Zhang Muzi's voice landed, and in the open space next to the willow stone carving on the right side of the mottled red lacquer gate of the main hall, a short hair with no more than an inch long, wearing a black robe inside and red outside, tall and tall, looking like a middle-aged lama, nodded, and said approvingly with an unusually old accent: "There are tens of thousands of temples dedicated to the gods and Buddhas of the righteous path, among which there are hundreds of big temples and big temples, and the 'aura' of the Buddha and the gods is also scattered.

On the other hand, even if the evil way monsters can be bewitched for a while, they cannot prosper for a long time, so once there is a grand temple with a long heritage, it will often gather spirits to manifest and lead to the foundation.

I have long felt that this temple is a little strange, but the land of China is different from other places, decades of catastrophe, the destruction of the Buddha and the gods for a long time, the Internet search can not find useful information, I really can't find the heel here, so I put it down. ”

"Has Tibetan Tantra also been informatized, and the Venerable Master is used to solving problems on the Internet when he encounters them," Zhang Muzi perked up his spirits when he heard this, smiled and said, "But you must have been a monk since you were a child, and you didn't go to college, even if Google doesn't get it, there is still something called a library in this world."

If you are unpopular with literary and historical materials, it is more reliable to go there to find them. ”

"Master Shakyamuni Buddha," the Venerable Master Sanjie said as if he didn't even understand the joke in Zhang Muzi's words, and saluted him with his hands folded and called the Tantric Buddha name, "but I have been taught." ”

Seeing that the lama had no sense of humor, Zhang Muzi smiled boringly and stopped talking, and the broken temple suddenly fell into silence, and it was not until more than ten seconds later that Song Dayu, who was instructed by the director, carefully opened his mouth to break the silence. "Three masters, it's past one o'clock in the morning now. Can the crew call it a day?"

Looking up at the gloomy night, he looked at the head of the Abe family and Sanjay Lama beside him, and neither of them had the intention of speaking. Zhang Muzi had no choice but to reply: "I had a good fight with those beasts tonight, they shouldn't be looking for trouble anymore, call it a day." ”

Hearing his words, the broken temple quickly became noisy, "Finish work, call it a day, tomorrow will be delayed for two hours, start at ten o'clock, okay, the crew quickly put away the set." One-time direct packaging, those that can be reused with a certain amount of snacks...";

"Wires, wires, are you kid demented, be careful with the wires under your feet, really, pack up the wires first and then go and carry the lights...";

"Lao Liu, Anzi, your driver team will open the car door first, and then come back to help clean up, it's too late to finish today. Let's do it together..."

Ten minutes later, the crew members who had experienced many encounters like fantasy movies in the eyes of ordinary people overnight packed up their sundries and rode in the car with trepidation. Rush in the direction of the old town of Shencheng.

In the middle of the long queue with dazzling far-sighted lights, Zhang Muzi sat in the comfortable black nanny car of the 'YG' girl group. Looking at the vast night through the car window, his eyes deliberately avoided the grand waist-tight costume next to him. Change to a casual casual friend.

"Muzi, are you swimming? Why are the clothes on my body wrinkled like this, do you want to change into clean clothes, anyway, now the two of us are about the same figure, I brought an extra one..."After changing into beige casual clothes, Zheng Meili breathed a sigh of relief, looked at her friends around her, and asked in a playful tone.

"Zheng Meili, how heartless are you now, you won't be scared so soon, can you joke. Zhang Muzi pursed his lips, interrupted the words of his dead friend without turning his head, and said.

"No kidding, what I said is true, the team master walks as slowly as a turtle because he is afraid, isn't it uncomfortable for you to dress like this and stuffy in the carriage?" Zheng Meili said with a smile.

"You're crazy if you're not kidding," Zhang Muzi turned his head to look at his dead friend, his eyes widened, and said, "Do you really want me to change clothes in public without any politeness like you, and still change women's clothes." ”

"Is it a public place in the car," Zheng Meili also retorted with wide eyes: "Our actresses and models have a working habit like this, you can change clothes if you have a little cover, this is called professionalism, do you understand it." ”

"There are five female artists around me, and only one of them changes clothes in front of me, are you literate?" Zhang Muzi said in a disdainful tone.

Hearing this, Zheng Meili pouted and said: "Xiu'er, they are 'fake immortals' in front of you, usually in front of familiar actors, agents and even drama managers, who doesn't take it off directly." ”

"Then please be a 'fake immortal' in front of me, is it okay to say that it is working time?" Zhang Muzi looked at his dead friend and shouted loudly, and the other people in the nanny car felt that they were really angry because of the boring conversation, and when they wanted to persuade or not, the two suddenly looked at each other and laughed.

"It's good that you're in Muzi, otherwise I'd be really scared to death. After laughing for a while, Zheng Meili naturally tilted her head, leaned her head on Zhang Muzi's shoulder, closed her eyes, and whispered in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Don't worry, no one can hurt you with me. Zhang Muzi said categorically;

While reaching out to pat Zheng Meili's shoulder, the palm of her hand was gently held by her as if she had perceived it in advance and placed it on her face.

Touching Zheng Meili's silky cheeks like mutton fat, Zhang Muzi's heart was flooded with inexplicable ripples, and she subconsciously wanted to pull her hand away, but when she saw the relieved and quiet face of her dead friend, she didn't do anything in the end, so she comforted her and returned to the alley where she stayed.

The next day near noon, after the crew changed the filming location and turned on, Zhang Muzi specially instructed the Sanjay Lama, who had gradually become acquainted, to take care of the safety of the dead party, and then stopped a taxi at the intersection and rushed to the largest national library in 'Shencheng', intending to borrow materials about the literature and history of the 'Wutong Temple' in the western suburbs, but he was closed.

At the front desk of the library, the young girl in charge of consulting said to him apologetically: "Sorry sir, now all the materials about the religious literature and history of Shencheng have been uploaded to the Internet.

If you can't find it on the Internet, it's so precious that you can't even scan it, and the general public can't borrow it. ”

"Then what kind of person can borrow books?" asked Zhang Muzi with a frown.

"You must have a relevant academic background, and issue a letter of introduction from the municipal government, the Cultural Affairs Bureau, the Education Bureau, or a regular university in Shenshen..."The young girl replied politely, and as she was talking, she was suddenly interrupted by a light cough, "Zhang Muzi, right?"

"May I ask who you are?" Hearing someone call out his name, Zhang Muzi turned his head vigilantly to look at a tall middle-aged man in a black suit, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a righteous face, who had just walked silently to his side, and asked rhetorically.

"I am Zhong Xueliang, deputy director of the Special Situation Handling Department of the Ministry of Security of China, and presiding over the work of the Second Division of the Special Intelligence Department," the middle-aged man boldly showed his documents directly and reported his identity, "I have something to talk to you about." ”

"Director of the Ministry of Inland Security," Zhang Muzi Although he didn't know much about China's domestic land administration system, he still knew a little about what the Ministry of Security did, and couldn't help blurting out in surprise: "So you are a senior intelligence officer, talk to me, why talk to me, I'm not a spy." ”

"Classmate Zhang, of course you are not a spy," Zhong Xueliang frowned when he saw that Zhang Muzi Rory was not cooperating with his work, and directly took out a few photos from his ** pocket and handed them over, "But it is not a simple person." ”

Zhang Muzi took the photo, and saw that the content above was captured from different angles, using a high-definition infrared night vision lens to capture the image of a young man who half-covered his face with his hands intentionally or unintentionally when flying, he couldn't help but be silent for a while, and sighed without quibbling, "I know that the sky over Shencheng is prohibited from flying without an application, but animals can't fly on their own ability?"

"Of course ordinary animals can, but especially dangerous animals are different, even if you are a very humorous one among dangerous animals," Zhong Xueliang replied with an expressionless face and the slightest change in his tone: "We still have to talk." ”

"You have a straight face, but you also speak with a good sense of humor. Hearing this, Zhang Muzi could only nod helplessly, and then smiled at the front desk consulting lady who was beside him with wide-eyed eyes and a shocked face, "Thank you for your service, goodbye." He walked out of the library behind Zhong Xueliang and got into a black seven-seater second-hand recreational van.

There were already four young people sitting in the carriage, and when they saw Zhang Muzi getting on the train, although his expression was pretending to be calm, his breathing was obviously heavier, and his hands were always stretched out in his pockets, making a vigilant appearance.

Zhang Muzi, who was targeted by the mainland authorities in China, seemed relaxed on the surface, but in fact he had already raised his spirits for 120,000 points, but what he didn't expect was that after getting into the car, the expected step-by-step interrogation did not appear, but in silence he took the car to the door of a business hotel called 'Yiyi' in the downtown area of Shencheng City, which seemed to have been quite old.

"Let's get to Mr. Zhang, let's get off. As soon as the RV stopped, Zhong Xueliang pushed the door and said.

"Is your inland intelligence agency working in this kind of hotel?" Zhang Muzi jumped out of the car and looked at the hotel door in front of him, which was so old that he could barely see the original color, and asked with his mouth wide open.

Zhong Xueliang didn't answer Zhang Muzi's words, just nodded silently, but a young man who walked out of the car door behind Zhang Muzi replied: "There is a special security bureau in Shencheng, but we have discipline in attendance at the headquarters, and we can't trouble local comrades, and the prices in Shencheng are expensive, so it's good to be able to live here." ”

"Yes, wow, it turns out that the agent in the movie who has so much money that he can't spend it is not fictional, and your intelligence officer's life is so 'life-like'. Zhang Muzi pouted and walked into the hotel behind Zhong Xueliang. (To be continued......)