Chapter 170 Not So

"Donor He, the chief monk invites you."

"Thank you, Master."

He Zangjia clasped his fists to express his gratitude, restrained his carefree aura, and followed Huitong into the Luohan Temple.

He had been in Chongqing for quite a while, but this was his first time in the Buddhist territory.

The reason was simple, mainly because there were too few business dealings with the two families on weekdays, and there were even some conflicts.

The casinos of the Sichuan and Chongqing Gambling Association also have lending businesses, but most of their customers are gamblers who have lost a lot of money, and the interest charged is very high, and nine out of thirteen returns is just a routine operation.

In comparison, the "incense money" of the Luohan Temple is much more gentle, so many savvy gamblers would rather choose to go to the Luohan Temple to "seek merit" than to borrow money in the casino.

Although the Luohan Temple at night is shrouded in warm yellow lights, it is empty and lonely.

He Zangjia followed the other party and passed by several monasteries, but did not meet any monks walking around.

It seemed that there were only him and Huitong in such a large temple.

No matter how light his footsteps were, the sound of the landing was still clearly audible.

No matter how warm the light was, it could not bring any warmth.

Suddenly, He Zangjia felt a trace of regret in his heart. He was a little risky to go into the temple alone to rescue people.

But now, regret is useless.

Since ancient times, wealth and honor have been sought in danger. Now that you have crossed the threshold of Luohan Temple, you can only go this way until the end.

He Zangjia took a deep breath of the cold night wind and looked at the broad back of Monk Huitong.

"Master, I wonder how Zhou You is doing now?"

"Don't worry, donor, although the young man committed a heinous crime, the Buddha was merciful and did not take his life. He is now in the Dharma Courtyard, waiting for the chief seat's decision."

It seems that these bald donkeys are also afraid of the brand of the Sichuan and Chongqing gambling club, and dare not act rashly.

He Zangjia breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Excuse me, what is the attitude of the abbot towards this matter?"

"What do you mean, donor?"

He Zangjia grinned, "I am a rough man with little cultivation, used to being straightforward, so I will tell you clearly, what conditions do you need for your temple to release people this time?"

Monk Huitong paused and looked back at He Zangjia, "That depends on your sincerity, donor."

"What if your sincerity is not enough?"

Huitong said expressionlessly, "Then next time, only the 'Eight Generals of the Thousand Gates' will be able to step into the threshold of the Arhat Temple."

The threatening words fell into He Zangjia's ears, but he tasted something else.

These bald donkeys dare not kill me.

He Zangjia felt relieved and said repeatedly, "I understand, I came to atone for my sins to the Buddha with sincerity this time."

"It's great that you have such an idea!"

As the two of them asked and answered, they had already stepped into the core area of ​​the temple, and the majestic Dharma Courtyard was right in front of them.

"Master He, please come in."

The moment he crossed the threshold of the courtyard, He Zangjia suddenly felt a sense of oppression as high as a mountain.

His clothes fluttered, and his hair danced. It was as if there was a real pressure that made his bones crackle.

Subconsciously, He Zangjia activated the Yinlingquan and Yanglingquan acupoints on his left and right legs.

His legs suddenly swelled, and his bulging muscles tightened his trouser legs, making his body stand firmly.

"Is this the way of entertaining guests in Luohan Temple?"

He Zangjia smiled and squinted at the head of the Dharma Court, who was sitting cross-legged in the hall, with a majestic look.

As soon as the voice fell, the pressure stopped abruptly, which was very abrupt.

He Zangjia, who was leaning forward slightly, was caught off guard and stumbled forward, crushing a floor tile with intricate patterns on his right foot.

Immediately, a loud laugh rang out in the hall, and the monks did not hide their sarcasm and ridicule on their faces.

"I wonder what you are doing visiting Luohan Temple late at night?"

Looking at the head of the Dharma Academy who asked knowingly, He Zangjia naturally understood what the other party meant. This was to earn back the lost face from him.

There must be equipment around recording his fleeting moments, and he wanted to use his embarrassment as material to intimidate others in the future.

Look, the Sichuan and Chongqing gambling club's card series "Tiger Head" dared not act rashly in front of the monks of Luohan Temple.

This kind of trick, He Zangjia is naturally familiar with it.

He smiled lightly, pulled out his right foot that was stuck in the ground, and patted the dust on his trouser legs, "We are all sensible people, so there is no need to say stupid things. I am here today to take Zhou You away."

Seeing that the other party was neither humble nor arrogant, the head of the Dharma Academy was angry, and was angry that He Zangjia, this little card, did not bow his head and give in until now.

However, when he thought of the three million ransom Hui Tong had mentioned before, he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Monks are compassionate. When people in the world disturb me with evil, I will still repay them with kindness."

"You can take people away, but it depends on your sincerity."

He Zangjia laughed and pointed at the young man lying on the floor, saying loudly: "You Luohan Temple do not abide by the rules and allow the monks in charge of the temple to eat up the whole family."

"You also beat up the people from my Sichuan and Chongqing gambling club like this. I will only charge you one million."

At this moment, the man no longer suppressed the unruly and domineering arrogance on his body, and raised his chin at the head of the Dharma Academy, whose face suddenly turned ashen.

"Does this count as sincerity?"

"Bold lunatic!"

"You dare to speak wildly in front of the Buddha. I think you are looking for death!"

The head of the Dharma Academy slowly raised one hand and pressed it down.

The enraged monks around him stopped scolding, still staring at He Zangjia with their eyes wide open.

"He Zangjia, what do you mean?"

He Zangjia spread his hands and said with a smile: "Now you can't even understand what people say?"

The head monk frowned, "I allowed you to enter the temple just now, which has given enough face to the Sichuan and Chongqing gambling association. I advise you not to refuse a toast and drink a penalty."

He Zangjia shook his head and said: "Unfortunately, I never drink with people who are not friends."

"Which 'Eight Generals' backed you up behind your back, allowing you to run wild in Luohan Temple?"

The more arrogant He Zangjia was, the more cautious the head monk of the Dharma Academy became.

In his opinion, this 'Tiger Head' card must have been authorized by one of the 'Eight Generals', otherwise he would never dare to shout like that in front of him.

"Don't be scared, big bald head."

He Zangjia smiled and said: "There is no 'Eight Generals', I am alone!"

Who the hell are you fooling, a bunch of old swindlers!

The head monk's face was full of gloom. "I don't care what the attitude of the person behind you is. If the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Association does not apologize, Luohan Temple will never let it go!"

"Don't say these harsh words in front of me. Either pay the money and let the people go, or you will beat me to death."

"You card department should not bully others too much!"

The head monk of Damo Academy was very depressed. How could it be that he was rescuing people from the territory of the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Association?

How dare a 'tiger head' be so arrogant?

"Don't talk nonsense. If you have the guts, come and touch me!"

He Zangjia patted his chest and cursed, "Are the monks of Luohan Temple so timid?"

The monks around were all stunned. No wonder a small minion dared to break into the temple to rob people. It turned out that they were all a group of crazy people who didn't care about their lives?

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the scripture hall was extremely weird.

The monks of Luohan Temple, who had the advantage of time, place and people, kept silent and watched He Zangjia, who should have been a sheep in the tiger's mouth, jumping up and down and cursing.

Boom!

At this moment, a shocking roar came from the direction of the temple gate.

The lights in the temple, which were the same color as the Buddha's light, suddenly turned into a dazzling red light, and the alarm bells were deafening, resounding throughout the silent night sky.

He Zangjia's face showed an anxious expression, and he shouted in a hurry: "Hurry, hit me!"

Listening to the roar rolling from afar, and the breathtaking sky-high bandit flames, the head of the Dharma Academy couldn't help but fall into a sluggish expression, and a trace of grievance rose in his heart.

"For such a small matter, there are people at the level of the 'Eight Generals' who come to the door, is it necessary?"