20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 172 Xu Shi·Meeting the Bank in Difficulty [Additional Update 1]

North Tower, Falun Temple.

The sun sets over the western mountains and the setting sun shines in the evening, making the already incomplete and dilapidated temple look even more desolate.

In late autumn, the days are short and the nights are long, especially in the north. In the blink of an eye, the sky becomes dark.

Zhao Guoyan took Guan Wei's horse to the vicinity of Beicheng, bought some cooked food, dry food, and two jars of strong liquor and brought them back to feed everyone.

Jiang Xiaodao and others ate voraciously, but the night was as cold as water and they didn't dare to set up a fire to keep warm, so they had to hold the jars and the six of them took turns drinking to ward off the cold and chatting in low voices.

There were several black lacquered thin-skinned coffins parked in the temple, but no one paid any attention to them. They even joked that they would lie down in them and sleep later.

Broken bricks and tiles can be seen everywhere in the house. There are two big holes in the roof of the Dharma Protector Hall, and the rising moonlight pierces down from there.

Two silver beams of light crossed the room and finally shone on Mahakala, who had only three arms left.

Jiang Xiaodao took the wine jar from Zhong Yushan, took a sip, and then passed it to his seventh uncle, but his eyes were always fixed on the protector.

Mahakala has a broad chest and bare arms, with an iron-green complexion. He wears a skull crown on his head, a human head rosary on his neck, a holy fire hanging on his back, and a group of demons on his feet. He is a ferocious and terrifying figure.

It is said that He has six magic weapons, and now there are three left: the trident, the magic pestle and the human bone bowl.

No matter how you look at it, it is difficult to associate it with rescuing people in distress and showing great mercy.

Jiang Xiaodao stared at him for a long time without saying a word, not knowing what was going on in his head.

Suddenly, the "Great Black Sky" turned his eyes and glared at him like a ghost!
"Fuck me!"

Jiang Xiaodao screamed strangely, and everyone quickly asked about the situation.

"What happened?" Guan Wei complained, "You scared me, what happened?"

Jiang Xiaodao rubbed his eyes, stood up, and touched the legs of "Dahkala" to confirm that it was just a clay sculpture.

"It's okay, it's okay! I drank too much, my eyesight is dazzled!"

The crowd laughed.

Jiang Xiaodao himself also had fun. He knocked on the Buddha statue twice and laughed at himself: "This thing is so cute, it's quite bluffing!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Guan Wei quickly covered Xiaodao's mouth and bowed to the Buddha statue, "Xiaodao, it's so late at night, don't make fun of ghosts and gods! Bah, bah, bah!"

"Yes, yes, this is not a joke. If we can save a life, we may rely on the blessings of gods and Buddhas!"

Several other people quickly echoed.

Only Lao Qi Gong Baonan made a sound, straightened up, lay down on a bed of hay, and muttered: "Instead of letting your teeth rest, it's better to think about what to do! What time has it been? Are you running away?" , or stay and kill Bai Guoping, you have to decide quickly, otherwise what are you doing here? Do you want to be a monk or something?"

"Brother Seven makes sense." Zhong Yushan took over the conversation, "Brother Dao, what are our arrangements next? Do you have any plans?"

Jiang Xiaodao scratched his head after hearing this and struggled for a while before admitting: "I don't have any plans, I'll just watch it first!"

"Hey! Don't have no plan!" Guan Wei said anxiously, "You just told everyone to stay, but you don't know why you are staying, so you might as well run away!"

"No!" Jiang Xiaodao didn't know which thread in his mind was connected to the wrong place, so he twisted it there as he said: "If you want to go, you guys can go, I won't go anyway."

Guan Wei almost lost his temper after hearing this.

"Xiaodao, you have always behaved very well before, but don't get into that bad temper again at this critical moment! It doesn't matter if you want to stay, but you have to have an explanation anyway!"

"Bai Guoping is still alive. This is the statement. What's wrong?" Jiang Xiaodao asked, "Is this statement not sufficient?"

"It's enough. The question is, how are we going to fight now?" Guan Wei gestured to everyone, "There are only six of us now. You can't smash the Baijiayao again, can you?"

Zhong Yushan also nodded repeatedly and said, "Brother Dao, you can hide in the North Tower for one night. It's not a place to stay for a long time. Sooner or later, someone will find you!"

Jiang Xiaodao smacked his lips and sighed: "Otherwise, we will make plans after my aunt sends the telegram back tomorrow. Guoyan, did you go to send the telegram just now?"

"Hit." Zhao Guoyan responded quickly, "They were all incisions. Maybe I can get a reply tomorrow."

At this time, "Chun'er Hong"'s subordinates asked, "Um, where did Sister Hong and the others go?"

"Dalian." Jiang Xiaodao suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, buddy, I don't know your name yet!"

The man also looked doubly embarrassed. He had worked so hard for him without even leaving a name, so he scratched his head and introduced himself: "Han Xinyuan."

This is also a young guy, 23-[-] years old, a bit short, with a pretty face, and can hide his ruthlessness.

"Oh, Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan, nice to meet you!" Jiang Xiaodao smiled and clasped his fists.

"No, no, no, that's too polite."

"Then let's do it! Wait until tomorrow, make another trip to Guoyan, go to the telegraph office, and then we can make plans!"

Everyone nodded silently, not because they believed he could come up with any clever ideas, but because everyone was really exhausted.

From last night to now, day and night, I have been exhausted from life and death. Now I have had enough wine and food, and my eyelids are so sleepy that I feel drowsy no matter where I am.

"You all should go to sleep first, I'll be on duty first!"

Jiang Xiaodao finally breathed a sigh of relief and immediately volunteered, but what he was thinking about was that he could delay it for one day.

Everyone fell asleep quickly, and not long after, snoring began.

Jiang Xiaodao was sitting alone on the straw mat, facing the protector Mahakala. He felt a little scared in his heart, so he stood up and moved to the door, squatting down on the threshold. Suddenly his shoulders sank. Looking back, he saw Qi Qi. Uncle Gong Baonan.

"Hey! Uncle Qi, you are different from others! When I didn't let you sleep, your head was sluggish; now I let you sleep, you are energetic again."

Gong Baonan rarely raised any objection, but walked straight past him and whispered: "Xiaodao, let's talk outside." Jiang Xiaodao followed behind in confusion.

It wasn't until he had walked out of the Zen gate for more than ten steps that Gongbao Nanfang stopped, turned around and asked, "Xiaodao, please tell me this time."

"What did I say?"

"Tsk!" Gong Baonan frowned, "There were so many people in the room just now. Even though they worked very hard when they smashed the kiln and dealt with the Bai family, they don't have to be strict. If you go to blow up the Chamber of Commerce, it won't take so long. What did you do when you came back?"

Jiang Xiaodao thought for a moment and said with a smile: "I didn't do much, just strolling around."

Gong Baonan couldn't help cursing and said in his heart: Can't you use your brain and make up a more reliable reason?
What he didn't know was that Jiang Xiaodao didn't blush or breath, and just opened his mouth to tell nonsense. In the final analysis, it was because of Uncle Qi's bad words.

Gong Baonan also forgot that when he said such nonsense as "bullet turns" in the patrol station, Jiang Xiaodao looked like this now.

"Xiaodao, you can't even believe me, can you?"

"Hey! Uncle Qi, it has nothing to do with whether you believe it or not." Jiang Xiaodao said awkwardly, "Change your thinking. If you believe me, then don't ask any more questions and just stay with me."

It sounds nice, but actually I don’t believe it.

My father’s teachings from back then are still in my ears—even the dead can’t tell you what you really want to do!

"You!" Gong Baonan hesitated to speak.

Immediately afterwards, the uncle and nephew looked stern almost at the same time, and with a "swish" sound, they dispersed in the Zen courtyard at the same time, running to the east and west doors respectively. With a wave of their hands - in the same posture - the pistol slipped out of the cuffs, Falling in the palm of your hand.

The two of them held their breath and stared at each other, their eyes full of trust, even enough to depend on each other for life and death.

After about half a minute, there was a "crunching" sound outside the Zen Gate. It was a carriage!

"Click!"

Jiang Xiaodao flipped the safety guard, his eyes piercing, murderous intent everywhere.

If the visitor is a bad person, don't blame the bullet for having no eyes; if the visitor is a passer-by, don't blame the innocent for dying.

Jiang Xiaodao would not take any risk and let a living person see them resting here.

"Swish—swish—"

Footsteps sounded, getting closer and closer. They were two people, one walking slowly and heavily, the other walking briskly and eagerly.

"Small... young master?"

The young girl's voice was trembling, sounding a little scared but also a little familiar.

"Xiaohua?" Jiang Xiaodao frowned.

"it's me!"

Xiaohua stood outside the door, looking at the dark temple. Her heart was filled with excitement. She slowly came forward and said softly: "Master, something happened to my aunt! I asked me to come here to find you."

"What?"

Jiang Xiaodao's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly poked his head out of the temple. After confirming that there were only Xiaohua and a strange old man outside the door, he hurried forward.

Seeing this, Gong Baonan followed closely behind.

"What's going on?" Jiang Xiaodao asked urgently, "Why didn't you go to Dalian?"

Upon hearing the question, Xiaohua's tears immediately fell. In a few words, as briefly as possible, she hurriedly recounted what happened at the train station that morning.

When Jiang Xiaodao heard the whole story, he felt that the blood all over his body was boiling and rushing inside his body, making his eardrums buzz.

Xiaohua said anxiously: "Master, come back with me quickly and pick up the young mistress."

Gong Baonan was not impatient and walked directly to the old man and asked him who his employer was.

Seeing that the visitor was unkind, Lao Li inevitably hesitated a little: "My employer is Mr. Feng from the tailor shop, ah, no, it's my wife, Liu Yuqing."

Gong Baonan asked a few more details, and then he was convinced that the other party was from Senior Sister "Chuan'erhong". He checked around the carriage again. Although he didn't find anything strange, he was still a little worried.

"Xiaodao, the city is too chaotic now, you'd better not go, in case you are discovered..."

"That's my wife!" Jiang Xiaodao retorted flatly, "Who cares about her if I don't care about her?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw this kid suddenly plucked out a piece of dirt from the ground, crushed it into pieces and wiped it on his face. Then he drew seven with his left hand and compared six with his right hand. The ground was dripping with hala, and he cried out stupidly.

"Xiaohua, let's go, uh, get in the car!"

Old Man Li and Xiaohua had never seen this scene before. They were startled and looked at Gong Baonan hurriedly.

Lao Qi shook his head, looking helpless, raised his chin and pointed.

"I'm a professional, I used to beg for food!"

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