Cyber Daming

"Master Hebei, the leader has invited you."

"Thank you, Master."

He Zangjia clasped his fists in thanks, restrained his careless aura, and followed Huitong into Luohan Temple.

His time in Chongqing Mansion was not short, but this was his first time in Buddhist territory.

There is no other reason. The main reason is that there is too little business dealings with the two companies on weekdays, and there are even some conflicts.

The casinos of the Sichuan and Chongqing Gambling Association also have lending business, but most of their customers are gamblers who are red-eyed about losing, and the interest rates charged are very high. It is just a routine operation.

In comparison, Luohan Temple's "Xiang Ji Qian" is much gentler, so many savvy gamblers would rather go to Luohan Temple to "seek merit" than borrow money in the casino.

Although Luohan Temple is shrouded in warm yellow lights at night, it is empty and lonely.

He Zangjia followed the other party and passed several monasteries, but did not meet any monks walking around.

It was as if he and Huitong were the only two people in a huge temple.

No matter how lightly you step, the sound of landing is still clearly audible.

No matter how warm the light is, it can't bring out the slightest warmth.

Suddenly, He Zangjia felt a trace of regret in his heart. He went into the temple alone to find someone, which was a bit of a risk after all.

But now, regret is of no use.

Since ancient times, wealth has been sought in danger. Now that we have crossed the threshold of Luohan Temple, we can only go to the dark side.

He Zangjia took a deep breath of the cold night wind and looked at the broad back of Monk Huitong.

"Master, I wonder how Zhou You is doing now?"

"Donor, don't worry. Although the young man committed a heinous crime, I, the Buddha, was merciful and did not take his life. He is now in the Bodhidharma Courtyard, waiting for the fate of the leader."

It seems that these bald donkeys are also afraid of the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club brand and dare not act rashly.

He Zangjia breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked: "I would like to ask, what is the chief's attitude towards this matter?"

"What does the donor mean?"

He Zangjia grinned and said, "I am a rough man with no cultivation. I am used to going straight, so I will make it clear. What conditions are required for the temple to release people this time?"

Monk Huitong paused and turned back to stare at He Zangjia, "That depends on your sincerity, Lord He."

"What if you are not sincere enough?"

Huitong said expressionlessly: "Next time, only the 'Thousand Gates and Eight Generals' will be able to enter the Luohan Temple."

The threatening words fell on He Zangjia's ears, but he tasted something else.

These bald donkeys dare not kill me.

He Zangjia felt at ease and kept saying: "Understand, understand, I am sincerely coming to atone for my sins to the Buddha this time."

"The donor has such an idea, which is a great kindness!"

Between asking and answering, the two of them had entered the core area of ​​the temple, with the majestic Bodhidharma Temple right in front of them.

"Master Hebei, please come in."

The moment he crossed the threshold of the courtyard, He Zangjia suddenly felt a towering pressure coming towards him.

Clothes are flying and hair is dancing. If there was any real pressure, his bones would crackle.

Subconsciously, He Zangjia activated the Yinlingquan and Yanglingquan acupuncture points on his left and right legs.

His legs suddenly swelled up, and his tense muscles stretched his trouser legs extremely tightly, holding his body firmly.

"Is this the way Luohan Temple treats guests?"

He Zangjia seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He squinted his eyes and looked at the head of Bodhidharma Academy who was sitting cross-legged in the hall with an expression of calmness and dignity.

As soon as he finished speaking, the coercion stopped abruptly, extremely abruptly.

He Zangjia, who was leaning forward slightly, was caught off guard. He stumbled forward and crushed a floor tile with intricately carved patterns with his right foot.

Immediately, loud laughter erupted in the hall, and all the monks did not hide the sarcasm and ridicule on their faces.

"I wonder what the donor is doing when he visits Luohan Temple late at night?"

Looking at the leader of Bodhidharma Academy who was asking questions knowingly, He Zangjia naturally understood what the other party meant, which was to earn back the lost face from himself.

I'm afraid there are devices around here recording glimpses of myself, hoping to use my embarrassment as material to intimidate others in the future.

Look, the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club’s card type, ‘Tiger Head’, doesn’t dare to make mistakes in front of the monks of Luohan Temple.

He Zangjia is naturally good at this little trick.

He smiled softly, pulled out his right foot that was stuck in the ground, and patted the dust on his trouser legs. "Everyone is a sensible person, so there is no need to talk nonsense. I will take Zhou You away today."

Seeing that the other party looked neither humble nor arrogant, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy felt anger rising in his heart. He was annoyed that He Zangjia, a little man, had not bowed his head yet.

But then he thought of the three million ransom Huitong mentioned before, and he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Monks have compassion. People in the world bother me with evil, but I still repay kindness."

"You can take people away, but it depends on your sincerity."

He Zangjia laughed loudly after hearing this, pointed to the young man lying on the floor, and said loudly: "You Luohan Temple does not follow the rules and allows the monks in the temple to eat away at home."

"You even beat the members of my Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club like this. If the two accounts are calculated together, I will only charge you one million."

At this moment, the man no longer suppressed the unruly and domineering arrogance in his body, and raised his chin at the head of the Bodhidharma Academy who suddenly turned pale.

"Does this count as sincerity?"

"Bold maniac!"

"You actually dare to speak arrogantly at the gate of Buddhism. I think you are looking for death!"

The leader of Bodhidharma Academy slowly raised a hand and pressed down.

The furious monks around him stopped scolding and still stared at He Zangjia with their eyes wide open.

"He Zangjia, what do you mean?"

He Zangjia spread his hands and said with a smile: "Can't you even understand people's words now?"

The leader frowned, "I just allowed you to enter the temple, and I have given you enough face to the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club. I advise you not to toast or eat as a penalty."

He Zangjia shook his head and said: "Unfortunately, I never drink with people who are not friends."

"Which 'eight generals' are supporting you behind your back and allowing you to dare to act wild in Luohan Temple?"

The more arrogant He Zangjia became, the more cautious the head of the Bodhidharma Academy became.

In his opinion, this 'Tiger Head' card must have been instructed by a certain 'Eight Generals', otherwise he would never dare to shout so loudly in front of him.

"Don't be a coward, bald guy."

He Zangjia smiled and said: "There are no 'eight generals', just me!"

Who the hell are you lying to, you bunch of crooks!

The leader's face was clouded, "I don't care what the attitude of the person behind you is. If the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club does not apologize for this matter, Luohan Temple will never let it go!"

"Don't say such harsh words in front of me. Either you pay me and let me go now, or you beat me to death."

"Don't bully others too much with your card skills!"

The leader of the Bodhidharma Academy was feeling depressed. Why did it look like he was trying to recruit people from the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club's territory?

How dare a 'tiger head' be pulled like this?

"Stop talking nonsense, come and touch me if you have the guts!"

He Zangjia slapped his chest and cursed, "Are the monks in Luohan Temple so cowardly?"

All the monks around were dumbfounded. No wonder a little gangster dared to break into the temple and rob people, when all of them are a bunch of life-hungry lunatics?

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the Sutra Hall was extremely strange.

The monk of Luohan Temple, who was in the right place at the right time and with the right people, kept his mouth shut and watched quietly as He Zangjia jumped to his feet and cursed.

boom!

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the direction of the temple gate.

The lights in the temple that were the same color as the Buddha's light suddenly turned into a dazzling red light, and the warning bells were deafening, resounding throughout the silent night sky.

He Zangjia had an anxious look on his face and shouted anxiously: "Quick, hit me!"

Listening to the roaring and violent sounds rolling in from a distance, as well as the breathtaking flames soaring into the sky, the expression of the leader of Bodhidharma Academy could not help but fall into a dull state, and there was a trace of grievance in his heart.

"For such a trivial matter, someone with the level of 'Eight Generals' actually comes knocking on my door. Is it a big deal?"