Cyber Daming

Luohan Temple, Bodhidharma Temple.

In the bright and transparent sutra hall, a muscular monk sat cross-legged on a futon. The scar-like brain on the top of his bald head reflected a faint metallic arc light.

At this moment, all the monks' eyes were fixed on the Ketou monk Huitong standing in the center of the hall, and the unconscious young man at his feet.

"Huitong, what are you doing? You're just a crazy man who doesn't care about life and death. If you catch him, you'll just kill him. Why do you need to bother Bodhidharma Academy with this trivial matter?"

One of the monks complained with slight dissatisfaction.

Just now, he was having a shirtless fight with a group of heinous female asuras in the Yellow Liang Buddha Kingdom of Luohan Temple.

He was about to win a big victory and be able to transcend these lust-ridden beasts, but he suddenly received an emergency warning from the monk Ketou and had to go offline in advance.

There were many people around him who were in a similar situation to him, and a sea of ​​resentment enveloped Huitong.

Huitong lowered his eyebrows, clasped his hands and apologized to everyone around him, "Please forgive me, fellow apprentices. I don't want to disturb you in practicing Buddhism, but the identity of this crazy disciple is really extraordinary. I don't dare to make the decision without authorization."

All the monks couldn't help but look surprised when they heard this. Some of the hot-tempered ones even immediately jumped up from the futon and jumped into the hall. They held Zhou You in their hands like a chicken, stroking him back and forth to look at his body.

Stab.

The black robe was torn into pieces, revealing the young man's deformed mechanical body.

"He's covered in scraps of metal and stinks to the sky." A monk said in a disdainful tone: "Even if you don't get killed, you won't be able to live long. What kind of extraordinary background can such a small character have?"

Monk Huitong explained in a low voice: "What this senior brother doesn't know is that this young man's name is Zhou You, and he is a newly rising confidant under 'Tiger Head' He Zangjia."

"'Tiger Head' He Zangjia, Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club?"

Although these warrior monks in the Bodhidharma Temple of Luohan Temple are like blazing fire, they will use their power to save people with their angry eyes.

But when he heard the name of Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club, he still frowned subconsciously.

You must know that although Chongqing Prefecture is known as a place full of wild grass and powerful people. But in this land surrounded by powerful people, the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club can definitely be regarded as a big force.

The leader among them, the ‘Eight Generals of a Thousand Sects’, is the ‘house owner’ on the second floor of Hongya Mountain’s gold and silver buildings. His strength and status are of no small importance.

If this young man is really a member of the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club, it is no wonder that Monk Huitong only dared to capture him alive and did not dare to kill him without permission.

"How much merit does this person owe to the temple?"

On the rows of futons, a clear-headed monk asked.

After Huitong controlled Wandering in the Buddhist Kingdom, he immediately read his contract and files, and immediately replied: "Senior Brother, the amount is not that much, only three or four hundred thousand treasure notes, and not long ago It’s already been paid off.”

The person who asked the question looked confused, "Since it has been paid off, why does this young man still go into the temple to rob people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone next to him sneered and said, "What else could be the reason? It must be that those stupid pig-like intellectual monks didn't find out the other party's background, so they decided to kill him."

"His grandma's!"

One of the monks cursed, "Huitong, how do you manage those people under your command? If you are not good at each business, you will cause trouble to the temple all day long!"

"Blame me? At the end of the year, when the various temples in the temple were paying dividends, if you hadn't cried and complained about the lack of money, making the conditions for entering the Buddhist kingdom more and more stringent, would the Zhike monks under me have taken risks and eaten the bad money?!"

Monk Huitong cursed repeatedly in his heart, but the look on his face became more humble, and he bowed and said nothing.

Seeing his appearance, the monks couldn't continue to cause trouble for him, and they all started making a fuss.

"It seems that we were at fault in this matter first. If we kill people again, it will damage the reputation of Luohan Temple if word spreads."

"Then let him go?"

"How is that possible! Although we were the first to be exterminated, this is at best due to the lax discipline of Junior Brother Huitong. But this kid actually dared to take Zhike Monk into the temple to rob people. This is a provocation to the majesty of Luohan Temple. It is a heinous crime!"

Fuck your mother for lax discipline.

Huitong cursed in his heart with lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes.

"Yes, if he is spared lightly this time, then everyone will follow suit in the future. How will our Bodhidharma Academy collect the money that is owed to us?"

"But the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club is not something to be trifled with. If it really comes to your door, we will ignore it."

"In my opinion, the burden placed on Yingke Courtyard and Bodhidharma Courtyard is too heavy. They have to complete so many merits every year. Don't the people below have to think of some extreme measures? In this way, the bad debts will be The more things happen, the greater the pressure on our Bodhidharma Academy."

Huitong raised his eyebrows. Hey, which senior brother is this, so sensible?

"What's the use of complaining now? Do you dare to tell the host to lower the share of merit this year?"

"I'm just saying, why are you so anxious?"

Loud voices came and went in the hall, the noise filled the sky and made people's heads spin.

"Okay, shut up!"

Just as the situation was becoming increasingly chaotic, the head of Bodhidharma Academy, who was sitting in the center, finally spoke and made the final decision.

"People must not be let go!"

The head of Bodhidharma Academy opened a pair of leopard eyes, looked around at the people around him, and said in a deep voice: "This matter is related to the face of Luohan Temple. Even if this son is a member of the Sichuan and Chongqing Gambling Club, he cannot be easily forgiven."

Huitong took the conversation and asked softly: "What do you mean, Sir?"

"Detain the person for one night first and see the reaction of the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club. If someone at the level of 'Eight Generals' comes forward to intercede, then it is not impossible to give them face. If no one comes forward."

The head of Bodhidharma Monastery showed a hint of anger, "Then pick off the brain and fill it in the Buddhist kingdom to serve as a warning to others!"

All the monks clasped their hands together and unanimously praised: "The first one is wise."

At this moment, Monk Huitong suddenly made a gesture of listening, and a surprised look appeared on his face.

"Huitong, what happened?"

Hearing the chief's questioning voice, Huitong raised his face and said with a flattering smile: "Your Majesty, you are really good at predicting things. Someone is coming from the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club."

The head of Bodhidharma Academy frowned, "There are really 'eight generals' who will stand up for this person?! Who is it?"

"It's not the 'Eight Generals', it's the master of this madman, 'Tiger Head' He Zangjia."

"I haven't held him accountable yet, yet he dared to come to ask for mercy," the leader of Bodhidharma Academy snorted coldly, "This little card is quite courageous!"

The head of Bodhidharma Academy waved his hand impatiently, "Let him go. Tell He Zangjia that he is not qualified to speak on this matter."

"His cards are indeed not worthy of intercession," Huitong chuckled, "but this He Zangjia said he brought a gift."

"How many did you bring?"

Huitong retracted his index finger and thumb from the single palm he held up in front of him, "This is the number."

"In that case."

The leader nodded, "Then bring people in and see if the attitude of this 'tiger head' is sincere enough."

"I will obey the first decree."

Huitong clasped his hands together.

At the same time, the sound of muscle and bone activity and the hum of mechanical operation suddenly sounded in the sutra hall.

The bald heads have ferocious faces, filled with a chilling coldness.