On the early morning of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, before dawn, the road from Ningbo to Taibai Mountain was full of pedestrians, all of whom were believers from all over the country who came to attend the Tiantong Temple Dharma Assembly.

Zuo's family was walking on the road in a car. Zuo Zhong didn't take too many people with him this time. There were only three cars in total. The intelligence department didn't send anyone to accompany him. Peers among colleagues are the most sensitive. Dozens of spies appearing together were too conspicuous and very conspicuous.

It's hard to hide Japanese spies.

Moreover, the Ningbo Police Department also sent a large number of police officers to help today. Coupled with the disguised secret agents from Tiantong Temple, it is safe enough.

Zuo Jun looked at the excited people outside the car window and was a little confused, so he asked Zuo Zhong: "Brother, why do you think these people are so happy?"

Zuo Zhong thought for a moment and said leisurely: "You get what you ask for, so you are happy."

Zuo Jun didn't understand, so he just closed his eyes and fell asleep. Zuo Duo seemed to understand something. After all, he went to a church school and was no stranger to faith, but he became unhappy at the thought of going back to school.

Looking at the expressions of his siblings, Zuo Zhong smiled slightly, thinking about today's Dharma gathering, wondering if he could catch that fox by the tail. It would be a pity if this opportunity was wasted.

The car was parked outside Wansong Avenue. The sun had already risen, and the mist shrouded the mountains. It seemed that it was a sunny day today, but the temperature in the mountains was surprisingly cold. In addition, it was still early, and the Zuo family did not have to compete with ordinary charity people.

Everyone stayed in the car to rest. Zuo Jun and Zuo Duo were already asleep.

Zuo Zhong put on his gloves, wrapped himself in the cashmere coat, carefully opened the car door, quietly got out of the car, closed the door, and then exhaled a sigh of relief.

At this time, Gu Qi appeared next to him like a ghost and reported in a low voice: "Section Chief, there is a letter from Tongsuo. The mission last night was successful, but the result was not good. Those masters are more or less presbyopic, and the serious ones are very serious."

A few people, here are photos and rough files, the details will take time."

After saying that, he handed a bag of documents to Zuo Zhong. Zuo Zhong took it without opening it directly and walked aside: "Go to your car and take a look. There are many people here. Have the brothers' food arrangements been arranged?"

Gu Qi followed suit and replied cautiously: "To prevent accidents, the meals the brothers eat are all vegetarian food sent from the city. They will not disturb Hong Wu and other masters. Please don't worry, section chief."

The two of them got into Gu Qi's car, opened the zipper on the document bag, and took out the documents inside. Photos of old monks with kind facial features or dignified appearance appeared in his eyes.

Zuo Zhong looked at it for a long time and then took out the corresponding personal information. All of these people were abbots of various temples or great lecturers, but based on their backgrounds, most of them were lonely.

Gu Qi explained on the side: "These people are basically orphans. Either they were left at the gate of the temple in a disaster year, or there is only one person left in the family, so they can only rely on Buddhism. Moreover, because of the need to lecture and travel, their whereabouts are difficult to verify.

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Zuo Zhong sneered: "What a good reason and excuse. The Japanese really worked hard."

Gu Qi also agreed: "Yes, if it is another identity, no matter how true the background information is, we can still trace it to investigate. If they are like this, it will be troublesome. We can't go to the underworld to investigate."

Zuo Zhong put the information into the document bag, and while wrapping the sealing rope around it, he said: "These people are watching closely to see if they can find some witnesses such as fellow villagers and neighbors. They are not all dead, right? There is one

For one, bring me all the witnesses to Ningbo and ask all regional stations to cooperate."

Gu Qi lowered his head and said: "Yes, section chief, I will ask the intelligence teams of each district station to handle this matter as soon as possible. It is just about to celebrate the New Year, and it is easy to find the personnel. There is no way they will all go back to their hometowns."

Zuo Zhong felt it was right: "That's the truth. Nothing is difficult in the world except for those who are willing. We have done a solid job. Even if we catch the spy, we can use this as evidence. After all, the identity of the spy should have a big impact. Conventional torture methods

It’s not easy to use it on him, so be careful in everything.”

Only then did Gu Qi realize that if there is no conclusive evidence, even if there is a suspicious object, it will be in vain. You can't put the respected master on the electric chair to be a light bulb. Public anger is difficult to offend.

The temperature gradually increased, and the mist condensed into water droplets on the car windows, slowly sliding down from the top of the glass to form traces. Zuo Zhong suddenly heard his sister Zuo Duo calling him outside.

Zuo Zhong handed the document bag to Gu Qi: "I'm leaving first. If you have anything to do, come to me at the viewing platform. Remember to restrain your aura. Although the other party is a monk and a spy, he is absolutely professional and cannot be careless."

After saying that, without waiting for Gu Qi to speak, he opened the car door and walked out. When he saw Zuo Duo running around looking for him, Zuo Zhong waved his hand: "Duo Duo, I'm here, what's the matter?"

Zuo Duo jumped over and ran over, looking at the car behind him. She recognized that it was her own car. Thinking that it might be used by her brother's colleagues, she gave up her curiosity and said playfully: "Mom, Dad."

Said it was time to leave."

Zuo Zhong looked at his watch, and before he knew it, it was past six o'clock. The Dharma conference started at seven o'clock, so it was indeed time to set off. He didn't want to be late for this.

"Let's go."

The Zuo family climbed the mountain road. This time, Zuo Xuechen refused to let Zuo Zhong carry him on his back. The old man was very energetic after a good rest.

On the road, there was no distinction between high and low in the crowd, and they all walked on a pair of feet. But when they arrived at the temple, they were divided into high and low. For example, if you were a Zuo family, you didn't have to fight for a seat in the front row. There was a little novice monk who led them to a special area.

, and hot water and pastries are provided.

It is very close to the Dharma altar, so you can listen to Master Hongwu's lectures very clearly. There is a wall behind it to block the cold wind, which is very comfortable.

Those who could be in this place were either high-ranking officials or wealthy businessmen. As soon as Zuo Xuechen and Zuo Shanwen arrived, they frequently greeted their acquaintances while Zuo Chong hid behind them.

Those who work in his profession will not show up if they can. Anyway, Ningbo only knows that there is an eldest son from the Zuo family, and not many people have seen him.

At this time, ordinary people also occupied their seats. Apart from crowding, there were no quarrels. It seemed that everyone was very polite in front of the Buddha.

At seven o'clock, Master Hongwu walked out of the main hall surrounded by people from all over the Tiantong Temple. At the right time, a ray of sunlight shone on him, making him look like a god.

Zuo Zhong understood why the Dharma Assembly had to start at seven o'clock. This was the time when the sun was rising and the mist was slightly dispersing, making it easier for people to see the Holy Spirit.

Otherwise, if the master walks out under the dark sky, no matter how high his Buddhist cultivation is, he will not be able to show his aura of transcendence. This is just product packaging.

"The monks chant sutras and recite the Buddha's name, and the merits of the great offering before the Buddha may be dedicate to all living beings for good luck and avoidance of disasters, increased blessings and wisdom, physical and mental freedom, family well-being, everything going smoothly, and good wishes fulfilled. I pray that the righteous Dharma will last for a long time, and the Dharma will be prosperous.

This is to cultivate blessings and wisdom to gain peace and happiness in this life, and to prepare food for the lotus kingdom in future generations!"

As Master Hongwu announced the start of the ceremony, monks from Tiantong Temple and other temples began to chant sutras loudly, and some of the devotees knelt down.

Zuo Zhong was behind his family, scanning the group of monks with his eyes, especially the dozen or so people in the information, but when he saw them, Zuo Zhong was stunned.

These masters all looked like rabbits, and their red eyes were a bit scary. When the cold wind blew, the monks burst into tears.

Zuo Zhong felt a little sorry, knowing that this must have been caused by Gu Qi's hands and feet. Many masters here had suffered the same fate.

But there was no way, there had to be sacrifices. In the past, Buddha also cut meat to feed eagles. He stared at these people closely, trying to see if there was anything abnormal.

However, until the end of the chanting, Zuo Zhong found nothing. These masters were very familiar with the sutras they were chanting, and their pronunciation was clear and their posture was natural.

Zuo Zhong was not disappointed. This Japanese spy would not have hidden himself until now without any ability. Next, we will see the effect of Master Hongwu’s lectures.

The theme of this lecture is to get rid of attachments. The spy must be looking forward to it. Will the spiritual flaws be magnified in such a situation?

Master Hongwu walked up to the Dharma altar, sat down cross-legged and began to lecture. During the lecture, his words were obscure and difficult to understand, and his diction was profound. Except for the monks and a few charitable people, everyone else, such as Zuo Zhong's family, was confused.

In the Buddhist temple not far away, Gu Qi and several agents with cameras in hand looked outside through the crack in the door.

He ordered in a low voice: "Take pictures immediately. Take pictures of all the expressions and movements of those dozen people. If the case is solved, I will take credit for you. The section chief is watching outside, so you must not be careless."

The agents found several best angles, observed the masters, and kept pressing the shutter. Only the inaudible sound of the shutter was left in the hall.

As the lecture progressed, the expressions of these masters became rich, some were smiling, some were doubtful, and some were expressionless, and Zuo Zhong gradually focused on the three people.

Zhanjing, the original one, is deeply suffering. These three are all abbots or preachers of Putuoshan Temple. The three of them have the strangest reactions, but I don’t know whether they have broken their attachments long ago or are hiding something.

While Zhanjing listened attentively to Master Hongwu's sermon, he fiddled with the rosary beads and sometimes shook his head slightly. It seemed that he disagreed with what was said on the altar, and he didn't know who he was performing for.

He didn't express any objection at all, but he straightened his legs and sat on the ground like a country man. This was a bit rude. Is it really what a great monk should look like?

Shen Ku was the one who listened most attentively among the three people. The others would always move their bodies every once in a while because they were old and weak, or because of the cold weather, but he did not move at all.

The focus of his attention gradually focused on Shen Ku. Shen Ku, at the age of sixty-seven, taught the Dharma at Haichao Temple in Putuo Mountain and had a great reputation in the Jiangnan area. He also had high moral character and many good believers.

Haichao'an is one of the three major temples in Mount Putuo. It was commended and rewarded by the court many times in the previous dynasty, and was even named Huguo Zhenhai Zen Temple. After the Republic of China, it was renamed the original temple. In short, it has a great influence in the Buddhist circle.

Looking back on this person's information, Zuo Zhong was undecided. This person had been staying at Haichao Temple for ten years. He usually did nothing special and rarely even left Mount Putuo. Could he be a spy?
Chapter completed!