Fang Lang had already expected the performance of this old monk, smiled indifferently, and asked the translator:

"How many words did he just say?"

The interpreter was stunned by the question, his face was a little nervous, and he slowly stretched out two fingers.

Fang Lang didn't care whether the translator's answer was true or false, since he stretched out two fingers, Fang Lang should be two sentences.

In this case, all the Japanese looked at the two fingers stretched out by the translator, and then Fang Lang said behind him:

"Since our host said two words of nonsense, let's drag two people out!"

Soon four soldiers stepped forward and dragged two monks out of the crowd. Let the two monks kneel down facing the wall, and without talking nonsense, they directly took out their pistols and "banged" twice.

The room suddenly became a mess, and the screams of the women almost burst Fang Lang's eardrums.

The surrounding warriors all raised their guns in their hands, and in the face of the muzzle of the black hole, everyone quickly learned to shut up.

Fang Lang even saw several Japanese women desperately covering their mouths with their hands to prevent themselves from making a sound, but their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, Fang Lang said to the translator again:

"Ask again, please tell this host gentleman that two people will be dragged out this time with a piece of nonsense."

The translator's eyes were a little dodgy at this time, and he felt that the one standing in front of him was a devil at all.

However, he did not dare to refuse the devil's request. With a slightly trembling voice, he looked at the old monk again, and muttered.

This time, the old monk learned to be obedient, and he actually closed his eyes, folded his hands, and stood quietly in place, quite with a generous momentum of dying.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Fang Lang unconsciously felt that the old monk opposite was the embodiment of justice, but he was a heinous robber.

If you are not strong enough, you may really be defeated at this time.

It's a pity that Fang Lang is a person who has not only received a history education in modern society. It is also a soldier of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force who has been oppressed by Japanese Americans in Brazil.

Soldiers who are accustomed to seeing life and death will not have any mercy for these vested interest groups in Japan's war of aggression against China.

These people, in fact, are no less than the crimes committed by soldiers on the battlefield.

First of all, the so-called aristocrats hiding here are the driving forces behind this war, and they are also the vested interests who can really grab the fruits of victory in the back without risking their lives in the war.

And these monks are the culprits who sent some Japanese young people to the battlefield with a blessing or two, and a talisman.

Compared to what the devil did in his hometown, Fang Lang felt that he was simply a gentleman.

Since he has the opportunity to avenge the people of his hometown, he will never be soft, let alone choose forgiveness for the deceased.

Fang Lang believes in blood for blood and tooth for tooth.

Some time ago, Fang Lang had been hiding behind and agitating the soldiers of the expeditionary force, so he didn't have to be too restrained.

However, as time passed, Fang Lang knew that everyone would soon be recalled to Brazil.

The political storm in Brazil is about to erupt, and Fang Lang himself hopes to return to Brazil to stabilize the situation and protect his family.

Therefore, he had to hurry up and get everything he wanted to do in Japan.

Fang Lang glanced at the old monk who seemed to be about to exude divine brilliance, and smiled:

"Since Mr. Host chooses to be silent, let's kill them all, let's find them ourselves!"

After finishing speaking, they were about to turn around and leave, and when the soldiers heard Fang Lang's words, they directly pulled the bolt and prepared to shoot.

The interpreter next to him was so frightened that he knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed:

"Mr. Colonel, please give me a chance, I will be able to convince them."

Fang Lang glanced at this translator with a little meaning, what does it mean, this is to be a hero!

However, Fang Lang didn't mind fulfilling him, after all, he said that he would help him arrange the practice of Huanxi Zen, and with this kind of intimate service, Fang Lang wanted to give him a small face.

Looking at the translator kneeling on the ground, Fang Lang said coldly:

"You've got a minute."

After speaking, he walked out of the room without looking back, and said to the platoon commander of the expeditionary force guarding the Japanese:

"In a minute, if no one wants to lead the way, kill them all."

The platoon commander said without hesitation:

"Yes, sir!"

In fact, sometimes, Fang Lang felt that the Brazilian soldiers were still very useful.

Maybe it's because most of the soldiers are uneducated. And Brazil has a relatively short history, jumping directly from a colonial society close to a slave society to a capitalist society.

Most of the people at the bottom still have some feudal remnants, so the obedience of the grassroots soldiers is very good, and the orders issued by the soldiers are carried out without discount.

Therefore, in Brazil in this era, it is actually very easy to form a warlord, and what Fang Lang is doing now is basically equivalent to a small warlord.

Fang Lang, who walked out of the house, glanced at the dark night sky, and was already thinking about his next move.

Since the management of the League General will arrive tomorrow, if you continue to stay in Osaka, you can only be an occupation force with the nature of a policeman, and this job will not be interesting.

Jumping out of the box is the right way to go.

Fang Lang had just thought about the beginning, and the interpreter walked out with the presiding abbot with a dead face.

Looking at the devil translator who ran over and nodded at him, Fang Lang leaked a smiling expression at him, which scared the devil translator enough.

Hurriedly spoke:

"Mr. Colonel, the presiding abbot has realized his mistake and has also obtained the consent of several social elites, so I will take you to the treasure room of Tennoji Temple now."

When Fang Lang heard this, what kind of social sage is this, look at the meaning that there is not only the treasure of Tianwang Temple in the treasure room now! Maybe the treasure of the Hakutsuru Museum is here now!

"Oh? Listen to what you mean, this treasure room also houses other people's collections! ”

What else can Fang Lang be dissatisfied with this kind of opportunity that can be served in one pot! As he spoke, he waved his hand and motioned for the two to lead the way in front.

The presiding abbot was crying and mournful throughout the whole process, and he didn't say a word, and he didn't know if he was afraid that he would kill him by saying the wrong thing, or because he didn't want to have any communication with Fang Lang.

The devil's translator on the road also explained that the current treasure room of Tennoji Temple does contain many nobles' family collections, which is also their risk-averse behavior.

Unexpectedly, it directly fulfilled Fang Lang, giving him the opportunity to directly serve it in one pot.

Soon, several people followed the presiding abbot through several Buddhist halls and came to a five-story tower, Fang Lang knew that this was the five-story building, a famous scenic spot of Tennoji Temple, and he didn't expect that the treasure room of Tennoji Temple would be in such a conspicuous position.

As the abbot opened the door on the first floor and pushed the door in, it was a ring of Bogu shelves, and all kinds of antique cultural relics were placed very neatly.

Even, behind the Bogu shelf, Fang Lang could still see unopened wooden boxes, with some family crests painted on them.

Apparently the family collections of various nobles, what else is there to say about this?

Fang Lang didn't bother to look at it, and directly ordered Qi Qingshan behind him to pack the box.

The soldiers of the expeditionary force had obviously gained experience, and they began to pack all the belongings in an orderly manner.

The presiding abbot had expected it. However, at this moment, looking at the movements of these soldiers, they directly sat down on the ground, and their eyes were gray.

Fang Lang didn't care, patted Qi Qingshan's shoulder, pointed upstairs, and motioned for him to go up and have a look.

He translated to the devil:

"I heard that there is an ancient Chinese Bingzi Jiaolin sword here, let him take me to see it."

The interpreter hurriedly muttered to the presiding abbot.

Hearing the words of the devil's translation, the presiding abbot stood up from the ground in a flash, and sprayed at the devil's translation with anger on his face.

Fang Lang didn't bother to look at him twice, but looked at the collection on the first floor seriously, and from time to time he instructed the soldiers to handle it gently.

Finally, the devil translator finished communicating with the presiding abbot, and came over and whispered to Fang Lang:

"Mr. Colonel, the abbot said that there is no Bingzi Jiaolin sword here, only Prince Shotoku's saber."

"Haha...... Since our abbot is such a dead duck with a hard mouth, let him be! I want something, not win or lose. Because we've already won, haven't we? ”

Hearing the words of the devil's translation, Fang Lang felt that it was really ridiculous, something from China was worn by your bullshit prince, so he directly denied his history.

After listening to Fang Lang's words, a flattering smile immediately appeared on his face, and he echoed in a loud voice:

"Yes, Mr. Colonel, the Allies have already won, this damn old monk really doesn't know how to lift, please don't be like him."

Fang Lang felt more and more that this devil's translation was a bit interesting.

No matter how you look at it, it's a bit of a humiliation, I don't know if I'll have a bite to taste when I'm on the side!

nodded differently, and motioned for the devil translator to lead the way.

Several people went up to the top floor of the five-story building under the leadership of the presiding abbot, and the presiding abbot was about to take out the knife, but was directly stopped by Qi Qingshan, who was following.

Qi Qingshan stepped forward and glared at the presiding abbot fiercely, pushed the old man away, held a knife box with his own hands, and handed it to Fang Lang.

Fang Lang was not polite, he directly reached out to open the knife box, only to see a handleless straight knife lying quietly on the silk knife box lining, Fang Lang looked at the luster on the knife body, and couldn't help but sigh.

This is obviously the style of the straight knife of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, which is completely different from the slightly upturned knife shape of the Japanese katana, and I don't know how these Japanese have a face, saying that this is a national treasure of Japan.

Putting on gloves, Fang Lang gently stroked the words "Bingzi Pepper Forest" on the knife, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart, which can be regarded as a national treasure returning to the hands of the Chinese themselves.

Gently closing the knife box and signaling Qi Qingshan to take good care of it, Fang Lang looked at the presiding abbot and said:

"I've heard that there are also many treasure rooms in Tennoji Temple in Tokyo?"

The devil translator hurriedly translated Fang Lang's words to the presiding abbot.

As a result, when the abbot heard this, his face changed greatly, his eyes were frightened, as if he had seen the devil, and he jumped from the fifth floor of the five-story building without hesitation.

Fang Lang didn't expect that this abbot would have such a fierce reaction, originally he just wanted to blow up this abbot.

I didn't expect this abbot to be so rigid, he directly didn't give Fang Lang any chance, and chose to kill his own mouth.

Didn't he understand that his reaction was equivalent to telling Fang Lang directly, were you right?

Does this mean that you have a brain or that you don't?