Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 169

Arhat Temple, Bodhidharma Temple.

In the bright and transparent sutra hall, a muscular monk sat cross-legged on a futon, and the ring-shaped brain computer on the top of his bald head reflected a faint metal arc.

At this moment, all the monks stared at the head guest monk Huitong standing in the center of the hall, and the unconscious young man at his feet.

"Huitong, what are you doing? You're just a lunatic who doesn't know how to live or die. If you catch him, you'll kill him. Why do you need to bother the Bodhidharma Academy for such a trivial matter?"

A monk complained slightly dissatisfied.

Just now, he was fighting a bare-chested battle with a group of heinous female Asuras in the Huangliang Buddha Kingdom of Luohan Temple.

Seeing that he was about to win a big victory and be able to save these lust-ridden beasts, he suddenly received an emergency warning from the monk Ketou and had to go offline in advance.

There are many people around who are similar to him, and a sea of ​​resentment envelops Huitong.

Huitong lowered his brows and put his hands together to apologize to the surroundings, "I also ask for your forgiveness, I don't want to disturb everyone's practice of Buddhism, but the identity of this madman is really extraordinary, I dare not make decisions on my own."

A group of monks couldn't help showing surprise when they heard the words, and some of them even turned over from the futon and jumped into the hall immediately, holding Zhou You in their hands like catching a chick, fiddled with him back and forth to look at his body.

stab.

The black robe was torn into pieces, revealing the juvenile's patchwork deformed mechanical body.

"It's full of broken copper and iron, and it stinks to the sky." A monk said in a disdainful tone: "Even if you don't get killed, you can't live for a long time. What kind of background can such a small character have?"

Monk Huitong explained in a low voice: "This brother doesn't know something. This young man is named Zhou You, and he is a newly promoted confidant under the subordinate of 'Tiger Head' He Zangjia."

"'Tiger Head' He Zangjia, Sichuan-Chongqing gambling?"

Although these monks in the Bodhidharma Academy of Luohan Temple are like fire, if they disagree with each other, they will glare at the King Kong and use their strength to cross people.

But when he heard the name of the Chuanyu Gambling Club, he subconsciously frowned.

You must know that although the Chongqing government is known as being full of grass and forests, it is full of powerful people.But in this land surrounded by powerful groups, the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club can definitely be regarded as a big force.

Among them, the leader 'Eight Generals of a Thousand Clans' is also a 'man with a house' on the gold and silver floors of Hongya Mountain, and his strength and status are not trivial.

If this young man is really a gambler in Sichuan and Chongqing, it is no wonder that monk Huitong only dared to capture him alive and dared not kill him.

"How much merit does this person owe the temple?"

On the row upon row of futons, a clear-headed monk asked.

After Huitong controlled Zhou You in the Buddhist kingdom, he immediately consulted his contract and files, and immediately replied: "Brother, the amount is not too much, only three or four hundred thousand treasure notes, and it was paid not long ago. Pay off."

The person who asked the question showed a look of confusion, "Since it has been paid off, why does this young man go to the temple to rob people?"

As soon as the words fell, someone next to him sneered and said, "What else could it be? It must be that group of stupid monks who knew each other didn't check out the background of the other party, so they moved their minds."

"His grandma's!"

A monk scolded, "Huitong, how do you manage the group of people under you? Everyone is not good at business, and they know how to cause trouble for the temple all day long!"

"Blame me? At the end of the year, when the dividends of the various courtyards in the temple were not distributed, if you all cried and shouted that the money was too small, the conditions for entering the Buddhist kingdom became more and more harsh. Would the wise monks under Lao Tzu take risks and eat bad money?!"

Monk Huitong scolded again and again in his heart, but the expression on his face became more humble, bowing his body without saying a word.

Seeing his appearance, all the monks couldn't continue to make trouble for him, they chattered and made a fuss.

"In this way, we are at fault for this matter. If we kill people again, it will damage the reputation of Luohan Temple if it spreads."

"Then let him go?"

"How is that possible! Although we were the ones who were the first to kill the family, this is at best Junior Brother Huitong's lax discipline. But this kid actually dared to kidnap the Zhike monk into the temple to rob people. This is provoking the majesty of the Arhat Temple, and he is heinous!"

Fuck your mother's lax discipline
Huitong cursed in his heart with lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes.

"Yes, if you let him off this time, then everyone will follow suit in the future, how will our Dharma Institute collect those owed incense accumulation money?"

"But Chuanyu gambling is not easy to mess with. If it really comes to your door, we won't take it for granted."

"In my opinion, the burden placed on the Yingke Yuan and Dharma Yuan by the presiding officer is too heavy. To complete so many merits every year, the people below have to think of some extreme measures? In this way, bad debts The more things happen, the greater the pressure on our Dharma Academy."

Huitong frowned.Hey, which senior brother is this, who is so sensible.
"What's the use of complaining about this now, do you dare to tell the host to lower the share of merit this year?"

"I'm just saying this, why are you in a hurry."

One after another, loud voices were coming and going in the hall, and the noise was so loud that it made people's minds swell.

"Okay, just shut up!"

Just as the situation became more and more chaotic, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, who was sitting in the center, finally spoke and made a final decision.

"Man, you must not let go!"

The head of the Bodhidharma Academy opened his leopard eyes, looked around at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "At this time, it is about the face of the Arhat Temple. Even if this son is a member of the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambler, he cannot easily forgive him."

Huitong took over the conversation and asked softly, "What do you mean, chief?"

"Detain the person for one night first, and see the reaction of the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club. If someone at the 'Eight Generals' level intercedes, it's not a bad idea to sell them face. If no one comes forward."

The head of the Bodhidharma Academy showed a hint of hostility, "Then pick off the brain and fill it in the Buddhist kingdom, so as to make an example to others!"

All the monks clasped their hands together and praised unanimously: "The first one is wise."

At this moment, monk Huitong suddenly made a movement of listening attentively, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

"Huitong, what happened?"

Hearing the voice of the first seat asking, Huitong raised his face and smiled flatteringly: "You are really good at predicting things, the first seat, and someone from Sichuan and Chongqing will come."

The head of the Bodhidharma Academy frowned, "There are really 'eight generals' who will stand in for this person?! Who is it?"

"It's not the 'Eight Generals', it's the master of this madman, 'Tiger Head' He Zangjia."

"This head hasn't held him accountable yet, but he dared to come to plead for mercy," the head of the Bodhidharma Academy snorted coldly, "This little card is bold enough!"

The head of the Bodhidharma Institute waved his hand impatiently, "Let him go. Tell He Zangjia that he has no right to speak about this matter."

"His cards are indeed not worthy of pleading," Huitong said with a light smile, "However, He Zangjia said that he brought a gift money."

"How much did you bring?"

Huitong withdrew his index finger and thumb with the single palm in front of him, "This number."

"In that case."

The head seat nodded, "Then bring people in and see if the attitude of this 'tiger head' is sincere enough."

"Follow the first decree."

Huitong clasped his hands together.

At the same time, the explosion of muscles and bones and the hum of mechanical operation suddenly sounded in the sutra hall.

On the bald heads, the faces were ferocious, with a creepy coldness.

(End of this chapter)