Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 299 The Biggest Difference Between People

Yang Hao ignored the flirtatious stewardess, and just said displeasedly to the co-pilot: "I told you to concentrate on driving your plane, but you still look back. How to land the plane safely as soon as possible should be the problem you should concentrate on thinking about now."

He continued to check the captain's physical condition, and then asked the stewardess angrily: "Your captain, doesn't he have the habit of taking drugs?"

The flight attendant's complexion changed, she hesitated for a moment, and then stammered: "Uh, he...he seems to have a history of taking drugs, but I heard that he has quit."

Yang Hao rolled his eyes: "I'm really convinced, what kind of shitty airline are you guys, can such a person let him fly the plane?"

He gave up his plan to continue rescuing the addicted captain, and said with a dark face, "It's a good thing that something happened now, otherwise, if there was such a sudden crash when landing, wouldn't the plane be destroyed?"

The stewardess was terrified after thinking about it, and apologized to Yang Hao: "Sorry, we didn't expect this to happen, then... can the captain be saved?"

Yang Hao snorted coldly: "It's hopeless. I've been taking drugs for a long time. This time, the blood vessels in my head probably burst. When I landed at the airport, I should have seen Lord Hades."

The cockpit fell into silence, and the co-pilot concentrated on controlling the plane, and finally landed at Phuket International Airport without any risk.

When the plane landed safely, there was an instant burst of cheers in the cabin!

The happiness of the rest of the life after the catastrophe made many people couldn't help crying aloud, and they took out their mobile phones to call the people they thought were the most important, telling about the horror in the air.

And when Yang Hao stepped out of the cockpit, he was greeted with thunderous applause.

Yang Hao waved to everyone calmly, and took the little monk off the plane.

The suspicious men also got off the plane.

After entering the terminal, Yang Hao took the young monk and walked quickly into the second restroom on the road. There was no one there, only the doors of the two cubicles were closed.

Yang Hao put down the luggage bag and said in a low voice, "Just clean up the tail here."

The little monk was gearing up: "Okay, is it mortal or alive?"

Yang Hao's head was full of black lines: "Master, shouldn't monks be compassionate?"

The little monk curled his lips: "That's fine, just beat him half to death, and then knock him out."

Soon, the men followed into the bathroom, but before they could see clearly what was going on inside, four fists quickly magnified in front of them.

Bang bang bang!
In the blink of an eye, Yang Hao and the little monk knocked these people unconscious to the ground.

The two quickly touched everything on each other's body, even the private money that one of them hid in the hidden pocket of his underwear was instantly swept out by Yang Hao's see-through eyes.

After a while, those poor guys were tied up by Yang Hao with their own belts and trousers.

The stinky socks were used to gag, and finally they were stuffed into the innermost cubicle like an arhat, and the little monk locked it from the inside, and then turned it out from the top.

"OK, it's done, let's go."

Yang Hao snapped his fingers and walked away with the little monk.

……

In the early morning, the red sun is rising and the sea breeze is blowing.

A fisherman's wharf on the south side of Phuket Island is moored with dozens of fishing boats, large and small.

Wearing sunglasses and masks, Yang Hao and the young monk boarded one of the fishing boats.

After a while, the fishing boat sailed out of the pier and headed towards Indonesia.

Gudong!

Along the way, Yang Hao casually threw the passports and mobile phones of those Dongying people into the sea, and the young monk reported the situation to Prince Ma with a satellite phone.

After the call ended, he put down the phone and said, "Brother Hao, Lao Ma said that everything in the East China Sea is normal. At least the enemies on the surface have been eliminated, and the hidden ones should stop for a while."

After throwing the things away, Yang Hao shook his head slowly: "The other party will not let it go, if you want to solve this matter thoroughly, you still have to find a way to uproot that bliss pure land sect."

The little monk had a wry smile on his face: "Brother Hao, although this is true, this matter is difficult to deal with. The Bliss Pure Land Sect has a lot of influence in Japan, and it is difficult for this secret organization with a long history to be completely eliminated. Destruction."

He thought for a while, and then he simply showed up and said: "For example, the Dharma Protector behind my master, Tianzong, originated in the era of Patriarch Bodhidharma, and has lasted for more than 1000 years."

"In the meantime, how many dynasties have changed, and in those years of raging wars, Dharma Protector Tianzong also encountered disasters several times, and many inheritances were completely cut off as a result."

"But every time there is a catastrophe, Dharma Protector Tianzong can always be reborn from the ashes. Why? Because Dharma Protector Tianzong has long been integrated with Buddhism in China. As long as the Buddhist inheritance of Patriarch Bodhidharma is still there, Dharma Protector Tianzong will not disappear completely."

The little monk finally said: "This is also the case with the Pure Land Sect of Utmost Bliss, and because of the influence of Japan's Bushido culture, their organizational structure and cohesion are very strong, which is completely different from the loose organization like the Freemasons. If you want to eradicate them in Japan, It is truly an impossible task.”

After Yang Hao listened, he just smiled slightly: "Xingji, do you believe in miracles? Isn't the so-called miracle just turning the impossible into the possible?"

The little monk curled his lips: "Brother Hao, although I am a Buddhist disciple, I still believe in materialism in terms of philosophy."

Yang Hao smiled: "Haha, this is normal. The more advanced the technology, the more impetuous society will be. Even a monk can't escape the torrent of the times."

Then, he changed the topic: "Actually, I didn't believe in miracles in the world, but now I do."

"And I have always believed in a truth, that is, blindly avoiding problems cannot solve problems. Only by facing problems bravely and doing our best can miracles be created."

Yang Hao raised his head, looked at the rising red sun in the distance, and sighed: "I used to think that poverty and wealth were the biggest difference between people, but now I understand that what really distinguishes people is courage."

Facing the sea breeze, he took a deep breath, and his gaze was firm: "The courage to persevere, the courage to believe that you can create miracles, this... is the origin of all miracles."

The little monk next to him was dumbfounded, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Fuck me, brother Hao, I... I think you seem to be shining, it's over, I seem to have a tendency to be bent by you Ah, it's just terrible!"

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In the police station of Phuket International Airport, those unlucky Japanese squatted in the corner with sad faces, facing the Thai police's questioning, without saying a word.

It wasn't until the next morning that their companions found the place and bailed them out with a dark face.

As soon as the leader in the black suit walked out of the police station, he quickly called the man in the windbreaker, and then searched for the whereabouts of Yang Hao and the little monk in Phuket, but found nothing. Since then, they have completely lost track of the two.

(End of this chapter)