With the help of the locals, I searched for a long time, but there was still no trace of Heibiao.

Suddenly, the old tour guide's eyes turned red, and he actually squatted on the ground and cried, kowtowing to Lin Mosheng constantly.

Lin Mosheng was overwhelmed.

After several inquiries, the interpreter figured out why.

With a complicated face, he said to Lin Mosheng, "Mr. Lin, this old man's son and daughter were killed by the Black Tiger. ”

"Don't the local police care?"

Lin Mosheng asked subconsciously.

The interpreter is also Siamese, with a sneer on his dark face, "The army and the government have been fighting endlessly in the past two years, who is in the mood to care about the life and death of ordinary people." ”

"The police have been here, but the black tiger is cunning by nature, it hides when there are many people, and it is so wooded here that unless there is a large-scale carpet search, there is no trace of it."

"But no one wants to put that much effort into it, pretend and leave."

When Lin Mosheng heard this, he sighed, sure enough, not all police officers can stand up for the people.

I was indeed born in a good country.

He stepped forward to help the old man up, and said seriously, "I will do my best in this matter." ”

The old man probably understood what Lin Mosheng meant from his expression, so he held back his tears and excitement and invited Lin Mosheng to go to his house for the night to spend the night.

After all, it is basically impossible to search for black biao in the jungle at night.

Lin Mosheng shook his head slightly and looked at the translator, "I heard that there is a tiger temple here, let's go there for a night." ”

The translator didn't think much about it, and in Siam, it was normal to spend the night in a temple.

In the evening, everyone came to a magnificent temple, and the interpreter introduced with great interest, "Mr. Lin, although this tiger temple has a short heritage, it has been very magical over the years, so the incense is prosperous. ”

"But because of the recent black tiger incident, people don't dare to come, and the incense has declined."

Seeing Lin Mosheng and a few people coming, the chubby monk looked vigilant and stepped forward to interrogate.

Knowing that several people were from the Sequoia Society to hunt tigers, he suddenly changed his face with another expression, looked at the four strong men that Lin Mosheng followed, and hurriedly invited him in.

Entering the temple, Lin Mosheng could hear the roar of the tiger from time to time, and the monks who looked at the past were also fat and big-eared, full of red light, and had no shallow sins.

Lin Mosheng passed by the Daxiong Treasure Hall and suddenly smiled at the golden Buddha who was sitting.

"At the end of the Dharma, my son and my grandson will be monks, put on your robe, destroy your Dharma, have the name of a monk, and practice the way of demons!"

"Even if you are made of gold, you can only cross alone, not all sentient beings."

Lin Mosheng spoke Chinese, so the monks around him did not understand.

Only the translator understood, and glanced at Lin Mosheng thoughtfully.

Coming to the meeting room, the host received everyone with a smile on his face, "Thank you for coming to surrender the outer demons." ”

Lin Mosheng stretched out his hand to stop the other party from performing the namaste salute, and suddenly asked with the help of the translator, "I once heard the story of the Buddha sacrificing his life to feed the tiger, and today I am curious, I want to ask the monk, if you have the opportunity to sacrifice your life to save thousands of people from fire and water, you may feed the tiger?" ”

The host did not hesitate at all, and said with a smile, "Naturally, I am willing." ”

Lin Mosheng also smiled, looked at the figure in front of him that was already shrouded in the dark red light of sin, and said, "In this way, I will have no problem." ”

Everyone was slightly strange, they didn't know what kind of trick Lin Mosheng played, and after dinner, Lin Mosheng and the others were invited to the monk's house to rest.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, more than a dozen monks gathered together, but the hall that was supposed to be bright and bright, under the projection of the lotus lantern, it appeared to be full of shadows, distorting everyone's figures.

Coupled with the constant wailing of the tiger beast, it looks surprisingly ghostly.

At the beginning, the Zhike monk looked at the host anxiously and said, "Host, do you think these people can solve the black tiger?" ”

Originally, the business of their temple was booming, but with Hei Biao looting and killing people around, neither the rich nor the ordinary dared to come again.

Although everyone used to live a hard life before, but enjoyed that kind of luxury and flattery, who would want to have morning bells and dusk drums, green lanterns and Buddha?

A hint of gloom flashed in the host's eyes, and a compassionate smile was cold, "Instead of asking for others, it is better to ask for yourself!" ”

"What do you mean?"

A sturdy monk's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he asked.

"That beast hates us to the core, but this temple has the blessing of the Buddha, so it doesn't dare to come in, so it can only wander outside."

"Although we have a weapon in our hands, it is very difficult to catch it in the mountains, but unlike humans and animals, we humans can use traps!"

"Since these people are willing to sacrifice their lives to feed the tiger, we might as well fulfill them! Use them to catch that beast! ”

As he spoke, he looked at the other people, "Are the guns ready?" ”

The monks nodded, although they were trapped in the temple during this time, they were not sitting still, and they bought a lot of guns through the outside world.

The host looked at the monk again and said.

"Shancai, you go find some of the clothes we are wearing, cut them into rags, and secretly put them in their luggage."

The eyes of the monk who was called a good fortune lit up.

That's right, the black tiger hates them to the core, and once the living person with their scent leaves the temple, the black tiger will definitely find a way to hunt them down.

It was for this reason that they did not dare to act rashly, so they could only stay in this temple and rely on the protection of the Buddha.

I thought that the police would solve this matter quickly, but it was useless to think that the group of policemen would not be able to shirk after two people died.

Shancai hesitated for a moment and asked, "Can we kill that black tiger?" ”

When the host heard this, he suddenly stretched out his palm, and the thin old man easily lifted the hundred-pound Zhike monk up.

There was no mercy in his eyes, and his expression was distorted and crazy, "If you can't kill that black tiger, you might as well die!" Do you really want to ring the bell and chant the Buddha every day like this? ”

His words stirred up a frenzy in everyone's hearts.

yes, if they couldn't kill that black tiger, would they be able to endure this kind of life?

Shancai struggled to breathe, looking at the host's vertical pupils like cat's eyes, and the fear in his heart was difficult to contain, "Spare your life." ”

The host recites a Buddha name, suppresses the bloodthirsty desire in his heart, and lets go of good wealth.

Looking at everyone again, "As long as I kill that black tiger and eat its flesh and blood, my tiger head will be successful." ”

"At that time, our temples will no longer have to be opened in such deserted places, Bangkok, Palpit, and the whole of Siam will have our temples!"

The host's voice was full of demagogy, and everyone looked at the host with burning eyes, caught in that beautiful future.

The Buddha statue behind them lowered its eyebrows and eyes slightly closed.

In the monk's house, the urn in Lin Mosheng's arms moved.

It's just that this time the ghost girl didn't come out directly, but transmitted a message to Lin Mosheng.

"You're saying there's something in this temple that can suppress you?"

Lin Mosheng's eyes lit up, and sure enough, this temple was not killed by Hei Biao, but there was another secret.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Can you find the source that suppressed you?" ”

The urn moved.

Lin Mosheng no longer hesitated, and found several translators together, "Don't sleep tonight, just hide here, don't go out if anything happens outside!" ”

The translator had the heart to say something, but he was swept away by Lin Mosheng's gaze, thinking of the banana tree that was interrupted by the waist, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and nodded silently.

Then I saw Lin Mosheng's figure like a civet cat, easily blending into the night and disappearing.