Infinite Script Killing

The huge pressure made Jiande's muscles tremble all over his body. He turned his head with difficulty to look at his mentor. The huge pressure made every vein on his face bulge.

His eyes were full of confusion and confusion, and he couldn't understand why the master didn't destroy this evil spirit, but instead took action against himself.

The old monk lowered his head, ignoring Jian De's incomprehensible gaze. He gently stroked the top of his head with his other hand, and could vaguely feel the ring scar under his hair through his hair.

"Do you still remember the reason why I gave you the name of Dharma? This world is very complicated. Whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, there are thousands of living beings. My teacher hopes that you can identify right from wrong and gain enlightenment, so I give you Dharma." It’s called Jiande.”

Speaking of this, the old monk couldn't help but let out a deep sigh: "But you are wrong. It is my teacher's fault. I see you going further and further away from Buddhism and getting closer and closer to the ignorant teachings. You should have been able to enter." Why should people of the new era trap themselves in that pedantic and ignorant past!”

"I..." Jiande gritted his teeth and spoke with difficulty, word by word: "That's right! The Buddha needs people to support him, and people support him. If he teaches someone, his merits... are immeasurable..."

Seeing that he was still stubborn and unclear, the old monk was finally disappointed.

He raised his hand and slapped Jiande on the back of the chest. Jiande immediately let out a muffled groan in his chest, as if something had been broken. His body went limp and he fell to the ground. He spit out a mouthful of blood and his body twitched slightly.

"Amitabha."

The old monk raised his head and looked at Xu Tong, clasped his hands together and bent deeply.

Xu Tong couldn't stop him, so he could only turn to the side and said with a naive smile: "Master, why are you doing this? This junior cannot afford it."

The old monk pointed to the identification on the ground and said: "Please ask the little benefactor to bring him to justice. This man's name is Zhang Yong. He was taken in by our temple at the age of seven and left the temple at the age of 24. From then on, there is only Zhang Yong in the world and there is no identification."

Xu Tong probably understood what the old monk meant, and felt relieved. He was really worried. The old monk was going to take this guy away, but he had no temper at all.

But what the old monk means now is that this guy is no longer a Buddhist disciple, and he hopes Xu Tong will not involve this matter with Buddhism.

Of course he would not refuse such a trivial matter: "This person is Zhang Yong, not just Zhang Yong, the insane murderer!"

"Master!!"

After Jiande heard this, he couldn't help but scream angrily: "Why, why, where did I go wrong? Didn't you say that the doctrine is the law and the promotion of it is the Tao? How could I be wrong? You said... you talk……"

He twisted his body as hard as he could, and twisted towards the old monk's feet step by step.

But the old monk avoided his hand and said to Xu Tong: "If the donor has any difficulties in the future, you can come to the temple to find me. As long as it is for righteousness, the poor monk will never refuse."

"That's a good feeling!"

Of course he would happily accept such a good thing. If he encounters serious trouble in the future, with the old monk as his backer, he will not be afraid of the sky falling.

But seeing that the old monk was about to leave, Xu Tong's heart moved, and he hurriedly caught up and asked: "Master, last time you said..."

Before he could ask a question, the old monk stretched out his hand to stop him from continuing: "Amitabha, the secret of heaven must not be leaked."

Yes, he hates the old monk's behavior the most. It's like putting a big cork back in after you take a shit.

If you don't want to ask, don't ask. As long as you are still in this big script, you are not afraid of not being able to see your master.

After bidding farewell to the old monk, I saw the old monk holding an umbrella and leaving. He walked very slowly and recited the Diamond Sutra as he walked.

"If you see me with my form and seek me with your voice, you will follow the wrong path and will not be able to see the Tathagata..."

This sentence was spoken very softly, but when it hit my ears, it was no less than a bolt from the blue, like thunder.

Jian De... No, he should be called Zhang Yong now. Obviously this sentence was meant for Zhang Yong.

With a simple sentence, Zhang Yong's approach was completely rejected, just like a teacher hitting a big duck egg on the student's test paper.

The great monk walked quickly and disappeared after a while.

Xu Tong walked up to Zhang Yong and knelt down to look at him.

Zhang Yong looked decadent at this moment. On the one hand, the master had ruined his Buddha bones and cut off his cultivation. On the other hand, the master only used one Diamond Sutra to negate all his efforts.

This double blow to the mind and body was undoubtedly Zhang Yong's most devastating moment. When he raised his head, he saw Xu Tongzheng looking at him motionless, not to mention how disgusted he felt.

"Why, are you happy now?" Zhang Yong asked angrily, but after asking, Zhang Yong regretted it.

Xu Tong didn't answer. He sat next to him, not caring whether the muddy ground would stain his pants, and stared into the distance.

"Actually, I'm very similar to you. You are an orphan, and so am I. I envy you for having a master to accompany you when you were young."

"hehe!"

Zhang Yong sneered disdainfully, but after a while he couldn't hear Xu Tong continue talking. When he looked up, he saw this guy wearing headphones, as if he was listening to music, with red eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing??" Zhang Yong shouted with all his strength.

Xu Tong looked back at him and took off his headphones: "What did you say?"

"I asked you what you are doing, why don't you continue talking??" Zhang Yong helplessly repeated what he just said.

"Listen to music. It is said that when you are in a bad mood, listening to it can make you feel better." He said and put the headphones in front of Zhang Yong. It was obvious that Zhang Yong didn't understand this thing very well, but after hearing what he said, he felt happy in his heart. I really want to listen to it.

Seeing his hesitation, Xu Tong put the earphones into his ears considerately: "Let's listen together."

I saw him talking and pressing the play button on the Walkman.

"Hey, today is a good day. Everything you want can come true. Tomorrow will be a good day..."

Along with this heart-tugging melody, the expressions on the two people's faces suddenly changed in two levels.

In the field, Xu Tong was laughing and Zhang Yong was scolding. Under the scorching sun rising in the sky, a row of cars with flashing police lights could be seen heading towards them in the distance.

"Good boy, keep quiet, you have taken the lead!"

Ni Wenchao patted his shoulder, his strong and strong palm making a squeaking sound.

Yang Wenchao and Li Nan looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces, while Chen Jian was cursing and complaining.

They ran around together, and in the end the fruits were picked by this guy.

"A blind cat encountering a dead mouse is not worthy of the Dao, nor is it worthy of the Dao."

Xu Tong waved his hands, but there was no trace of humility on his face. This undoubtedly made Chen Jian, who was already unhappy, even more angry.

"Why does that guy keep looking at you like that!!"

At this time, Li Nan pointed at Zhang Yong who was locked in the car. Zhang Yong almost pressed his face against the glass and glared at him.

"Oh, it's okay. The beating was a bit harsh. It's normal."

As he spoke, he put his arm around Ni Wenchao's shoulders and waved towards Zhang Yong, as if telling Zhang Yong: "Did you see that the leader praised me? I will be promoted when I get home. Today is a good day... …”

Zhang Yong almost hit the glass, not because he didn't want to scold, but because he couldn't curse anymore.

Because Zhang Yong was injured and needed to be sent to the hospital for examination first, Xu Tong took another car back and worked overtime to hold meetings to discuss the case.

According to the reports of Li Nan and Yang Guiguo, the murderer was basically confirmed to be Zhang Yong. As for Butcher Wang, it was a reporting clue. However, considering his previous concealment, Ni Wenchao finally decided not to investigate or reward. .

In fact, everyone knows what happened. The reason why Butcher Wang concealed it and even helped Zhang Yong take the blame was partly out of loyalty. After all, if you help me avenge you, I can't let you go to jail.

On the other hand, he wanted to buy Zhang Yong time to kill Song Baosheng, who had slipped through the net.

What Butcher Wang was thinking was, I didn’t kill anyone anyway, so I could help Zhang Yong buy some time, and he would eventually let me out.

It can only be said that this silly man did not understand the law and did not know the law, so he went astray. However, these things were tacitly understood by everyone, so they were not written into the report.

After the meeting, Xu Tong also heard a prompt from space.

[Side Mission 1: Buddha Head Murder Case Completed]

I have to lament that the gap between the big script and the small script is really big. The side tasks that can be completed casually in the small script require so much energy here.

"Xiao Zhao, this case was handled well. You performed very well. I will report your situation after the case is concluded. It just so happens that the bureau now needs to set up a typical representative to let everyone know that we, the case handlers, must not We are limited by limited thinking. After all, the murderer’s thinking has unlimited possibilities, and we should have broader knowledge and cognitive thinking than them.”

Ni Wenchao's praise always comes suddenly and is so well-founded that people cannot argue with it.

Xu Tong knew very well that as a qualified actor, Xiao Zhao at this time must show that kind of humility and pride.

But before he could start his performance, the landline phone on his desk rang.

Not long after Ni Wenchao picked up the phone, the expression on his face suddenly solidified. For a moment, his face with Chinese characters was covered with thick clouds: "Asshole, what are you doing for food? With three people watching, he can still run away? Look for me, and if you can’t find it, I’ll throw you into the ravine and never come back!”

The phone was slammed on the landline and he told everyone: "Zhang Yong ran away. Everyone set out immediately and blocked all intersections. I must find this guy."

After saying this, Ni Wenchao did not forget to look at Xu Tong. After all, he was the one who captured the person, and he has the most say: "Xiao Zhao, what do you think?"

When the leader gave him a chance, Xu Tong could only bite the bullet and think about it.

In fact, he was also very surprised. Zhang Yong had been crippled by the old monk. This guy was seriously injured now. How could he escape under the surveillance of three police officers? ?

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly thought of Guo Jinhua's corpse that had been resurrected as a fake corpse, and his mind tightened: "There is an accomplice!"