"Brother, does the other party know your identity?" Fang Yi asked after hearing Peng Bin tell the story.

“It’s hard to say…”

Peng Bin thought for a while and said, "Although I have never contacted any old friends when I entered Thailand, I have met with the monks in the temple. If there were masters of painting and drawing my figure, I'm afraid there would still be many people who knew me..."

Peng Bin felt that he was very skilled and brave. He did not disguise and modify it when entering the temple. Although he tore off a piece of clothing to cover his face when the alarm was triggered, his figure of more than 1.9 meters was extremely rare. When someone thoughtful people inferred, they could easily associate it with Peng Bin.

"I guess the other party doubted you, otherwise he would not have set up defenses on the Myanmar-Thailand border..." Fang Yi sighed and told him that Ah Hu and others had a chance to talk about this before. He just told Peng Bin that Ah Hu would be a while later than him for some reason.

"What? Dabao is dead?"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Peng Bin's face suddenly showed anger. As soon as he was angry, he couldn't help coughing violently. Now he could only breathe slowly, and a little bit of strength would touch the wound.

"Brown bears, sparrows, foxes, I know, they are a small mercenary group active in Southeast Asia..."

After coughing for a long time, Peng Bin finally calmed down. He forced himself to stretch out his left hand and patted Fang Yi on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, thank you for avenging Dabao, otherwise I would have to let them live a few more months..."

"Brother, why do you say this? Let's think about what to do next..."

Fang Yi shook his head when he heard this. He was originally calm, but when he saw the corpse of Dabao, he was also in a murderous mind. Taoism originally emphasized the nature, straightforwardness and simplicity of Taoism. If Fang Yi really held it back, he would suppress his mind and would not benefit his cultivation.

"What should I do if there is anything? When my injury is cured, I will kill you back!"

Peng Bin was originally a person who refused to suffer losses. This time he almost died. He was not willing to give in. If it weren't for the Peng family's business in Thailand, Peng Bin would have arranged for the Peng family army to come over when he could contact the country, instead of just asking Ah Hu to lead a team of troops to pick him up.

"Brother, is this a mistake? Is it okay?"

When Fang Yi heard Peng Bin's words, he was speechless. Although there had been casualties in this matter, the traceability was caused by Peng Bin. If Peng Bin had not been greedy for the martial arts of the Thai royal family, would others have been idle and would have come to chase him?

"It's my own business, so I didn't let the Peng family get involved!"

Peng Bin innocently spread his hands and said, "This matter has nothing to do with the Peng family. It's your brother's private matter. I'll ask you, brother, will you help me?"

"How to help?" Fang Yi rolled his eyes when he heard this and said angrily: "I was going to go to the capital to meet my mother-in-law. I sent my mother-in-law's pigeon to Thailand. How do you want me to help you?"

"Mother-in-law? Are you going to get married, brother?" Peng Bin was distracted by Fang Yi's words and said curiously: "I have never met my younger brother and sister. When I look back, I will return to China with you. Then prepare a big gift for my younger brother and sister!"

"Marriage? I haven't considered it for the time being..."

Fang Yi waved his hand angrily and said, "Brother, you should think about how to deal with the current situation first. If you ask me, let's forget about this matter. After you recover from the injury, we will return to Myanmar. After a long time, this matter will be revealed."

"No..." Peng Bin shook his head repeatedly and said, "You can't just let it go. When I recover from my injuries, you have to go with me with my elder brother!"

“Where to go?”

Fang Yi talked about the transgender person he saw on the way and said, "The people who chased you have already come to this mountain. If you want to fight the other party to the end, you should be in this mountain!"

To be honest, Peng Bin was wrong first. Fang Yi didn't want to continue to get entangled with the other party from the bottom of his heart. After all, if this cause and effect is just for nothing, something might be involved in the future, so Fang Yi didn't want to commit more murder.

"I don't want to fight with the other party, but I can't afford to lose money..."

Peng Bin now looked depressed. Although he was a warlord in Myanmar and had money and guns, Peng Bin was unwilling to offend the Thai royal family, because 30% of the Peng family's family's business is in Thailand. If he really tore his face apart, even the Peng family's foundation would be affected.

"Brother, if you take other people's things, it's not a loss, right?" Fang Yi remembered that Peng Bin seemed to have taken out a scripture, and it should be something that the other party valued very much, otherwise he would not have chased him thousands of miles away and refused to let Peng Bin go.

"Grandma, I'm not angry if you don't mention this. That's not a martial art at all..."

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Peng Bin almost cursed and said angrily: "That broken book is just a notebook, and I don't know who wrote it. In addition to eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, and sleeping, it all describes some of the divine things that are described. They are actually offered as treasures by the broken temple!"

"Lamp? Who left the notebook?" Fang Yi was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Things that could be treasured and valued by the Thai Royal Temple are probably not ordinary objects.

"How can I know? You can see it yourself. I will have a headache when I see these things..." Peng Bin pointed to the wooden house and said, "It's just placed it on that bed. You can see it by lifting the quilt."

Following Peng Bin's instructions, Fang Yi walked into the wooden house. It was no wonder that Peng Bin was unwilling to come in. The space here was too small, and Fang Yi's 1.8-meter-old figure felt a little cramped inside. When Peng Bin came in, it felt a bit like a sardine stuffed into a can.

"Brother, you just throw this thing out of such a vintage thing here?"

As soon as I entered the house, Fang Yi saw a booklet on the wooden bed. The booklet was in a thread-bound book and the color was a bit yellow, but it looked like something that was old. Peng Bin threw it on the bed very roughly, and some pages were folded over.

"What's the use of having a year? It's not a practice technique..." Peng Bin said angrily: "I see that the monks in Thailand have problems, and these broken notes are also given as treasures. Grandma's, if I had known, I would have picked up two other books..."

After triggering the alarm, Peng Bin returned to the notes he took in the Sutra Pavilion. Since several books and the relics were protected by bulletproof glass covers, it would be nice that Peng Bin could break one in such a short time, and he had no time to check the contents inside.

"Well? This is Sanskrit, I can't understand it." Fang Yi walked out of the wooden house with the notes, leaned over under the oil lamp outside the house and looked around, then shook his head. There were tadpole-like words on it, but Fang Yi didn't even recognize a single word.

"It's Sanskrit, and most of the temples are Sanskrit books..."

Peng Bin nodded and said with a proud look: "Now, except for some old monks in India, there are not many people in the world who know this text. I guess even those in the temple may not know each other."

Although Peng Bin doesn't like studying, he is a person with great talent for language and writing. After returning from studying abroad, he practiced hard in a temple in India for a year to learn the ancient yoga skills of India. During this year, Peng Bin learned the Sanskrit of ancient India with an old monk.

"Brother, what is it written here? Have you mentioned any names?"

Fang Yi did not look down on this note. When he was in China, he had read many notes left by Taoist sages in his spare time. Although there were few things involved in cultivation, Fang Yi was still very helpful to some of the thoughts and artistic conceptions in it, and he did not know where the old Taoist priest got these things.

"It's all about eating, drinking, defecation, and urination. I've only read a few pages..."

Peng Bin took the notebook from Fang Yi's hand indifferently, turned a few pages, pointed to a paragraph on it and said, "There are some names, but the name is a little bit sissy. What's the name of "Matao, grandma, I took it out for a few days, and the words on this book became a little blurred..."

Peng Bin didn't know that this note had existed for more than five hundred years. If it weren't for the Thai royal family's special anti-corrosion and weathering treatment, it would probably turn into ashes as soon as Peng Bin took it out. But even so, the notebook was still contaminated with oxygen and was constantly damaged.

"Pu Tuo? Is it... it's Luang Pu Tuo? Brother, look, did this notebook stay by Luang Pu Tuo?"

When Fang Yi heard the two words that Peng Bin said, he was stunned for a moment. Just a few days ago, he was discussing the legend of Thai national teacher Luang Putuo with Hu Lizhi. Unexpectedly, Luang Putuo's notes actually appeared in front of him.

"It seems that not many of this name appear, most of them are written in the first person."

Seeing Fang Yi's cautious look, Peng Bin took his laptop and started looking through it. After a while, he raised his head and said, "That's right, it's Luang Pu Tuo. Brother, do you know this person? Is he very famous?"

"Brother, you have been in Thailand for so many years, but you don't even know about Luang Pu Tuo?"

Hearing Peng Bin's words, Fang Yi was speechless. In Thailand, Luang Putuo had almost been deified, and many temples enshrined his statues. Peng Bin actually knew nothing about this, and Fang Yi didn't know what to say about him.

"I seem to have heard of this name, but I forgot..." Peng Bin rubbed his eyebrows with his left hand. He also remembered that the name seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

"Luang Putuo is Thailand's first national teacher and a great ability..."
Chapter completed!