The Iron Giant Bird was flying in the air, and Lu Mingfei had boarded the plane a few hours earlier under the guidance of Liang Xiaodong.

"Sir, do you look a little nervous and need a hot towel?" The peugeot-looking stewardess walked with a pair of long legs wearing black silk and came to Lu Mingfei's side to greet politely.

The person in front of him who can charter a plane to India is obviously a rich second generation.

"You...... Do you have a knife? ”

Lu Mingfei grabbed the armrests of the seat with both hands, and when he passed through the security check, his knife and torture tools were taken away by Liang Xiaodong, and now he was a little uneasy.

"Are you going to cut something?" The flight attendant smiled and looked at Lu Mingfei, "I can do it for you." ”

"Just give me a knife."

Drip! A chime interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Mr. Lu, we have arrived at our destination, the plane needs to ....."

Bang!

Lu Mingfei slammed the porthole glass hard, and a huge pain passed through his body, and the glass shattered.

"Sir!" The flight attendant shouted in horror, but before she could continue to finish, Lu Mingfei jumped out of the porthole.

"Captain, captain, guests..... It's a jump! The flight attendant picked up the walkie-talkie in a daze, and the air that blew in her forced her to return to her seat and fasten her seatbelt to stabilize her figure.

"I didn't hear clearly, I repeated." A man's voice came from the intercom.

The stewardess picked up the walkie-talkie tremblingly, and said with a crying voice: "Captain, Mr. Lu jumped out of the plane, and it seems that he didn't bring a parachute." ”

.......

The Dahawi slum, which covers an area of only 1.75 square kilometres, has a million inhabitants.

There are local dogs constantly shuttling through the "hills" formed by construction waste and household waste, and the stench of dampness comes from the narrow and busy streets.

Lu Mingfei lay next to a tent, waiting for his "folded" body to recover.

When he was able to stand up, the tent in his eyes began to transform into mud houses, and the Indians in the streets began to become ragged people.

"Yes, it's still like this."

Lu Mingfei walked towards the west as he spoke, and after a while, he came to the white gate.

On the door plaque, Zhengde Temple switches back and forth with the text he can't read, like a slideshow.

"Amitabha." Lu Mingfei held the Buddha ceremony in his hand and said to the little monk next to the gate.

"Amitabha." The little monk also returned the salute, "What is the matter with the donor?" ”

"I'm fine..... Just come back and see. After Lu Mingfei finished speaking, he lifted his clothes, and the skin and flesh on his stomach began to flow to form the word "Huiming".

"It turned out to be Uncle Taishi of the Hui generation." The little monk saluted respectfully, "I'll go and help you tell the abbot." ”

"No, no, I'll go in by myself."

After Lu Mingfei finished speaking, he walked inside, he leaned on the mahogany door outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and looked inside cautiously.

"Senior Brother Huiming, are you looking for me?" The old man's voice came from behind Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei looked back, the monk in the robe, white eyebrows, but his skin did not have any wrinkles, and the characteristics of young and old people coexisted strangely in him.

"Senior Brother Huijue." Lu Mingfei bowed, "Don't come unharmed." ”

"What are you doing this time?" Hui Jue asked.

"Miss you, come and see." Lu Mingfei scratched his head and said.

"Don't don't, the old man can't afford to visit his junior brother."

"Everyone is a senior brother, so ....."

Hui Jue raised his right arm hanging from his robe, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "The first time Senior Brother Huiming came to my Zhengde Temple was forty years ago. ”

"yes, back then..."

"At that time, the junior brother suspected that the master was helping the monarch of Yu Guoguo, and used the "Daqianlu" of the Jingjiao to kill in this pure place of Buddhism."

"If you don't fight, you won't know each other, or I won't be able to become a monk."

"Monks?" Huijue raised his eyebrows, "The second time Senior Brother Huiming came to Zhengde Temple, he was chased and killed by the soldiers, and on this Daxiong Treasure Hall, he pulled out his hair and kowtowed to the Buddha a few times. ”

"That's not...."

"As a result, the soldiers met with the swords of Zhengde Temple and injured more than a dozen monks protecting the temple."

"Didn't I cure them later?" Lu Mingfei said.

"Well, but the relationship between the Bing family and Zhengde Temple has never been better."

"We are monks, we have to close so many ......"

"Senior Brother Huiming came to Zhengde Temple for the third time." Hui Jue looked at the plaque above and recalled, "This time it seems that nothing happened. ”

"yes, I was sincere that time.....

"But not long after you left, the whole temple was deceived by Zaowangdao, they pretended to be monks, saying that only by sacrificing flesh and blood can we achieve the great self."

"Amitabha." Huijue sighed, "At that time, the master felt that these words were quite Zen, so he burned all the Buddha statues in the temple, and the flesh and blood merits saved by the old man were also burned by the master. ”

"Damn sit and forget!" Lu Mingfei clenched his fists, patted Huijue's back and said, "It's okay, senior brother, didn't you survive this." ”

"Yes, but that time the master committed suicide, and I was the only one left."

"Now that Senior Brother Huiming is coming to Zhengde Temple again, what's the matter?"

"It's really not a big deal this time, I'll find someone surnamed Chen." Lu Mingfei said.

"Chen?" Abbot Huijue walked to the Mahavira Treasure Hall, looked at the mahogany plate on the eucalyptus in front of him, and sighed.

"Is this still a small thing?"

"What's going on?" Lu Ming was puzzled, "I'm not just looking for someone." ”

"The only person you can find is Chen Yi." Hui Jue said as he picked up the amulet from the mahogany plate, opened his pants, and threw them into his crotch.

"Chen Yi?" Lu Mingfei repeated, "I haven't heard of it, who is it?" ”

"The founder of the fledgling Esoteric Zen sect." Abbot Huijue shuddered, took out the amulet and put it on the plate, and replaced it with another one.

"Fix what?" Lu Ming was not alert.

"Desire, all desire."

"Okay." Lu Mingfei nodded, "I didn't understand, but senior brother, you tell me where this person is." ”

"Opposite."

"On the other side?" Lu Mingfei looked left and right, "Opposite Zhengde Temple?" ”

"No, he's behind this hall."

When Lu Mingfei heard this, he ran and detoured to the back of the Daxiong Treasure Hall from the side.

To his surprise, the back was actually the same arrangement as the front.

But it was not a monk who walked in the courtyard, but a group of people who behaved strangely.

"Flowers, how about coming to me tonight?" The naked man said, "I've had a crush on you lately." ”

"Look, that's okay." The flamboyantly dressed woman looked down.

"His grandmother's!" The man with a meaty face with a knife in his hand came over and killed the two people directly.

As soon as the woman's body fell, a boy with a thief's eyebrows lifted her body behind a large tree in the courtyard, and then leaves fell from time to time due to the vibration.

Heng Rou walked towards Lu Mingfei with a knife, grabbed his collar and said, "Hurry up and wash Lao Tzu's body with your mouth!" ”

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei didn't understand.

"Damn, why don't you understand human language." As soon as Heng Rou Face raised the knife, his hand was broken by Lu Mingfei.

"Thank you for the knife." After Lu Mingfei finished speaking, he walked under the Daxiong Treasure Hall and looked up.

The four golden characters of the Treasure Hall of Bliss were dazzling in the sunlight and the chaotic voices.