On summer nights, it is so hot that it is unbearable, on the streets, alleys, crowds of people in twos and threes, some bare-chested with a towel on their shoulders, shaking the fan and sweating, tonight, it is another sleepless night.

On the hillside in the distance, there were flashlights shining, this was the People's Liberation Army and public security personnel carpet outflanking search, a scout looked at a pile of lying weeds and said to Li Ming: "Section chief, come and see, this grass seems to have been trampled down." ”

Li Ming came over and took a flashlight, it was obvious that the weeds were falling in one direction, not beasts, they must be people, he whispered: "It seems that this kid didn't go far, follow the traces." ”

They each pulled out their pistols, "clicked" twice, and the bullet was pushed into the chamber.

In the weeds, a dark shadow is hidden from time to time, he is the absconding spy Song Jian, today he is like a lost dog, hiding there and not daring to move, let the mosquito bite, bite many pimples up and down his body, and forget his hunger and thirst, now he can't take care of a lot, and his life is important.

A strong light slowly approached Song Jian, and at this critical juncture, there was a big tree not far away, and he jumped for life and hid in the fork of the big tree.

Li Ming and the others came to the bottom of the big tree, and used a flashlight to shine around again, and the scene below Song Jian in the fork of the tree could be seen clearly, as long as anyone shone the flashlight up, he would be finished, so the stone hanging in his heart was up and down, and a cold sweat broke out on his body.

Under the big tree, a small path stretches to both sides, Li Ming and they hesitated, and they continued to search along one side.

Looking at the lights and figures in the distance, Song Jian only got off the tree, temporarily breathed a sigh of relief, sighed, and thought: "Maybe you can escape today, but you can't escape tomorrow." ”

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In the morning, Mingguang Temple is shrouded in an ethereal smoke, the treasure of the main hall is hidden and hidden in the smoke, and the surrounding mountain wind and the cries of unknown insects blend together, forming a natural landscape painting.

Before the morning bell rang, the little monk got up early, the sound of the broom echoing halfway up the mountain, and he habitually cleaned the courtyard first, and then flushed the toilet, which was his daily compulsory lesson.

Today he did the same, the courtyard was cleaned, and then, carrying a bucket of water, ready to flush the toilet, he stood on tiptoe, put something on the windowsill of the blind, and then covered it, in the process of putting it, he also touched something, he put it in his underwear pocket, and continued to do his work, recently, he felt happy to be able to do something for Wang Jin, he felt that this must be the case between people, but he felt that there was no one here except Wang Jin who was a good person, don't look at them all day long vegetarian and chanting Buddha, full of mouths"Benevolence, righteousness and morality" are actually all "male thieves and female prostitutes", especially the old monk, he really hates him.

Although Wang Jin was drunk last night, his mind was still very sober, and now he knew that the floor plan of the underground palace was in Song Baixiong's hands.

It seemed that he staggered back to the dormitory, but he did not feel sleepy, and from his memory, he made several dots on a piece of paper, of which, the middle one was the largest, and the other was the farthest, and he drew what seemed to be a tablet, and then poured both full bottles of hot water into the toilet. Standing at the door in a hooligan tone, he shouted: "Lao Tzu is dying of thirst!" Nobody cares? ”

Soon, the little monk brought the kettle over to flush the water, he handed the things to the little monk, and motioned for him to send it out early tomorrow morning, and the little monk nodded and went out.

Wang Jin got up early in the morning today, and recalled the scene when Song Baixiong was drunk last night: "Plan? Lao Tzu is blind and has a good chest in his chest, and the 10 of hearts has expressed his attitude to Lao Tzu, if he doesn't turn the coast upside down, he won't come to see me, and, ......" What are the articles behind? Turning the Marina upside down? It's nothing more than sabotage, maybe this is an important part of the "Purple Light Project", and he always feels that Adjutant Liu must not be underestimated, why does he always stare at himself secretly? Did he see a flaw, or was it a coincidence, anyway, this person is a bit not simple, be careful.

"Tuk Tuk" knocked on the door twice, interrupting Wang Jin's thoughts, it turned out that the little monk came in to flush the water, the little monk flushed the water, handed over a thing to Wang Jin, and then closed the door and went out.

After the little monk went out, Wang Jin quickly opened the small note, and when he looked at it, he was taken aback, only to see that it was written: No. 0 destroyed the power plant but failed, the fish escaped, pay attention!

At a glance, he knew that this was Xiao Yong's message to him, reminding him that Song Jian's conspiracy did not succeed, and it was possible to come to the underground palace to ask him to have enough, face-to-face mental preparation, there is no doubt that this message is very important to him, the two used to get along day and night, and he came back from the dead, and now he is his superior, how to make him believe? Is it a power or a preemptive strike? Apparently he had to see the opportunity, and he burned the note in the ashtray with a lighter......

In the Mingguang Temple, the green incense is curling, the crowd is bustling, one after another, people come here with different wishes, some are seeking to restore health for their families, some are asking the Bodhisattva to bless the prosperity of business, and more young girls come to seek their own home...... Some hold three sticks of incense above their heads, some kneel on the futon with their hands together and whisper, God knows whether the Bodhisattva will meet your requirements.

A woman dressed in a rural area, with a printed headscarf wrapped around her head, a light Shilin cloth shirt on her upper body, a scarf tied around her waist, a pair of trousers on her lower body, and a pair of black cloth shoes on her feet, I saw her kneeling there, her hands together for a while, bowing her head for a while, and muttering to herself in her mouth, no one could hear what she was saying, the old monk sitting on the side squinted his eyes, held a wooden hammer in his right hand, kept knocking on the wooden fish, and did not know what he was reading in his mouth. ”

After kneeling three times and bowing six times, the peasant woman habitually took something out of her chest, put it in the "merit box", and then walked away......

Everything about the peasant woman was clearly seen by the little monk behind the prayer flag, and the little peasant woman and monk looked a little familiar, what was the bag she stuffed into the merit box?

The key to the merit box was kept by Master Hui Jue alone, because many pilgrims donated money to the merit box every day. Today, the little monk got up very early, as usual, he first came to Master Huijue's bedroom, helped Master Huijue pour the urinal, he gently pushed open the door, only to see Master Huijue lying there like a pig, still snoring, a coat was placed on the chair next to the bed, the little monk bent down to carry the urinal in one hand, and reached into the pocket of Master Huijue's coat with the other, at this time, Huijue turned over, the little monk quickly retracted his hand, Huijue turned over again, continued to snore, the little monk touched the bag again, the bag touched, Finally, he touched a key, so he came out with the urinal, went to the main hall, opened the merit box, took out a bag of things, and locked it again.

The little monk poured the urinal, returned the urinal, and took the opportunity to stuff the key into the pocket of Huijue's coat. The little monk came to Wang Jin's room with a kettle again, he gently knocked on the door twice, Wang Jin just got up, heard the knock, and hurriedly opened the door, saw the little monk come in, the little monk stuffed Wang Jin with a bag of things, Wang Jin hurriedly opened it, was stunned at first, and then, on the table, "Where did you get it?" ”

The little monk also gestured at the "merit box" on the table.

Wang Jin extended his thumb to the little monk, and the little monk smiled, and everything returned to normal.