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Chapter 187 (Subscription)
Upon hearing the words, Gu Qi turned the direction briskly, turned the front of the car around, and at the same time asked doubts in his heart: "Section Chief, are you sure who is the spy? We have followed him for so long and found nothing suspicious."

If it weren't for Zuo Zhong's consistent performance, he really felt that the other party was the section chief looking for a scapegoat. This monk had no problems with the people he had contacted, the occasions he haunted, and his daily behavior.

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 practices deeds. He is a real eminent monk.

They just saw the jokes in the investigation room of the party headquarters. If they are not careful, the Secret Service will repeat the same mistakes. Gucci, who lacks some decisiveness in his character, is very worried and thinks that the action should be delayed.

Zuo Zhong resolutely said: "You guys go in with me later, 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 said this sentence. Last time when he said goodbye to Gucci at the pier, he also said that a spy is so valuable, is it because his mission is very important, Gucci 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 target.

Zuo Zhong asked as he walked, "What special moves does the target have?"

Wu Chunyang shook his head: "No, so far the behavior is very normal. He is busy building the windmill you funded, and the nearby roads have been blocked. He will definitely not be able to escape."

Zuo Zhong didn't speak any more, and looked up at the large windmill that was being built on the top of Foding Mountain. The expression on his face was very complicated. It would be great if Ben was really an eminent monk.

He could feel that Benzhi's feelings for the fishermen were very sincere, and when he heard that he was willing to fund the windmill, his heartfelt emotion could not deceive people, it was a trick of good fortune.

On the way up the mountain, many workers in ragged clothes carried construction materials on their backs and climbed to the top of the mountain with difficulty. The heavy bricks behind them bent their backs, their shoulders were bloodstained by the hemp rope, and their clothes were soaked in sweat. But with a smile on his face.

Zuo Zhong glanced at the feet of these people. They were not wearing anything in the cold winter. They should be fishermen who volunteered to help. Only fishermen who are used to fighting the sea and the cold in the cold wind would do this.

Without saying a word, he avoided these people and continued to walk up the mountain. He couldn't easily lower his shoulders when he was carrying a heavy load, otherwise it would be difficult to get up again. In his capacity, he couldn't help, but at least he couldn't make trouble.

Other spies followed suit, moving around in the crowd, and arrived at the entrance of the small courtyard on the top of the mountain after a while. This place has changed from Zuo Zhong's last visit. The courtyard wall was broken, and a huge windmill spanned the courtyard wall. inside and outside.

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

At this moment, Ben is in the half-destroyed courtyard, cooking something with a few young monks in a big pot, and white smoke is rising from the big pot.

Zuo Zhong stopped slightly and walked over. He smelled a pungent smell of ginger in his nose. It turned out to be ginger soup to dispel the cold. He sighed again.

This person either has a split personality, or is disguised to the core, so it's hard to deal with.

He walked to Ben's side and said loudly: "Master Ben, I haven't seen you for a long time, how have you been?"

Ben was just stirring back and forth in the cauldron with a spoon, when he heard Zuo Zhong's voice, he raised his head in surprise: "It turns out that it is Dai Shizhu."

After finishing speaking, he handed the spoon to the little novice, tidied up his clothes, and then quickly walked up to Zuo Chong, smiling all over his face and said, "I thought that Master Dai would come before the Spring Festival, but I never thought that we would meet again today. The poor monk will first show you the money and food that the windmill draws, this is the rule of this temple."

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

In a few days, Dai will be leaving. I don't know when we will meet again. Master and I hit it off right away. Before we leave, I will see you again. "

Hearing the words, he seemed to be reluctant, his face darkened: "So that's the case, please let the benefactor Dai come into the room with me to tell, the main benefactor's magic weapon has also been prepared."

Zuo Zhong declined with a faint smile: "I think this windmill has almost been built, I don't know if it can be used, you and I might as well go up to the distance, how about it?"

Ben only readily agreed: "As long as the benefactor doesn't think it's cold and windy, the poor monk will accompany him, but the inside of the windmill is small enough for you and me to climb together."

Zuo Chong glanced at his subordinates, and the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Of course, these are my fellows in Nanyang, just let them wait here."

A group of Chinese tunic suits are so conspicuous, but this one pretends not to see it, whether it is fear or stupidity.

The Buddha beads in Ben's hand trembled slightly, he nodded with a smile, and walked to the windmill first, opened a small wooden door from the side, raised his 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 hole inside the windmill. A thick wooden stake was deeply inserted into the ground, and a wooden ladder circled upwards. Looking up, it seemed that there was a little bit of sunlight.

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

Climbing high and looking far can really broaden one's mind. Zuo Zhong took a deep breath, put his hands on the wooden fence, and saw only the boundless sea and sky at a glance, and felt refreshed 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 will be installed in the future, there was also an exquisite altar facing the sea. Zuo Zhong frowned, he was just being dishonest.

After all, he was getting old, and Ben just climbed up out of breath. Seeing Zuo Chong circling around the altar, he explained: "Master Dai, in the future there will be an ever-burning lamp installed here, which can guide poor wandering souls and Sacrifice can be made."

"So that's how it is." Zuo Zhong pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Dai thought it was a lighthouse. It's similar to the lighthouses of foreigners in Nanyang. I'm laughing at you."

Ben just shook his head repeatedly: "The lighthouse uses kerosene gas lamps, I'm afraid the temple can't afford them, so I can only light a few oil lamps as a token of my gratitude."

Zuo Chongpi smiled and said: "The master is indeed knowledgeable and talented. Only then did Dai know that the lighthouse uses kerosene gas lamps. He always thought they used electric lights."

Facing his question, Ben only took the initiative to explain: "The poor monk has been to the local lighthouse before, and he has seen the huge coal lamp used by the lighthouse, which is very spectacular."

"Haha, Dai is ignorant, but as long as I can help those fishermen, I am willing to pay for kerosene lamps." Zuo Zhong was full of pride.

Ben hastily declined, with a very sincere tone: "No need, there are already two lighthouses on Putuo Mountain, although they are in the north and west, they are enough for fishermen. I thank Master Dai for them."

His face was normal in his words, but his rejection was very firm, but the more he was like this, the more Zuo Chong wanted to poke the master's diorama.

"However, it was too troublesome to come to Putuo Mountain from the ocean. When he returned to China that day, Dai felt that the navigation route was a bit tortuous, and a lot of time was wasted.

Why don't I do good deeds to the end, and your temple will build a lighthouse on the highest peak. Please rest assured, Master, and I will also be responsible for the daily expenses. "

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

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

His mind was flustered, and he pushed the matter directly to the host. Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zuo Zhong turned to talk about other things.

"If you want to talk about the feeling of parting, there have been countless literati and poets who have written poems and lyrics since ancient times. In fact, one bitter word is enough to sum it up. People in the mother's womb are called womb prisons. The eight sufferings of not being able and the flaming of the five skandhas are caused by all kinds of afflictions caused by attachments and delusions, until death, and everyone is like this.”

There was only a smile on his face: "Benefactor Dai really has a deep connection with Buddhism, and I hope that when he arrives in Nanyang in the future, he can continue to help the poor and help the poor, so that it is the best way to help the world."

Zuo Zhong said sternly: "Dai has been doing this all the time. He can't see people suffering. If I encounter those who have something to hide, I will try my best to help them speak up. Master, please rest assured."

Ben always felt that there was something in his words, so he nodded and looked at the scenery outside the windmill: "Benefactor Dai is going to Nanyang with high mountains and far away waters, please take care all the way."

Zuo Zhong nodded lightly: "Thank you Master, there are quite a few buddies and helpers around Dai, and he is on a big boat, so he probably won't be in any danger."

The two were silent for a long time after that, they must have noticed something, they no longer had the enthusiasm they had when they first met, and they were full of things on their minds.

The foreshadowing is almost ready, and it is time to shake the mountain and shake the tiger. If you want to break the psychological defense line of this bird from the subtleties, you should start with his beliefs.

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

Ben didn't explain, he hesitated: "Could it be that the benefactor Dai is talking about Dongying? The poor monk heard that Buddhism in Dongying is at its peak, but he seems to have fallen into an evil path."

"Oh?" Zuo Zhong turned around and looked into his eyes, with a serious tone: "What the master said is true, I don't know what kind of evil path it is?"

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

Ben smiled wryly: "The poor monk is lying. Maybe it's just that the way of practice is different, and it can't be called a crooked way. Why did the benefactor suddenly talk about Buddhism in Dongying? Could it be that Putuo came to Japan to share the same way?"

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

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

After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, he looked at Ben, wanting to see the other party's reaction.

(End of this chapter)