Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 4 Black Pot
Western bliss, the pure land of Buddhism.Shakyamuni took off the colorful cassock and universal Buddhist beads that he wore in the main hall, and only wore a loose robe that was repaired and cut. This is his study room behind his bedroom, which houses hundreds of millions of volumes of ancient scriptures.

This is an independent space created by Sakyamuni, and his daily reading will be carried out here. Even if the world collapses, it will not be damaged in the slightest.

There was only a simple table in the study room, and a lamp was placed on the table. There was no fuel in the lamp cup, only a wick was burning, emitting light that illuminated the entire space.

Sakyamuni sat floating upright next to the desk, and in front of him was a tablet made of amethyst bamboo spread flat on the desk, but there were no words directly engraved on it.

The letters made of amethyst shimmered, reflecting all the words on the desk. Whenever Sakyamuni read a word, the word would turn into a puff of purple smoke and disappear.

After an unknown period of time, Venerable Kassapa appeared behind Sakyamuni.

"My Lord Buddha." Every Buddhist in the Buddhist kingdom, from bodhisattvas to the eight divisions of the heavens, will show awe from the bottom of their hearts when they see the Buddha. This awe is displayed in the form of the Buddha's name.

"Several members of the Holy Court, what's your reason?" Sakyamuni flicked his sleeves, and the amethyst bamboo slip disappeared from the desk.

"No heresy found." Venerable Kasyapa nodded and lowered his eyebrows, saying in a low voice.

"Then let's go ahead with the plan as usual. Since I have been manipulated by those troublesome members of the Holy Court, then proceed as planned." Shakyamuni paused for a moment, and then continued: "That monkey back then, How many hardships have you endured?"

Venerable Kasyapa quickly replied: "The holy Buddha scriptures have endured ninety-nine and eighty-one catastrophes, and only then can they be respected to the Mahayana."

Sakyamuni opened his eyes slightly and said calmly: "81 tribulations are too many, 36 tribulations are too few, and 49 catastrophes have been defeated to tell the members of the Holy Court about the fate of the people." He handed the Venerable Kassapa a piece of cake with a faint red color. Gem of light. "Give this to him."

Venerable Kasyapa clasped his hands together and elongated the tone: "My Buddha, Your Majesty"

"Are you an orphan?"

"I have no father or mother, no relatives, and no friends. I have lived in an orphanage since I was a child. I am not an orphan. Are you?" The tone of the question was soft, comfortable and natural.

The old policeman sitting across from Sumentu was startled for a moment, and then muttered: "Smart teeth, he's pretty skilled at changing concepts."

He raised his head and shrugged his shoulders to make himself appear more imposing. "What are you doing near Ms. Zhang's house? Their house is a single-family villa, independent of the community, and there is no necessary road."

"I'm here to borrow books."

"Borrowing books? You have nothing to do with anyone in Ms. Zhang's family or even the servants in her family. Why do you want to borrow books from her family? What books do you want to borrow?"

"Borrow a very remote book about ancient Celtic mythology, which is not available in the school library. I went to her house to borrow it because I often go to scrap yards to find old books. I have seen a similar book. After inquiring about it later, I found out that it was cleaned out from their house."

The old policeman who was questioning carefully looked at the rather handsome young man opposite him with his eyes closed, and observed all the expressions on his face, but in the end he found nothing, because he was naturally calm and did not look like he was entering the police force for the first time. newbie to the bureau.

"Did you know that Ms. Zhang lost a bag of gold and some jewelry at home? The value of those things added up to 10,000+!" The old policeman's face was a little scary. "When we arrived at the scene, we found you hanging around Ms. Zhang's house. How dare you say that it has nothing to do with you?" His voice was loud, and he became more and more severe in the small interrogation room.

Sumentu still looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. No matter what the other party asks, he can give a perfect answer without any flaws.

It has been nearly [-] hours since he entered this interrogation room. During this period, Su Mentu was only allowed to go to the toilet a few times without a drop of water, but his expression was exactly the same as when he first entered the interrogation room. Never changed.

The gloom in the small room combined with the dim light bulbs is to create psychological pressure on the suspect, but the old policeman feels that he has already had a sign of irritability, and it is uncontrollable.

There was no substantive progress for several consecutive questions. The old policeman took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the young policeman sitting next to him and taking notes always felt itchy on his back. This kind of atmosphere was really uncomfortable. .

"I hope you can cooperate with us and tell the truth about everything you know. It doesn't make any sense to play tricks with me." The old policeman drank several sips of water in the cup in a row. Even though he didn't say much, he felt that The surrounding air felt heavy, and the saliva in the mouth became sticky when inhaled into the nasal cavity, so I had to take a big gulp of water to relieve it.

"Officer, I'm just a suspect in your mouth. Don't you think it's inappropriate to directly ask questions with such a subjective attitude? Besides, I have been cooperating with you. It's just that the facts I said are in line with your imagination. The facts do not match, that's all." Sumentu's tone was not colored at all, neither hot nor angry.

The old policeman asked the young policeman beside him: "Do I have this?"

The young police officer nodded.

The old police officer let out a long breath: "You have to know that Ms. Zhang lost such a valuable thing."

"Officer, you have asked this question twice."

Silence After Sumentu finished speaking, the interrogation room fell silent.

After a while, the old policeman looked up at the surveillance in the interrogation room. When no one responded, he grabbed Sumentu's collar and said with a stern expression, "You'd better tell me everything. , otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

The young policeman behind him finally stopped the old policeman when he was about to punch him down. "Master! Don't be impulsive. Now it's not as good as before." He pointed to the surveillance camera with red dots above the interrogation room.

In the end, the old policeman let go of him, and Sumentu's half-closed eyes didn't show any waves during the whole process.

Half an hour later, Su Mentu shook off his clothes and walked out of the compound of the Public Security Bureau, slowly walking into the bustling crowd on the street.

In the restroom of the police station, the old policeman took a handful of water and sprinkled it on his face, sliding his fingertips over his nose. The scent of tobacco left on it made him feel a little relaxed.The young policeman stood beside him, watched him finish washing his face, and passed a cigarette over. The old policeman took out a lighter from his pocket, held the cigarette between his lips with his hand, lit it, and took a deep breath. , his trembling legs slowly calmed down.

"Keep an eye on him. Although we have no evidence now, he will show his feet sooner or later." This is what the old policeman said to the young policeman. The young policeman was also puffing smoke rings comfortably. Said that he just wanted to talk about his views, but found his master's clenched cheeks and bulging veins on his forehead, so he nodded obediently.

In the afternoon, Sumentu walked on the street with a lost soul. In fact, any ordinary person would have this ghostly appearance when he did not eat or drink for nearly [-] hours. Sumentu was an ordinary person , he is naturally no exception.In the police station, if the first ten hours were spontaneous, then the last ten hours were hard work.

As he told the old policeman, he went to the neighborhood of Ms. Zhang's house yesterday afternoon just to borrow a book. Since his cognitive outlook was shattered on Christmas Day, he skipped class for a day, and then asked the counselor He took a leave of absence, and these days, he has been searching for literature and books on mythology from all over the world.

Just a few days ago, Sumentu was looking for old books at the old book recycling bin, and later he found a badly damaged thread-bound book. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it, but as he flipped through it, he found a Picture, a pure sketch, the content is that the world is divided into two, one half is the Garden of Eden full of life, and the other half is the purgatory of eternal reincarnation. In the middle stands a man wearing a wide cloak. The two worlds are divided into two parts. He holds it in his hand!At that time, Sumentu was shocked. This was so similar to what he saw that day. The old man in a plain white cloak, life and death were displayed on him at the same time, like the god who controlled everything.

Later, under Sumentu's repeated questioning, the old man in the recycle bin who hadn't lost his temper in 30 years was about to lose his temper. After getting the original address of the old book, Su Mentu went to Ms. Zhang's house that day. This book was also cleared from Ms. Zhang's house. Coincidentally, a thief happened to go to her house to steal things that day. Su Mentu When wandering around Ms. Zhang's house and thinking about how to say hello, a group of policemen rushed out from the grass, stuffed him into a police car and took him back to the police station without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)