Hong Kong Comprehensive Begins, Seeking Laws from the Heavens

With the help of local people, we searched for a long time, but there was still no trace of Hei Biao.

Suddenly, the old tour guide's eyes turned red. He squatted on the ground and cried loudly, kowtowing to Lin Mosheng.

Lin Mosheng was confused.

After several inquiries from the translator, I found out the reason.

He said to Lin Mosheng with a complex expression, "Mr. Lin, this old man's son and daughter were both killed by the black tiger."

"Does the local police not care?"

Lin Mosheng asked subconsciously.

The translator was also Siamese, with a sarcastic look on his dark face, "The army and the government have been fighting endlessly for the past two years. Who has the heart to care about the life and death of ordinary people."

"The police have been here, but the black tiger is cunning by nature. It will hide when there are many people. There are lush trees here. Unless there is a large-scale carpet search, there will be no trace of it."

"But no one is willing to spend so much effort and just leave just pretending."

Lin Mosheng sighed when he heard this. Sure enough, not all police officers can stand up for the people.

I was indeed born in a good country.

He stepped forward to help the old man up and said seriously, "I will do my best on this matter."

The old man probably understood what he meant from Lin Mosheng's expression, so he held back his tears and excitement and invited Lin Mosheng to spend the night at his house.

After all, it is basically impossible to search for Hei Biao in the jungle at night.

Lin Mosheng shook his head slightly and looked at the translator, "I heard that there is a Tiger Temple here. Let's go there to spend the night."

The translator didn't think much about it. In Siam, it's normal to stay overnight in a temple.

In the evening, everyone came to a magnificent temple, and the translator introduced it enthusiastically, "Mr. Lin, although this Tiger Temple has a short history, it has been very magical in recent years, so it has become very popular."

"However, because of the recent black tiger incident, people are afraid to come, and the popularity has declined."

Seeing Lin Mosheng and others coming over, the chubby Zhi Keseng looked wary and stepped forward to question them.

After learning that several people were from the Sequoia Society who had come to hunt tigers, he immediately changed his expression. Looking at the four strong men following Lin Mosheng, he quickly invited them in.

Entering the temple, Lin Mosheng could hear the cry of tigers from time to time. Looking at the monks in the past, they had fat heads, big ears, red faces, and a lot of sins.

Lin Mosheng passed by the Main Hall and suddenly smiled at the sitting golden Buddha.

"At the end of the Dharma, my sons and grandsons will be monks, wearing your cassocks, destroying your Dharma, taking the name of monks, and practicing the path of demons!"

"Even if you are made into a golden body, I can only save you, not all living beings."

Lin Mosheng spoke in Chinese, so the monks around him didn't understand.

Only the translator understood and glanced at Lin Mosheng thoughtfully.

Arriving at the living room, the host received everyone with a smile on his face, "Thank you all for coming to surrender the external demon."

Lin Mosheng stretched out his hand to stop the other party from performing Namaste. With the help of a translator, he suddenly asked, "I once heard the story of the Buddha who sacrificed his life to feed tigers. Today I am curious and want to ask the eminent monk, if you had the opportunity to sacrifice your life to save thousands of people from fire and water, what would you do?

Possibly feeding tigers?”

The host did not hesitate at all and said with a smile, "Of course I am willing."

Lin Mosheng also had a smile on his face, looked at the figure in front of him that was shrouded in the dark red light of sin, and said, "This way, I'll have no problem."

Everyone was slightly surprised, wondering what kind of attack Lin Mosheng was using. After dinner, Lin Mosheng and others were invited to rest in the monk's dormitory.

In the Main Hall, more than a dozen monks gathered together, but the main hall, which was supposed to be upright and bright, looked shadowy under the projection of the lotus lanterns, distorting the figures of everyone.

Coupled with the constant moaning of tiger beasts, it seemed strangely ghostly.

The first Zhike monk looked at the host anxiously and said, "Host, do you think these people can deal with Black Tiger?"

Originally, the business of their temple was booming, but with Hei Biao robbing and killing people around, neither the rich nor ordinary people dared to come again.

Although everyone has been used to living a life of poverty, but after enjoying that kind of luxury and flattery, who would still be willing to accompany the Buddha with bells in the morning and drums in the evening?

A glimmer of gloom flashed in the host's eyes, and his compassionate smile was cold, "Instead of asking for help from others, it's better to ask for yourself!"

"What do you mean by hosting?"

A strong monk asked with a fierce look in his eyes.

"That evil beast hates us very much, but this temple is blessed by Buddha, so it doesn't dare to come in and can only wander outside."

"Although we have weapons in our hands, it is really difficult to catch it in the mountains and wilderness. But the difference between humans and animals is that we humans can use traps!"

"Since these few are willing to sacrifice their lives to feed the tiger, we might as well let them do it! Use them to fish out that evil beast!"

As he spoke, he looked at the other people, "Are the guns ready?"

The monks nodded. Although they were trapped in the temple during this period, they did not sit still and waited for death. They purchased a lot of guns through the outside world.

The host looked at Zhike Monk again and said.

"Shan Cai, go find some of the clothes we wear, cut them into rags, and sneak them into their luggage."

The eyes of Zhike Monk, who was called a good fortune, lit up.

Yes, that black tiger hates them very much. Once a living person carrying their scent leaves the temple, the black tiger will definitely find a way to hunt him down.

It was for this reason before that they did not dare to act rashly and could only stay in this temple and rely on the protection of the Buddha.

I thought that the police would solve this matter quickly, but I didn't expect that the police were useless. After two people died, I couldn't shirk it.

Shancai hesitated and asked, "Can we kill that black tiger?"

When the host heard this, he suddenly stretched out his palm, and the skinny old man easily lifted the Zhike monk, who weighed hundreds of kilograms.

There was no mercy in his eyes, and his expression was twisted and crazy, "If you can't kill that black tiger, you might as well die! Do you really want to ring the bell and chant the Buddha's name every day like this?"

His words stirred up madness in everyone's hearts.

Yes, if they can't kill the black tiger, can they endure this kind of life?

Shan Cai struggled to breathe, looking at the host's cat-like vertical pupils, the fear in his heart could no longer be controlled, "Spare my life."

The host recited a Buddha's name in a low voice to suppress the bloodthirsty desire in the heart and put down the good fortune.

He looked at the crowd again and said, "As long as I kill that black tiger and eat its flesh and blood, my tiger head surrender will be successful."

"By then our temples will no longer need to be opened in such desolate places. There will be our temples in Bangkok, Beifu, and the whole of Siam!"

The host's voice was full of seductive power, and everyone looked at the host with burning eyes, immersed in the wonderful future.

The Buddha statue behind them lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes slightly.

In the monk's residence, the urn in Lin Mosheng's arms moved.

However, this time the ghost girl did not come out directly, but transmitted a message to Lin Mosheng.

"You mean there is something in this temple that can suppress you?"

Lin Mosheng's eyes lit up. Sure enough, this temple was not killed by Hei Biao. There was another secret.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Can you find the source of your suppression?"

The urn moved.

Lin Mosheng no longer hesitated and found the translators together. "You don't need to sleep tonight. Just hide here. Don't go out no matter what happens outside!"

The translator wanted to say something, but when Lin Mosheng glanced at him, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart when he thought of the broken banana tree, and nodded silently.

Then he saw Lin Mosheng's figure like a civet cat, easily blending into the night and disappearing.