I really want to be a cook

Jiang Ping tried his best to hold back his laughter, and patted Bujie on the shoulder:

"Let me first explain that I am not laughing at you, I just thought of a happy thing.

Hahaha"

No wonder he never heard the gossip between the Murong family and the monk who did not quit killing in his previous life.

Feelings are just wishful thinking, it's hot to shave your head.

Look at the politeness and reservedness of the second Miss Murong, she almost said the words stinky and shameless.

It's like a little girl who was ignorant when she was a child, and said she wanted to be your wife when she was playing house, can she really marry you when she grows up?

But it's too beautiful, right?

Bujie turned around silently, and whispered distressedly:

"Master lied to the little monk. It turns out that getting a wife is so troublesome, and the little monk doesn't want to marry."

"Benefactor Jiang, the monk is going back to the mountain."

"The master is about to die, and the monk is going to see him die. After seeing the master, the monk can return to lay life."

Cough cough, is your posture planning to go back and kill the master?

Just as Jiang Ping was about to say something, he saw a large group of people rushing towards him in the distance.

Leading the way was a group of Yamen police officers, followed by Yishui's strong dark yellow man, full of evil spirits.

"Monk, you have committed a crime! Come with me!"

The leader of the head catcher swung his waist knife and grabbed the head start.

Bujie glanced at Zhaotou, then at Jiang Ping, feeling a little confused.

"Amitabha, why did the benefactor arrest the monk?"

The catcher's surname is Yan, and he is one of the head catchers in the government office of Lin'an City.

This time it was Chen Wanfu, the owner of Jixiang Casino, who came to him to report the crime, saying that his son had been killed by a monk.

Chen Wanfu had a good relationship with his county magistrate in private, and paid him tribute every month according to the rules. Naturally, when a friend of the government reported the case, he would deal with it immediately.

So Yan Butou used the energy he had in marrying a wife back then, and in just half a day, he locked down the final murderer.

Naturally, there is also a reason for not giving up and covering up.

"Hehe, have you forgotten the five lives of the Lucky Casino?!"

Yan Butou sneered and stared at Bujie warily.

This monk was vicious and vicious, he saw all five corpses in Jixiang Gambling House, they were all killed with one blow, without mercy.

So he dared to conclude that under the seemingly peaceful face of the little monk was a cruel murderer's heart.

Not giving up is still a confused expression:

"People are killed by the monks, but that's because they want to kill the monks first, and then the monks kill them. Is this also wrong?"

"Big mistake!"

Yan Butou clasped his fists in both hands, saluted the sky and said:

"The state owns the state law, they want to kill you, you just report the case, and the state has its own law to punish, how can you set up a private court and take people's lives at will?

If everyone was like you, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

Don't talk nonsense, if you don't get caught without a fight, don't blame a certain family for being merciless! "

Dusk is approaching.

Yan Butou pulled out his waist knife, and the bright blade shone with yellow light.

Swish! ! !

All the arresters behind him drew their knives, and the tense atmosphere instantly rose.

"Master said that the officials are not trustworthy, and the monks cannot go with you."

Shaking his head without hesitation:

"However, since this is your duty, I won't make things difficult for you, my benefactors, you'd better leave early."

"Don't be ashamed!"

Yan Butou snorted coldly, then shouted at Jiang Ping:

"Boy, you are so close to this monk, could it be his accomplice? Come on, catch this head and take it together!"

Jiang Ping was originally a melon-eating crowd at the theater, but was arrested by Yan and immediately entered the battle.

He was about to explain a few words when he heard another shout:

"Who dares to take my brother?!"

this voice,

Hiss so familiar!

Um?Cheap sister!

Jiang Ping looked up, and saw a pair of long legs stretching out in the afterglow of the setting sun, as long as half a street.

It is Tieguanyin!

Yan Butou didn't know Tie Guanyin, but he recognized the commander Yan Xiaoliuyan behind Tie Guanyin.

That is the commander of the local god arresting department, the official rank is half a rank higher than his own grand master, and he is directly under the jurisdiction of Zhao Du, even the county guard may not sell his face.

Because he often needs to assist the Shenbu Division in handling cases, Yan Butou has also met Commander Yan several times, and knows that he is a capable person.

At best, he would catch small thieves, deal with neighborhood disputes, ordinary cases of impulsive killings, and the real thieves had to be taken care of by the detective.

In fact, after seeing the scene of the Lucky Casino, he had already sent someone to notify the God of Detectives that his main purpose here was actually to delay time.

Otherwise, with his temperament, how could he gossip with people for a long time, and he would have gone straight to the point.

Seeing that Commander Yan was half a body behind the long-legged beauty in front of him, Yan Butou, who had been in the officialdom for a long time, knew that the person who came was not small, not to mention other things, it was easy to make him a small Butou.

So he immediately yelled to stop, and he drew back his knife to meet him.

Unexpectedly, the beauty didn't even look at him, and just skipped him, and met the little white face in front of her.

That's right, in the eyes of Chief Yan at this moment, Jiang Ping is just like a little boy.

"Sister, why are you here?"

Jiang Ping really didn't expect that Tie Guanyin would come here so far. Based on the distance of Jiu Xianren, he should have brought Wan Boguang to Shuoyang a long time ago.

At this time, Tieguanyin should have given Wan Boguang a severe punishment in the black prison of the God Detective Division.

Tie Guanyin paced forward, looked Jiang Ping up and down, and felt relieved when he saw that he had no missing arms or legs.

Hearing that she gave Jiang Ping a white look, she said in a slightly coquettish tone:

"Can't I come? I'm afraid that if I don't come, I will never see one of my good brothers again?"

She really shouldn't have come, but when she heard the Jiuxian said that Jiang Ping was staying at the Murong Mansion, there seemed to be something unspeakable, and she also heard that the Murong Mansion was full of secrets, right and wrong, so she couldn't help but think about it. No matter what, I have to go there to support my younger brother.

Regardless of what Jiang Ping wants to do, at least he can get out safely.

With the face of the Tie family, Tie Guanyin still has this confidence even if the opposite is the Murong family.

"Ahem, you can come, you can come, you can go wherever you want."

Jiang Ping said with a dry smile.

"Female benefactor, just now the little monk's Buddha told the little monk that you have a predestined relationship with the little monk."

An inappropriate voice suddenly cut in.

He looked at Tie Guanyin with piercing eyes, folded his hands together, and looked determined.

Jiang Ping couldn't help putting his hands on his forehead.

This guy, sure enough, has never changed his temperament since he was young.

If you see one and love the other, you are talking about him.

Just now I said that I don't want to marry a wife, now I say that I am destined.

You have so much fate, can your Buddha take care of it?

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"Ok?"

Only then did Tieguanyin set his sights on the little monk Bujie.

The little monk had pretty features, but after seeing that little bald head, Tie Guanyin's eyes immediately became disgusted, and his tone became stiff:

"Little monk, did your Buddha tell you that your life is not long.

I seem to have heard that you committed a crime just now, do you have a warrant?Which temple monk are you from, ask your family to come over and explain. "

Tie Guanyin was full of energy when he saw that he was not guarded, but he was not distracted when he faced the swordsman, so he knew that his kung fu was not shallow, and also saw that he was young, so he should be from a famous family.

As for this kind of famous disciple, when handling a case, the God Detective Division usually has to look at the specific background of the other party first.

If it's that kind of big disciple of martial arts, there will be a big master sitting in the family.

So as long as it's a non-serious case, everyone can fool around and give a slight punishment, then just confess it.

The so-called politics is the constant compromise between the two sides. If the Shenhunsi wants to represent the imperial court to maintain the order of the entire martial arts world, some people still have to give face.

After all, there will always be some kind of monster in the rivers and lakes. It is really shameful that he dared to enter Zhaodu Palace to have a face-to-face talk with his emperor on the same day.

It doesn't matter whether he dares to do it or not, and whether he can succeed after doing it, this kind of action alone is enough to make the royal family lose face.

For this reason, the Shenhunsi has been looking for a balance point on behalf of the court.

Otherwise, there would be no such special position as a bounty catcher.

"A ultimatum?"

Bujie scratched his head, as if he was recalling something:

"It seems that someone gave the little monk a degree certificate at the beginning, but the master said that being a monk is to be a monk in your own family, not a monk in the eyes of others, and you won't do it if you give money. This thing is too hard to wipe your butt. It seems to be thrown into the stove in the end. Tai cooked a bowl of white porridge for the monk."

The ultimatum is recognized by the imperial court and issued a famous post, a certificate of a serious monk.

No matter if it is Taoism or Buddhism, only those who have a degree can be regarded as a real monk. They can receive subsidies from the government every month.

It is a small means for the imperial court to win over people from other places.

Generally speaking, everyone readily accepts it. After all, a fool would not want free money and free treatment, although there will be a little restraint.

What's more, the imperial court has already given face like this. If you don't accept it, you will be shameless. Believe it or not, a large army will come to wipe out the mountain gate the next day.

"If you don't have a degree certificate, then you are a wild monk."

Hearing that the young monk's master didn't take Du Ju so seriously, Tie Guanyin's heart moved, and the names of several such arrogant monks flashed in his mind.

"But you can also tell me your master's name, maybe I can recognize him, you must know that what you committed today is serious.

If I don't give an explanation, even for my brother's sake, I won't let you go easily. "

Tie Guanyin didn't know what the little monk had committed, but he frightened him first, and said that there was no reason why Tie Guanyin couldn't understand this basic skill of being an official.

He wasn't frightened if he didn't quit, but there was a little bit of confusion in his eyes:

"It seems to be a little different from what Master said."

The master taught him that karma must be repaid, and he ended his own karma, so why did he seem to have caused a bigger karma.

"The little monk's master is one yuan, but he is just an unknown old monk."

"One yuan? Evil Buddha one yuan?"

Tie Guanyin was startled.

As the daughter of the director of the God Catch Department, her authority allows her to get in touch with many secrets in the world.

This one-yuan evil Buddha is one of them.

The evil Buddha was born in an unknown small temple. When he debuted, he only knew one arhat boy kungfu, but he was able to fight against the martial arts master without losing, which can be called a brilliant talent.