"Are you Master Mingkong?"

"Mingkong Inspector, I don't know how many people have any advice for Mingkong?" A bandit who once robbed his house and robbed his house could say such a crepe thing, which was completely unexpected by Liu Dayu and his comrades.

"We are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and we want to find out a little bit about the situation from you."

A hint of panic flashed in the corner of Mingkong's eyes: "Please come with the poor monk." ”

There were also a few monks in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, they either swept the floor, or added oil to the lamp, or scrubbed the incense case, everyone was engrossed in doing their own thing, and they ignored the conversation between Liu Dayu and Mingkong. The people in Buddhism are different from the people in the world, and if they were in the market, there would have been a lot of people around them.

Mingkong walked in front, and the comrades followed behind, went down the steps, entered the ear room, and came to a Zen temple to the west of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the door of the Zen courtyard was half-hidden.

Mingkong pushed open the courtyard door, let everyone in, and then closed the courtyard door.

Mingkong led Ouyang Ping and his entourage into a meditation room.

Inside the meditation room there is a meditation bed and several wooden chairs. Mingkong beckoned everyone to sit down on the chair and the edge of the meditation bed, and sat down on a chair himself.

As soon as Ming Kong sat down and stood up, he wanted to order someone to serve tea to his comrades.

"Master Mingkong, sit down!" The road chief said.

Mingkong sat down at this time.

Mingkong was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand, which had been rotating between Mingkong's fingers since everyone saw Mingkong.

"Master Mingkong has been in Tangquan Temple for some years!"

"Forty-seven years in vain."

It is now 1996, 47 years have been wasted, and Mingkong went to Tangquan Temple in 1950 to become a monk.

"Where is Master Mingkong's ancestral hometown?"

"The poor monk is from Dongshan - the poor monk is from this place."

"May I ask what Master Mingkong called before he became a monk?"

"The common name of the poor monk before he became a monk was Ma Erguan."

"What is your relationship with Gu Minghuai in Guli Village?"

Mingkong blinked a few times, and then said, "We used to worship the handle." "Mingkong may already know what Liu Dayu is doing.

Mingkong lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eyes, answering all questions, and not avoiding them at all.

"In 1948, the Dajia family of Guli Village sank two boats in Gujia Datang, this- do you know?"

"Amitabha, the two boats of the Da family were sunk by poor monks."

"The Da family has no grievances with you, why do you want to do such a hurtful thing?"

"The Da family and the Gu family can't get along."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Da Youdao and his father don't believe in Gu Minghuai's set of spells, but he is still secretly encouraging the villagers not to believe in Gu Minghuai's deceptive ghosts, he also said that he never believes in Gu Minghuai's spells, his family built a mill and oil mill and did not invite Gu Minghuai to see feng shui, and the business is still very big and smooth, and he also said that Gu Minghuai is the lower three indiscriminate, and he is doing the ninth rate of business."

"Did Gu Minghuai instruct you to do that thing?"

"Yes. One day, we were drinking together, Gu Minghuai said his thoughts, and I offered to help him teach the Da family a lesson, but he did not object. Together, we discussed how to deal with the Da family. Originally, I wanted to arrange for my subordinates to do it, but Gu Minghuai said that the fewer people the better, and I had to find someone I trusted to do it. I decided to bring three of my henchmen to do it myself. ”