Cicada Moving

Chapter 187 Climb high and look far (please subscribe)

Hearing this, Gu Qi turned quickly and turned the car around. At the same time, he asked his doubts: "Section Chief, are you sure that person is a Japanese spy? We have been following him for so long and have not found anything suspicious."

If it weren't for Zuo Zhong's consistent behavior, he would have really felt that the other person was the scapegoat chosen by the section chief. The people the monk had come into contact with were fine, the places where he appeared were fine, and his daily behavior was fine.

Although he doesn’t only deal with poor people like Shenku, he has a good reputation. He prays for the fishermen around him for free and performs rituals. He is a real eminent monk. If there is no evidence, it is difficult to catch him.

They have just seen the joke in the party investigation room. If they are not careful, the secret service will make the same mistake again. Gu Qi, who lacks some decisiveness in his character, is very worried and thinks that the action should be slowed down.

Zuo Zhong said decisively: "You guys will go in with me later, and be careful not to let the target commit suicide or set fire to destroy the evidence. He is very valuable."

 This is the second time he has said this. Last time he said goodbye to Gu Qi at the dock, he also said that a spy is of such great value. Is it because his mission is very important? Gu Qi guessed.

The car quickly arrived at the surveillance point. Zuo Zhong took Gu Qi to join Song Minghao, Wu Chunyang and others, and the group headed straight for the goal.

Zuo Zhong asked as he walked: "What special behavior does the target do?"

Wu Chunyang shook his head: "No, he has behaved very normally so far. He is busy building the windmill you funded. The nearby roads have been blocked. He will never be able to escape."

Zuo Zhong didn't speak anymore. He looked up at the large windmill being built on the top of Foding Mountain. The expression on his face was very complicated. It would be great if he was really a eminent monk.

 He could feel that Ben's feelings for the fishermen were very sincere. When he heard that he was willing to fund the windmill, his heartfelt emotion could not be deceived. It was really a trick of fate.

On the way up the mountain, there were many workers in ragged clothes carrying building materials on their backs, struggling to climb to the top of the mountain. The heavy bricks and wood behind them bent their backs, their shoulders were bruised by the hemp ropes, and their clothes were soaked with sweat. But his face was full of smiles.

Zuo Zhong took a look at the feet of these people. They were wearing nothing in the cold winter. They should be fishermen who volunteered to help. Only fishermen who are used to fighting the sea and cold in the cold wind would do this.

Without saying a word, he avoided these people and continued walking up the mountain. He could not lower his shoulders easily when carrying a heavy load, otherwise it would be difficult to get up again. Due to his status, he could not help, but at least he did not cause trouble.

The other agents followed suit and moved around among the crowd. After a while, they arrived at the entrance of the small courtyard on the top of the mountain. This place had changed from the last time Zuo Zhong came. The courtyard wall was broken open, and a huge windmill spanned the courtyard wall. inside and outside.

 The entire windmill is about seven or eight meters high. The base is round, which can ensure that the windmill will not be blown over in strong winds. The main body is made of solid mountain rocks. Once completed, it can be used for many years. This is just a thought.

At this time, Ben was in the half-demolished courtyard, cooking something with a few novice monks in a big pot. White smoke was gurgling from the big pot.

Zuo Zhong stopped for a moment and walked over. He smelled a hint of spicy **** in his nose. It turned out to be **** soup to ward off cold. He sighed again.

This person either has a split personality or is disguised to the core. In short, it is difficult to deal with.

He walked up to Benjie and said loudly: "Master Benjie, I haven't seen you for many days. How are you doing?"

Ben was just holding a spoon and stirring it back and forth in the big pot. Hearing Zuo Zhong's voice, he raised his head in surprise: "It turns out to be Donor Dai."

After saying that, he handed the spoon to the little novice monk, straightened his clothes, and then walked quickly to Zuo Zhong and said with a smile on his face: "I thought that Dai Donor would come before the Spring Festival, but I never thought that we would meet again today. The poor monk will show you the money and food collected from the windmill first. This is the rule of this temple."

Zuo Zhong also had a smile on his face: "I believe in your temple and the master. I am not here to check the accounts, but I want to have a few words with the master.

 Dai will be leaving in a few days. I don’t know when we will meet again. Master and I hit it off, so I should see you again before I leave. "

Hearing the words, Ben seemed to be reluctant to give up, and his face darkened: "So that's it, please ask the donor to come into the house with me and talk to me. The donor's main magic weapon has also been prepared."

Zuo Zhong smiled and declined: "I see that this windmill has almost been built. I don't know if it can be used. How about you and I climb up and have a long view?"

Ben only agreed happily: "As long as Dai Don doesn't mind the cold and windy weather, the poor monk will be able to accompany him. However, the inside of the windmill is small, only big enough for you and me to climb together."

Zuo Zhong glanced at his men, the smile on his face not changing: "Of course, these are my guys in Nanyang, just let them wait here."

A group of people in Chinese tunic suits were so conspicuous, but I pretended not to see them. I don’t know whether I was afraid or just pretending to be stupid.

The prayer beads in my hand trembled slightly, and I nodded with a smile. I walked towards the windmill first, opened a small wooden door from the side, raised my right hand to signal Zuo Zhong to go first, and Zuo Zhong walked into the windmill with a smile.

After entering, he discovered that there was a cave inside the windmill. A thick wooden stake was inserted deeply into the ground, and a wooden ladder spiraled upward. Looking up, it seemed that there was a little sunlight.

So without waiting for Ben to speak, Zuo Zhong lifted his feet and climbed up the stairs. When the stairs reached the end, he was already on the top of the windmill, looking out, the blue sea came into view.

Climbing high and looking into the distance can really broaden one's mind. Zuo Zhong took a deep breath and put his hands on the wooden fence. He could only see the boundless sea and sky, and he felt happy in his heart. He turned around and looked at the top of the windmill, and found that in addition to the location where the windmill would be installed in the future, there was also an exquisite altar facing the sea. Zuo Zhong frowned, he was just being dishonest.

After all, it was because of his old age that Ben only climbed up out of breath. Seeing Zuo Zhong circling the altar, he explained: "Donor Dai, in the future there will be an ever-bright lamp installed here, which can guide the poor wandering souls. You can offer sacrifices.”

“That’s it.” Zuo Zhong pretended to be embarrassed and said, “Dai thought this was a lighthouse. It’s similar to the foreign lighthouses in Southeast Asia. It was ridiculous.”

Ben only shook his head repeatedly: "The lighthouse uses kerosene gas lamps. I'm afraid this temple won't be able to afford them, so we can only light a few oil lamps to express our feelings."

Zuo Zhongpi said with a smile: "Master is really knowledgeable and talented. Only then did Dai know that lighthouses use kerosene gas lamps. He always thought they were electric lamps."

Ben only faced his question and took the initiative to explain: "The poor monk had been to the local lighthouse before and saw the huge coal lamp used in the lighthouse, which was very spectacular."

“Haha, Dai is ignorant, but as long as I can help those fishermen, I am willing to invest in purchasing kerosene lamps.” Zuo Chong was full of pride.

Ben only declined quickly and said in a very sincere tone: "No, there are already two lighthouses in Putuo Mountain. Although they are in the north and west, they are enough for the fishermen. I thanked the donor on their behalf."

His face was as usual as he spoke, but his refusal was very firm. But the more he acted like this, the more Zuo Zhong wanted to poke the master's diorama.

“But it was too troublesome to come to Putuo Mountain from the ocean. When he returned home that day, Dai felt that the waterway was a bit tortuous and a lot of time was wasted.

  How about I finish my good deeds and let your temple build the lighthouse on this highest peak? Master, please relax and I will also be responsible for the daily expenses. "

Zuo Zhong looked enthusiastic and almost took out the money and threw it to the other party. He wanted to see what excuse Ben would use to refuse his request.

Ben only lowered his head and replied: "This matter still needs the consent of the host. Today you and I will talk about our parting."

 He was confused and blamed the matter directly on the host. Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zuo Chong turned to other things.

"When it comes to the feeling of parting, countless literati and poets have composed poems and lyrics since ancient times. In fact, one word "bitter" can suffice. Human beings in the womb are called fetal prison. After birth, there will be birth, old age, illness and death, love and hate, resentment, separation, and seeking. No, the eight sufferings of the five yin beings are all caused by the various troubles caused by attachment and delusion, and this is the case for everyone until death."

Ben only smiled: "Donor Dai really has a deep connection with Buddhism. I hope that when I go to Nanyang in the future, I can continue to help the poor and help the poor, so as to help the world."

Zuo Zhong said seriously: "Dai has always done this. He can't bear to see people suffering. If I encounter those who have something to hide, I will try my best to help them speak up. Master, don't worry."

I always felt that there was something in his words, so I nodded and looked at the scenery outside the windmill: "Donor Dai is going to Nanyang Mountains and high waters, so please take care of yourself along the way."

Zuo Zhong nodded lightly: "Thank you, Master. Dai has a lot of guys and helpers around him, and he is traveling on a big ship, so he will not encounter any danger."

The two of them were silent for a long time. Ben must have noticed something. He was no longer as enthusiastic as when they first met, and he was full of worries.

The groundwork is almost ready, and it’s time to challenge the enemy. If you want to break the psychological defense line in subtle ways, start with his beliefs.

Zuo Zhong first broke the silence. He pointed to the northeast and asked: "Master, do you know where the other side of the sea is? Is there Buddhism there?"

Ben only looked puzzled and hesitated: "Could it be Japan that Donor Dai was talking about? The poor monk heard that Buddhism was flourishing in Japan, but he seemed to have fallen into a wrong path."

"Oh?" Zuo Zhong turned around and looked into his eyes with a serious tone: "What the master said is true. I wonder what kind of evil path it is?"

From the very beginning of the case, he believed that spies would be lost due to the reshaping of their beliefs, and now he could take the opportunity to confirm his judgment.

I only smiled bitterly: "The poor monk is lying. Maybe it's just a different way of practice, and it can't be called a heretical way. Why did the donor suddenly talk about Japanese Buddhism? Could it be that Putuo has come to Japan with fellow Buddhists?"

At first he avoided talking about it, and then he changed the subject and took the opportunity to inquire about the news. Zuo Zhong was very satisfied with the result of this conversation and could further shock the other party.

He lowered his voice and pretended to be mysterious: "The monk in Haichao Temple is a Japanese spy. People from the party have captured him. Do you know this?"

 After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, he looked towards me, wanting to see the other person’s reaction.

 (End of this chapter)