"What, this woman is your mistress?"
As soon as Ma Xiaoyu entered the door, she glanced at Fang Yin first, and then stared at Yin Xiu coldly, her eyes full of frost like knives.
Yin Xiu met this pretty look. Somehow, the heat caused by the flames disappeared without a trace, leaving only the bone-chilling cold.
"Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to bring... this woman here, but she was too deeply eroded by the evil spirit, so she had no choice but to be sent to Uncle Ming."
Yin Xiu explained carefully, for fear of offending Ma Xiaoyu.
This woman was like eating a firecracker as soon as she walked in. She was really not easy to mess with.
Uncle Ming seemed unaware of the tense atmosphere at the scene and just focused on the work at hand.
He took out a piece of talisman paper, ran it through his fingers, folded it in half into a slit, then poured the reddish ashes into the slit, and folded it in half.
"Miss Ma, why don't you come?" Uncle Ming handed over the talisman.
Ma Xiaoyu didn't answer, "My hands hurt today and I can't come."
Uncle Ming didn't say anything, and handed the talisman paper to Yin Xiu again, nuzzling his chin at him, "With the incense ashes of the ancestor, just recite the purification spell."
Yin Xiu didn't even take his hands out of his pocket. He shook his head and said, "Uncle Ming, I forgot how to recite the Purification Mantra."
"Can you forget this? Why don't you forget your last name?"
Uncle Ming rolled his eyes, stood up helplessly, and after circling the talisman a few times around the square head, a stream of black air emerged from the top of her head.
The annoyance that had accumulated in his chest suddenly disappeared. Fang Yin felt much better and his face returned to normal.
After burning the talisman paper, Uncle Ming looked at Yin Xiu again.
"I was thinking about going to Haruyo for tea this morning. Why, he doesn't live at your place anymore?"
Yin Xiu scratched his head, "He has something to do and has to leave for a few days."
Ma Xiaoyu glanced coldly at the pitiful Fang Yin over there.
"To make a bed for her?"
"Who do you think I am!?"
……
There are many vendors in front of the mountain gate of Hongde Temple.
This place can be regarded as a part of the entrance to Hongde Temple, but monks pay attention to being kind to others. As long as they don't sell stinky tofu or fragrant meat, they don't care.
Haruyo was among the vendors, fiddling with the bamboo sticks in the soup basin out of boredom.
He was wearing sunglasses and looked listless, but in fact he had been paying attention to what was going on inside the mountain gate.
Although he only saw a small part of it, it was enough for him to roughly monitor the entire temple.
When he was looking down, he caught a glimpse of a pair of feet standing in front of the stall through the gap in his sunglasses.
"It's really troublesome..."
Haruyo muttered and raised his head, "What do you want? Today's big reward..."
Before he finished speaking, he was stunned.
Standing in front of him was his key surveillance target, Chief Moro of the Discipline Academy.
Moro's skin was as dark as a farmer who worked in the fields all day long, rather than a monk who fasted and chanted sutras.
When he smiled, his teeth were like a layer of ashes being wiped away, revealing the color underneath.
"It turns out to be the master."
Haruyo clasped his hands together and said, "What do you want to have, here is me, here is me..."
He looked around at the things on the stall and asked, "Why don't you get a piece of radish and add some chopped green onion and coriander?"
Moro shook his head, "It's too vegetarian and I can't get used to it."
"Then you..."
"Cut two pieces of intestines, add some heart and lungs, a few fish eggs, drain them, and add chili peppers." Moro said.
"Is this appropriate?"
Haruyo's face was full of doubts.
Even though he knew that Hongde Temple was doing one thing on the surface and another secretly, he didn't expect that the monk would not even pretend to do it, and would eat these meaty things when he came up.
Seeing Haruyo's doubts, Moro smiled and said: "It's not for me to eat, it's just a treat. My guests want to eat these."
Haruyo looked around, "Eating in the temple?"
Moro shook his head, "It's not a temple, it's a Zen room. This friend of mine is more interested in the backyard. He has no intention of going to the front yard."
"Okay, I'll do it for you."
Haruyo said, picked up the iron tongs and picked up a piece of intestine from the pot, put it on the chopping board awkwardly, picked up the kitchen knife and was about to start.
Just as he was about to cut it down, Moro's hand reached under the blade.
Haruyo looked up and saw that smiling face again.
I saw Moro holding scissors in his other hand and shaking it at him, "Boss, you use scissors to cut intestines, and you use a kitchen knife to cut lungs."
Haruyo smiled awkwardly and reached out to take the scissors he handed him. Just as he was about to take action, Moro spoke again.
"Why, didn't you train your spies for a few days before sending them out? The pancake maker burnt the pancakes, the noodle maker doesn't know how to stir the spoon, and now he can't even cut off the offal.
Even fake monks have to memorize several scriptures. It would be a bit rude of you to do so. ”
"Master, are you talking to me?" Haruyo asked with a smile.
He still held the offal and scissors in his hands, but his feet had reached under the table, just enough to reach the knife tied to the table leg. Moro gave him a nonchalant look, "I am a monk. Monks don't lie. On the contrary, monks don't like others to lie.
This is naturally a bit difficult. In life, no matter whether it is well-intentioned, disgusting, intentional, or against one's will, you will always have to tell some lies.
If you don't say a word of panic, either this person is stronger than ordinary people, or his character is different from ordinary people. Apart from these two points, there is nothing else.
In my opinion, boss, your character is no different from ordinary people. ”
"Are you saying that I'm ordinary, like an extra?" Haruyo said dissatisfied.
Moro shook his head, "I didn't mean that."
"But that's what your tone means."
Haruyo simply threw the guy on the chopping board and picked up the towel on the side to wipe his hands.
He couldn't pretend anymore, and any longer pretending to be stupid would only be redundant and a waste of time.
Chief of the Discipline Academy, are you good at fighting?
Although Yin Xiu repeatedly told him not to do anything, just keep an eye on him and run away if anything happened, Chun Dai felt that he was always running away recently and was already very depressed.
He didn't dare to offend those Qigong Practitioners. How could he not defeat an old monk who could only chant sutras and make people shut up and think about their mistakes?
Thinking of this, Haruyo crossed his arms on his chest and glanced at Moro through his nostrils.
"How many days have you been observing me?"
Moro shook his head, "The poor monk has not been out of the courtyard in the past few days. He only came out to take a look today."
"Then how do you know I'm weird?" Haruyo was even more surprised.
"It's very simple."
Moro smiled, "Because I have never heard of anyone selling beef offal at the entrance of the temple."
"..."
Haruyo scratched his head, "Excuse me, how about I go back first?"
"Go back?"
The smile on Moro's face disappeared. This dark face, when not smiling, really looked like a piece of carbon, with invisible heat.
"The poor monk said that no one should lie to me. On the one hand, the poor monk does not want anyone to do so, and on the other hand, the poor monk will not allow it.
Do you think that the Discipline Academy is just a place where people bow their heads to admit their mistakes and think about their mistakes? ”
"What if?"
Haruyo sneered, "Can it still be used as a torture hall?"
"Whether it is the torture hall, can it help people like you to find their way back from their lost ways and become a Buddha immediately? You will know after you take a trip with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Moro's hand shot out like lightning and latched onto Haruyo's wrist, making him unable to react.
For a moment, Haruyo felt that he could not break free, and all the energy and blood in his body stagnated with this buckle.
Helpless, he glanced at Moro, "Monk, do you really want to be so awesome? I have a big brother to protect me."
"What a coincidence."
Moro showed a sneer, "I am also looking for your eldest brother, let's go."
"What a ghost! (Run)"
I don't know who shouted, and the front door of Hongde Temple suddenly became noisy, with shouts rising and falling.
Then I saw the vendors pushing carts one by one, running in a panic, escaping here and there.
Moro ignored the sudden chaos and only focused on entangled with Haruyo, until a police detective led several green patrol officers to come to them.
"You guys, catch them all, don't let me go!"
Luo Wei shouted and pointed to the left and right.
Then he walked up to the two people and praised: "Master, I have heard it a long time ago. Hongde Temple has always emphasized cooperation between the police and the people. Today, it seems that it is better to meet each other than to be famous. We haven't taken action yet. You Just helped us catch an unlicensed vendor, thank you very much.”
Moro was stunned on the spot, and before he could react, he watched as Luo Wei took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed them on Haruyo's hands.
At this time, he said: "Detective, the land in front of our Hongde Temple has not been visited by the administration for decades. Why are you police detectives here today? Isn't this a bit over the line? ”
Luo Wei sighed, "Master, do you think I don't want to drink tea in the office? It's all the blame for those ghost guys. They say these people are ruining the city every day, and gave me a death order, telling me to arrest a few people today and go back to report.
I just came out to play with them on such a hot day and you chased me! ”
He flashed his ID to Moro, "Inspector of the Miscellaneous Section, Luo Wei!"
Moro paused and pointed to the empty door, "Is it your responsibility to arrest the vendors?"
"Our Miscellaneous Department is like this. If others don't want to do it, don't want to take care of it, or can't tell who should take charge of it, our Miscellaneous Department will do it."
As he spoke, Luo Wei looked at Haruyo, who was looking at him with a smile.
"I'm going to attack you. Do you still want to run away when you see Sir?"
Luo Wei punched Haruyo hard in the abdomen, causing him to vomit a mouthful of sour water and unable to straighten up in pain.
[Yes, this person is indeed a policeman...]
With this thought in mind, Moro could only reluctantly let go of his hand, and said to Luo Wei with his hands clasped together: "Then Detective, I can rest assured that you are doing the job, and the poor monk just handed this person over to you?"
Luo Wei beamed, "Hi, Master, you are really helpful! Otherwise, if you are not busy now, why don't you come back with us to record a confession and have a cup of milk tea?"
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Moro shook his head repeatedly, "Forget it, the poor monk will have diarrhea as soon as he drinks milk tea. I still have things to do today, so I'll record the confession another day."
Nothing good will ever happen when dealing with a cop, so Moro walked towards the temple as if he was running away. (End of chapter)