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Due to this characteristic, many Vinaya disciples voluntarily entered the Great Compassion Temple to practice asceticism.
Nadutong cooperated with Lu Zong to send some troublesome prisoners to Dabei Temple.
There is no need for jailers, high walls or iron thorns; the power of the relics throughout the temple can lock the prisoners tightly in the temple.
No violence, no foul language, simple meals, morning and evening chanting. For evil people with impure six senses and insatiable desires, the holy place of Vinaya is simply a hell of suffering.
If there is a prisoner who really realizes the true meaning of the Vinaya school and walks out of the Great Compassion Temple with dignity, then he can be considered to have turned over a new leaf, so there is nothing wrong in letting him go.
But even Lao Liang, who had a high level of cultivation and could become the exclusive Qigong teacher of Nadutong, did not dare to enter the Dabei Temple and did not have the confidence to walk out. It is conceivable how difficult it is to leave the temple.
At least, in the decades since Dabei Temple served as the bunker, no prisoners have come out.
"Amitabha, Donor Liao, Donor Liang, I have brought the person you want."
The old monk, who was skinny and ragged, but had an expression as peaceful as the ancient temple, clasped his hands together in greeting.
"Haha, host Miaohui, we meet again."
Looking across the threshold, Liao Zhong smiled heartily. He also had some respect for these Vinaya ascetics: "I, Old Liao, am here to trouble Master Miaohui again."
Tilting his head slightly, Liao Zhong saw an old man behind Zen Master Miaohui, who was thin, slightly hunched, and leaning on a wooden stick.
Liao Zhong said jokingly:
"Isn't this Wang Wanghu? I haven't seen you for a long time. You look good. How are you doing in Dabei Temple?"
Popular Science: Haicheng Dabei Temple in Anshan, LN Province, is known as "the cleanest temple in China". It does not charge admission, does not engage in tourism, does not have a merit box, and does not accept money from pilgrims.
Every year, monks in the temple regularly go down the mountain to practice asceticism, bring their own luggage, and beg for food. They do not take public transportation, beg for money, or stay overnight. They walk, eat once a day, and camp in the wild.
Chapter 432 New colleagues, new equipment, new access
Wang Wanghu smiled kindly, "Every day I just eat, take a walk, and listen to Master Miaohui's chats in my spare time. It's good that I don't have to worry about work like Mr. Liao. I am in a peaceful mood now and have learned to enjoy life. Mr. Liao should also give it a try."
“Is that so?” Liao Zhong sneered, raised his lips slightly, and looked down at Wang Wanghu with an overbearing attitude, uttering foul language, “Tsk, then you old bastard, stick your head out so I can see, then come and hit me!”
Not only did Liao Zhong provoke Wang Wanghu verbally, he took a few steps forward, stopped just in time to turn his head, and faced Wang Wanghu with his right cheek in an arrogant and scoundrel manner, as if he was asking for a beating.
The murderous aura surging in Wang Wanghu's heart froze the smile on his face. His whole aura was terrifying, like a paper doll with a smile on its lips late at night, sinister and frightening.
The smile disappeared as if he had teleported. In the blink of an eye, Wang Wanghu was leaning against the door sill, staring at Liao Zhong's neck expressionlessly, like a wild animal trapped behind bulletproof glass in a zoo.
"Amitabha, both donors, please do not be tempted by worldly desires. If Donor Wang shows murderous intent again, all his ten years of meditation will be in vain. Donor Liao, please behave yourself and stop provoking Donor Wang."
Miao Shan, the abbot of Dabei Temple, sighed helplessly, took a step, walked out of Dabei Temple, slowly pushed Liao Zhong away, and stood between the two of them.
Miao Shan was obviously a head shorter than Liao Zhong, and was not a person who could practice physical cultivation, but Liao Zhong still let Miao Shan push him two or three steps away.
Wang Wanghu took a deep breath and said without any sadness or joy: "What exactly is Mr. Liao going to do this time?"
Liao Zhong laughed: "I came here specially to see you. Seeing that you still can't get out, I feel much more relieved."
If Wang Wanghu could really leave Dabei Temple, it would mean that he had completely entered the monastery and had no worries. That would be really troublesome, as Liao Zhong really had no way to recruit a monk who had no desires or demands.
Liao Zhong glanced at Wang Wanghu and said, "Dabei Temple does not prohibit people from practicing and cultivating. Wang Wanghu, your skills should not have fallen behind."
Wang Wanghu frowned, feeling that something was wrong: "What on earth are you going to do?"
Liao Zhong showed his true colors: "I'm here to recruit you, to recruit you to be my temporary worker."
"···,Ha ha ha ha!"
There was silence at first, and he thought he had heard it wrong. Then Wang Wanghu's shoulders shook, and finally he laughed out loud towards the sky.
After laughing enough, Wang Wanghu finally straightened up and turned back into the thief who tried to create a god and steal the country's fortune. He said in a defiant tone,
"Liao Zhong! Do you think that if you lock me up for more than ten years, the lion will become a dog like you?"
Although Wang Wanghu mocked him in the face, Liao Zhong was not angry. He was the regional head of Nadutong. If he was really a rough guy like he appeared to be, how could Zhao Fangxu trust him to be in charge of the research work of the bunker while presiding over the work of the South China region?
"Lion, you still think you are a lion." Liao Zhong caught Wang Wanghu's words, "It seems that you still have some humanity and haven't forgotten the Lion Club. The Lion Club has been screwed by you."
A thief who stole the country appeared. The Lion Clan, which had been honest and low-key, came into everyone's sight. Like the Tang Clan, their every word and action were watched and studied.
Just like the Tang Sect's killing machine, the three magical instruments of the Lion Society were also closely guarded, and files were set up for all disciples who had the potential to master the Cai Qing skill.
They may not have committed any crime, but since they mastered sensitive technologies such as printing and gunpowder, they were naturally monitored.
In particular, the Lions Club knew of Wang Wanghu’s intention but concealed it, which is an even more serious crime.
Being strictly guarded by the authorities is not a good thing. Many shops have gone bankrupt because of it.
Wang Wanghu, who had thought about becoming a king, of course understood these things. He said coldly, "That was all your fault. It has nothing to do with me."
Liao Zhong said: "You lost, so you owe them. Your junior brother is quite considerate. He hid you for so many years and has no complaints against you in these years."
"..."
Wang Wanghu was silent, and Liao Zhong stood outside the temple patiently waiting for his answer.
Wang Wanghu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "Let me out, then you won't be afraid that I will mess around again."
Liao Zhong said: "Since you are a temporary worker, you must resort to some tricks. Besides, the times are different now. An old lion like you may not be able to turn the tables."
Wang Wanghu snorted coldly: "Killing you is enough."
Liao Zhong patted Lao Liang next to him and said, "I brought bodyguards with me. Besides, Master Miao Shan is here. Do you want to be his 'disciple'?"
The word "disciple" made Wang Wanghu quite afraid. He snorted twice and didn't argue again: "I need to pack some clothes."
Liao Zhong said: "I'll wait for you."
"Just to remind you, we can go everywhere but things are different now than before."
Wang Wanghu didn't take Liao Zhong's words to heart. He turned his head, pounded his waist, and staggered back to the temple, saying casually, "What big changes can there be for an old company like yours?"
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"We're here. This is our new location."
"This is everywhere! Have I come to the wrong place? I'm such a big courier company, where did all those packages at the door go?"
Zhang Chulan, who had just come out of the desert and was exhausted and dusty, leaned on the car window at the back seat, staring at the nine-story building in the courtyard in front of him with wide eyes. Feng Baobao next to him followed suit, leaning on the other side of the car window and exclaiming in amazement.
"Wow~,"
The thousand-acre compound has nine-story gray buildings. There is a sentry post in front and guards inside. People coming and going are dressed in neat uniforms with emblems on their shoulders.
After confirming his identity with the security guard, Xu San started the car. He saw two surprised faces in the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "This was originally a new building built for our colleagues. Later, when we were reorganized, half of it was allocated to us, so there are still colleagues of ours in the building."
Even Feng Baobao noticed something was wrong with the solemn and dignified station, and asked Xu San, who was driving, "San'er, we have completely become a state-owned enterprise. Do I need to hide my identity when I meet the police in the future?"
Xu San was somewhat helpless and annoyed: "Baby, don't just follow what Xu Si taught you. What cops? They are all our colleagues."
"But you're right. Your new IDs have been processed. If you encounter detectives during future missions, show them your IDs so they won't arrest you again. Only then can Xu Si get you out of here."
Zhang Chulan swallowed his saliva and couldn't help feeling a little nervous. This was his first time in police station.
He was an honest child and had never caused any trouble, except when his father ran away from home when he was a child and he was left alone. Before he was taken away by the welfare home, Director Song took pity on him and took him to live in the police station for two days. He had never been to any place in the police station except the service hall.
After parking the car in the parking lot, Xu San got out and took them to meet Xu Si. Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao were like country people who had entered the Grand View Garden, standing on tiptoe, leaning forward, looking left and right, and everything they saw was new.
Feng Baobao didn't care about the new environment, but Zhang Chulan was obviously shocked and felt a little uneasy.
Xu San saw Zhang Chulan tiptoeing behind him and said with a smile, "Chulan, just ask whatever you want to ask."
Zhang Chulan said, "Third brother, I feel like there seem to be a lot of new people in the company. Also, I saw Brother Zhou and Xiao Nan standing guard at the door. The iron rulers they wore around their waists were used by the yamen runners, right?"
Zhang Chulan did not ask about the current situation of Naduotong, which was what he was most curious about, because he knew that Xu Si would explain these things to him later. It would be better to use this time to ask about the thing that he was second most curious about.
I just took a glance at a few colleagues who were about to go out on a mission, and the equipment they were carrying was obviously different.
But from a casual glance just now, Zhang Chulan discovered that the equipment carried by those people on the mission was not borrowed from their peers, but the old "eight items", a high-intensity flashlight, a walkie-talkie, handcuffs, a closed-yuan needle, a kettle, a fine steel baton, a multifunctional dagger, and the last piece of self-defense bulletproof vest.
The original multifunctional dagger and baton were replaced with an old-fashioned dagger and a 60-centimeter-long, whip-shaped steel whip with an upward mountain-shaped guard on the handle, which was specifically used to block swords.
The iron ruler was originally a weapon created by Shaolin monks, and ancient yamen runners liked to use it.
Unlike soldiers and officers, yamen runners were not there to just arrest suspects, not to kill people.
The steel rods are not likely to kill people, but a hit will cause bloodshed, skin and flesh to be torn, and the person will lose the ability to resist. The mountain-shaped guard can also block the swords in the hands of the arrested criminals. Therefore, there were still old yamen runners who were proficient in iron rod skills until the Qing Dynasty.
Yun, who was summoned by Lu Jin to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony and admitted defeat when he met Lu Linglong, was wearing a mask and was using a pair of measuring rulers, which were not as powerful as the swordsmanship of famous masters.
The iron ruler was even introduced to Japan, where it was called the Jutte or Ronin ruler. It became a weapon used by non-samurai class constables and ronin who had no money to forge famous swords during the shogunate period.
But since the advent of the musket and the electric baton, this outdated weapon has been sent to museums and history books. Even the martial arts halls and combat schools that are gradually becoming popular rarely display this kind of iron rod that looks very low-end and not cool.
The reason why Zhang Chulan paid attention to it was because the materials of these things were different. They were not made of steel but more like bronze products. In what era are bronze ware still being used?
He had a guess, but he didn't dare to believe it.
Xu San smiled, raised his hand, and used his innate telekinesis power. Seven handleless crescent-shaped flying knives flew out from under his suit hem.
The crescent moon spun at high speed and turned into a full moon, making a sharp sound of breaking wind. The seven flying knives were like seven stars guarding Xu San as he rotated.
Zhang Chulan clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Amazing, Third Brother's telekinesis is getting more and more powerful."
This is sincere. Zhang Chulan is not a greenhorn boy anymore. He has witnessed the power of the art of controlling objects at the Luotian Grand Ceremony. The most outstanding disciple of the new generation in Jiajia Village, Jia Zhengliang, who can control five hundred flying knives at a time.
This alone shocked many senior extraordinary people at the time. They looked at the previously unknown Jia Zhengliang in a different light and treated him on the same level as Tang Wenlong of the Tang Clan and Zhang Lingyu of Longhu Mountain.
Xu San said modestly: "You are flattering me. I have said before that my telekinesis is very crude and cannot reach the level of precision of the art of controlling objects. The reason I can reach this level is not because of my ability, but because these seven flying knives are extraordinary."
"Just wait and see."
He controlled six flying knives to fly back into his inner pocket, and the remaining one floated in the palm of his hand. As Xu San controlled it, the edge of the rapidly rotating knife wheel gradually glowed red, and flames suddenly appeared.
The wind force brought by the spinning flying knife drove the flame into a stream of flames, a spiral of wind and fire, and a rolling heat flow. It seemed as if there was a roaring turbine on Qi Xu San's palm.
"Magical weapons? So many?" Zhang Chulan asked in surprise.
The concept of the rarity of magical weapons was mentioned to him countless times after he officially entered the world of extraordinary people. He had never seen a real magical weapon in the North China region.
Only during this trip to the desert did I see real magic weapons on a group of people from Biyou Village.
Ma Xianhong, whose cultivation level was at most similar to Zhang Lingyu, was able to stand up to Hu Xiuwu by relying on his full set of magical equipment.
It was also at that time that he learned about another of the Eight Wonders, the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, in addition to the Origin of Qi Body, Fenghou Qimen, and Tongtian Lu.
Could it be that Ma Xianhong has cooperated with Nadutong?
"No, no, this is not a magic weapon. This is the Dragon Fire Bronze of the South Sea Hatetian Clan. It is a kind of peculiar metal and can be regarded as some kind of natural treasure."
Xu San shook his head and retracted his telekinesis. The flying knife slowly stopped spinning and fell into his palm. He handed the flying knife to Zhang Chulan.