So you think Guping has guessed, otherwise you can’t bear to blame.
This is when I have to do something wrong in my life and take charge of such a big court. These three words are the yardstick to measure right and wrong. Qiao Zhiyong Naidi said that he handed a note. The abbots of the ancient shopkeeper’s temple all know the origin of this gold, so you must be careful.
Guping at this time is thinking that the sentence in the song that prisoners can escape from prison can only be combined with Qiao Zhiyong’s ignorance that he is guilty of committing crimes. Is it really God’s will that he cast a glance at the dark night outside the hall and suddenly felt a sense of awe?
Miss four spent a lot of money to buy off the jstars. Every day, she told Su Zixuan who Qiao Zhiyong had met and what she had done. Listen, Su Zixuan didn’t care, but when she heard Guping’s name, she looked fiercely and asked the Guping where he had gone from jstars.
I knew it, miss. You must ask him. He looked smug. He went to the border temple again and met the abbot. He stayed in the temple for a long time.
Before Su Zixuan pondered for a long time, he suddenly smiled and twisted his four faces. What a coincidence that I was still in the dark cellar. Unexpectedly, it was everywhere everyone could see.
Miss, what are you talking about?
Where is the 500-gold arhat in the side temple? Do you still remember that the hall is full of lotus pots with lights burning?
I remember four one exclaiming, isn’t that a gilded body?
I said that there are good men and women who dare to touch the temple here. Su Zixuan blinked at that Guping. I saw him with my own eyes in Xi’ an. Qiao Zhiyong must be Qiao Jiatuo. He wants to hide this gold more safely. We have to hurry. Guping is a wise man. If he really wants to find a good way to hide gold, it will be difficult for Su Zixuan to find it again.
But there are so many monks in the border temple, and how can you get so much money from others?
Who said I’m going to hide from others? Su Zixuan suddenly slowed down, and now his face is cold.
Miss Si bit her lip and called anxiously. She followed Su Zixuan for a long time to see her, so that she knew that people were going to be in trouble.
But what she didn’t expect was that there was more than one person who was unlucky this time.
The next day, a big fire broke out in Heibian Temple on a windy and high moon. The fire started from the most precious thousand-year-old wooden Buddha in the main hall. The cornices of Bianbian Temple are connected with each other in a intrigue style. From a distance, they are connected into a large area. Today, the fire is like Zhu Rong’s method, and the flames are flying instantly.
Of course, the monks in the temple were on duty at night, but by the time they found out, the fire had already shot up the beams. In a panic, Mao Mao knocked on the gongs. In the middle of the night, let alone the monks in the temple and the people nearby, they all woke up from their dreams and water came to rescue them.
Old abbot Hongjing rushed to the front of the temple and saw the fire. He knew that it was not good. The fire was already on fire. It would be of no help if water was poured everywhere. He knew Buddhism well and his mind was clear and he made up his mind. He found the monk in a group of people shouting.
Life is important. Take the old, the weak, women and children with you, and then find someone to save the ancient Buddha in the hall with all the water.
Abbot, this large Buddhist monastery is still in the front and back temples.
I don’t care so much. It’s lucky that the Buddha can protect this thousand-year-old Buddha in the temple. Go quickly. Abbot Hongjing waved.
When people gave up other pipes to save the Buddha, they didn’t notice that a group of people sneaked into the Luohan Hall while the flames were everywhere.
The temple fire lasted for a whole night. When Guping heard the news, the collapsed house was still full of flames. He walked behind the abbot Hongjing and looked up at the burnt-out hall. The wooden Buddha was blackened in several places, but it was intact and damaged today. It stands in broad daylight.
Guping hasn’t figured out how to say that the 500 arhats were stolen yesterday.
This kind of thing is said to have been set on fire by thieves. Guping was surprised and angry
Not HongJing shook his head GuPing one leng and saw Laoshang pointed to a straw mat lying next to a body.
He is carrying kindling, and the government has determined that he set the fire, and the murderer is suspected to be dead, so there is no thief.
Guping’s heart swelled with ominous thoughts. Step by step, he walked over and lifted the straw mat. When he saw it, he shouted and fell down in the straw mat. Although the man was burned to the face, he could still see that it was Qiao Songnian who had been missing for a long time.
It’s not him. It’s not his Guping angrily avenue.
I know it’s not, but the government wants this scapegoat.
What about the 500 arhats stolen?
Lao Shang kept silent, and it was plain that if this batch of gold lost its roots, it would not be reported. He stamped his foot with anger.
Hongjing looked at the courtyard and said to the monks in the ruins, you all go first, see the people leave him and wave at Guping, the ancient benefactor, and you come with the old woman.
As he spoke, he went into the burned-out masonry platform hall and stretched out his hand beside the wooden Buddha. Suddenly, a ground sank to expose a dark hole.
Hongjing looked back at Guping and took an oil lamp without saying a word.
Guping was suspicious. Seeing that the abbot had gone well, he also took a lamp and followed him to the tunnel. However, the more he walked, the wider he became until he came to a big house. The abbot Hongjing stopped and put the oil lamp on the ground. Guping suddenly felt that his eyes were stung by something. Looking at the wall ribs, it was very dazzling with eyes.
This is the border temple underground palace. The real gold Lohan has already been moved into the underground palace. Now he is safe and sick. Finally, the ancient benefactor will take it away. Hong Jing said calmly.
What about the 500 Buddha statues stolen from the Luohan Temple? When Guping stood still, he suddenly realized that it seemed to be a man-machine calculation. He shook his head.
Hongjing smiled. Golden Buddha and bronze Buddha are all Buddhas. The world thinks the difference is big, but in the eyes of family members.