"I'm so stupid, really."

Cao Liu raised his eyes without any spirit.

"I just know you are a tiger, and you are the one who is passionate about challenging the dead who has been dead for hundreds of years; I don't know you are so tiger. I warned you yesterday not to do anything wrong, otherwise there will be a big disaster..."

"I said it was broken by itself, do you believe it?"

"Brother Jiu, you go to the lay Buddhist forest."

"I'm serious."

"I'm also honest, you'd better go to the lay Buddhist forest. There are a few great monks there, who might be able to save your life..."

The two of them had a dispute for a long time, and Chen Jiu frowned and a chestnut hit Cao Liu's head.

"Shut up."

"Hiss~"

Cao Liu grinned in pain.

"The specific situation is difficult to explain. In short, this dead head is no longer evil. It is now a piece of broken bacon."

Chen Jiu threw the head towards Cao Liuyi.

“Dispose it.”

The braided head threw an arc in the air and landed accurately in Cao Liu's arms.

Cao Liu's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to throw it away, nor did he dare to hug him, so he had to raise his fingers and hold a rat-tail braid, just like a wealthy girl pinching orchids and holding a handkerchief.

"What should I do? This is a head, a head!"

"It's not new, the patrolman is too lazy to care about it. If you think it's troublesome, just burn it with fire."

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

"I'm going out to do something small."

"What's the matter?"

"Kick the room."

...

Jushilin Buddhist Hall.

The incense lingers in lingering, and the golden body is solemn. Xue Zheng is accompanied by a monk in yellow, leaning on a Western-style walking stick, his eyes slightly lowered, and in front of him is a yellow tablet, enshrined in the temple, the lotus position of rebirth, "Wife Ding Yi, Xue Zhengli".

The monk put his hands together:

"Mr. Xue has a deep affection for Mrs. Zun. If you worship incense and candle for a long time, you will be able to move Bodhi, and the couple will ascend to the Pure Land together."

"Master Fuming, does the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss really exist?" Xue Zheng raised his eyes.

"certainly."

“How to prove it?”

"The Amitabha Sutra records that from this world, passing through the ten thousand billion Buddha lands, is the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Those who are reborn in this Buddha land receive various forms of happiness..."

"Only Buddhist scriptures?"

"Well... Pure Land is the realm of true Buddha, and Buddhism is unpredictable. It is a blessing to have a few words left in the scriptures."

"That's impossible to prove it." Xue Zheng shook his head.

The monk choked and said depressedly:

"Since Mr. Xue does not believe in the Pure Land theory, why do you offer the rebirth card to Mrs. Zun?"

"Establishing tablets, erecting inscriptions, archways, and making biography is never for the dead, it is just the thoughts of the living."

Xue Zheng stared at the rebirth sign,

"I failed the beauty and felt guilty in my heart, so I had to rely on such items."

The monk was speechless. Fortunately, at this time, a little novice monk with beautiful eyes hurriedly entered the Buddhist temple.

"Donald Xue, the Chairman invites you in."

Sun Chengfu, Chairman of the Leslie Lin, and Yuan Xiangcheng personally named General Kewei, one of the three giant sects of Beiyang. At its peak, his direct power was in charge of the Southeast. He served as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces of Fujian, Zhejiang, Anhui, Jiangxi and Jiangsu provinces, with a total of 200,000 troops. Later, he was defeated by the National Northern Expedition Army, retreated to Buddhism, and lived in Tianjin.

"I won't go,"

Xue Zheng shook his head,

"I am from the National Army. He is a Beiyang giant. When I see him, I can't suppress my murderous aura. When he sees me, he is extremely annoying and gets tired of seeing each other."

"Just send this over and let Sun Chengfu make his own choice."

He handed over a thick Buddhist scripture. The little novice monk took it, but his hand was not firmly held. The scripture trembled slightly and a yellow bullet fell out of it.

“…”

The little novice monk shivered, hurriedly picked up the bullet and returned it to the page, and ran out of the door like a escaping in his arms, without even having to say goodbye.

"I am too young and don't know etiquette. I will definitely discipline myself strictly in the future."

The monk smiled dryly,

"Jing Guzhai sent a batch of ancient books and scriptures, which needed to be sorted out in time. The donor was at his own disposal, so I said goodbye first."

Xue Zheng was the only one left in the huge Buddhist temple, which was very quiet, with the slight sound of the incense and candles crackling.

"The chairman of the North China puppet government and the president of East Asia Co-prosperity, the Japanese really cut a big piece of fat."

Xue Zheng rubbed his cane and whispered to himself.

"Sun Chengfu, you said that you are used to drinking Yangtze River water and not eating Japanese rice. You said it nicely, so it's better not just say it, otherwise... I will suffer from it and help you be decent."

After staying at the tablet for a while, Xue Zheng left the Buddhist temple.

The black Ford was parked at the door, with three bodyguards in front and behind. Manager Liu, who was smoking a cigarette, hurriedly put out the cigarette butts and opened the car door.

"Return to the business."

The accelerator was pressed down and the car drove away.

Xue Zheng turned his head and looked at the seat next to him.

"Xiao Ling, don't keep staring at the book when you take the bus, it hurts your eyes."

The cheongsam woman sitting next to her put down the novel in her hand, and the cover was printed with "Romance of Modern Heroes".

"Martial arts again?"

“Good looking.”

The woman was wearing a white-cut blue and white cheongsam with a combination of tailored white background, outlining the beautiful waist curve, and her whole body looked like a piece of blue and white porcelain.

Looking at the face, I was about the early twenties, my long ink hair was wrapped high with a pearl and jade hairpin, my nose bridge was high, my eyes were as green as jade, and my skin was a rare cold white.

Qin Deli's new movie star, Ding Ling.

"Brother-in-law, Big Sword King Wu, Divine Fist Huo Yuanjia are really good people?"

“Yes, not.”

“How to say it?”

"The characters in the book are polished by wonderful writing, and they are not enough to show their personality unless they are shocking events. Therefore, they are chivalrous and brave; but real life is often trivial, and they are inevitably short of energy, rice, oil and salt, and heroes are short of breath."

"Take martial arts as an example, most people can only see the prominent reputation of the martial artists. However, few people know that the martial arts hall is begging for food from the powerful and nobles, and they are despised."

Xue Zheng sighed,

"I have no connection with Wuxing, but martial arts are national treasures after all. It's a pity to watch Wuxing adhere to a set of old rules and be self-consistent, ruined and ruined."

"Well, martial arts."

Ding Ling thought about it,

"Brother-in-law, you said before, you want to find a capable person who is determined to innovate his martial arts. Have you found it?"

"No."

"But I heard," Ding Ling glanced at Manager Liu who was driving, "You are planning to support a young martial artsman to open the museum."

“Aged wine,”

Xue Zheng leaned halfway on the back of the chair.

"He did threaten to kick the martial arts, but it was just for personal grudges."

"Then do you still hold him up?"

"I started as a soldier, but I just wanted to avoid the disasters of my family. Later, I was willing to risk my life to charge for a blue sky flag. The people I chose were younger than I used to."

Xue Zheng smiled at the corner of his mouth.

“It’s a big chance.”

"Brother-in-law, you are young now..."
To be continued...