keep staring at him."

After hearing the reply, Kim McGee asked again:

"By the way, when this guy left, he didn't seem to be carrying that katana, but carrying a suitcase, could there be something strange in it?"

Meng Fan couldn't answer this.

Maybe the katana was in a suitcase, maybe there was some conspiracy in it, but he wasn't an all-knowing god.

Right now, the most urgent thing is to find the traverser and figure out the situation.

One good and one evil, two breaths.

The evil one, needless to say, must find a way to eliminate it.

Otherwise, there will be a catastrophe on Hong Kong Island.

Based on this, it is necessary to contact the owner of righteousness, he, or rather, they, have a close relationship with Dasha and Uncle Feng.

In the same way, the ill-intentioned Japanese are also acting, and they want to rescue another breath, that is, the owner of the evil spirit.

Tachibana Tenmon did not participate in the operation, he handed over the family heirloom katana to the driver as early as night, the other party was from the consulate, stayed on Hong Kong Island all the year round, and was not a passenger on the plane, so he was not under surveillance.

……

The other side.

House of the Lord.

Due to historical factors, there are many people on the island who believe in Christ, and whenever they have time, they come here to pray and receive holy water.

Nowadays, hauntings are often heard, and the priest decides to do something to protect the faithful.

You know, after decades of development, the House of the Lord has 200,000 followers, and because of this, the church has gathered a lot of faith to restrain evil.

And here, even if it is just an ordinary bottle of tap water, after a series of blessings such as prayers and offerings, it will have a weak exorcism effect.

Because the power of faith is too strong.

It was so rich that the Fusang Ghost King had just come out of the Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth, and before anyone noticed it, he was surrendered and suppressed by the cross enshrined in the middle.

"Father, where did those two come from? Suddenly falling from the sky, will it be dirty......"

"No way, I've tried it with a cross pendant that I've worn with me for decades, and nothing has happened, they should be people."

"How can there be a normal person like this, one wears gold armor and the other wears silver armor, locks himself in the room, and says all the good things, but he refuses to answer half a word."

A clergyman looked at the white-clothed priest in front of him and said helplessly: "You still send them something to eat, it is better to call the police." ”

"Don't call the police."

The white-clothed priest was reluctant to make a big deal out of it, and at the same time he was curious about who the two were.

"Our all-present Lord forgives even the devil, and they are still human beings."

After saying that, the priest smiled and put the lunch outside the door, picked up the small fan, and fanned it leisurely.

in the room.

The silver armor god general Xiaohui was flipping through the books, and the dense English letters made him extremely headache and dizzy.

Of course, the main thing is hunger.

In fact, he is not a god general in the real sense, and he can't do it without drinking or eating, but the golden armor god general next to him was fooled by the master and can't show his stuffing.

In fact, this person was originally Ma Shangfeng, a military attache of the Ming Dynasty, who had the dragon and tiger qi of the imperial court to protect his body, and the imperial qi added to his body, which could restrain the ghost king of Fusang to a certain extent.

However, he was afraid of death by nature and was unwilling to sacrifice, so the Caolu monk had to set up a game to deceive him, making him think that he was dead, and now he was psychic after death, and was cast a spell and turned into a protector god.

"I'm so hungry, if I don't eat today, I'm going to starve to death tomorrow......" Ma Shangfeng lay in the corner, chanting as if chanting.

Hearing this, Xiao Hui endured his hunger and said, "The gods smell their breath, and mortals eat their taste, how can you be hungry." ”

"It must be a hallucination."