Zhike Monk looked back through the rear window of the cab, and saw that the fat cook who had just arrived from Qianfozhai more than half a month ago appeared in the cargo box at some point.
Zhi Keseng gritted his teeth, shifted into first gear, stepped on the accelerator with his right foot, lifted the clutch with his left foot, and the minivan suddenly sped out.
The fat man in the cargo box at the back didn't expect Zhi Keseng to jump over the wall in a hurry, and was unexpectedly thrown onto the railing of the cargo box, knocking him all over.
Zhike Monk drove a small truck and raced quickly on the mountain road of Qixia Mountain. He moved skillfully, as if he was possessed by the god of mountain racing in Qiu Ming. He actually drove a dilapidated small truck like a racing car and looked extremely handsome. Skyrim.
During the deduction beforehand, Fatty had already anticipated what Zhi Ke Monk might do, so he hid in the cargo box and waited.
However, the fat man had no idea that this guy had such high driving skills. He was jolted around in the cargo box and was dizzy...
The Zhike monk possessed by the God of Cars drove a small truck and ran wildly across the road. The surrounding trees, rocks, and scenery all flew back like bubbles in a dream.
The car quickly went down the mountain road and turned onto the road, which made the car go faster.
"I said, stop driving. If you drive this car again, it will start flying."
Behind him came the voice of that damn fat man again. Now to Zhi Ke Monk, it was like a demonic sound entering his head. He was a little annoyed. This guy had thick skin and long blood, but he recovered so quickly. No, he had to deal with this damn fat man as soon as possible. .
But just when he was getting annoyed, a temporary checkpoint actually appeared in front of him.
There was about a squad of Chinese soldiers at the checkpoint, and there was actually a Czech light machine gun.
Zhike Monk thought to himself that this was obviously for him.
There was a voice in his heart telling him that this was terrible.
However, Zhi Ke Monk was no one to take things for granted. He stepped on the accelerator and continued to drive the minivan.
The person who led the team to set up a jam here was Tu Bingyan, the captain of the second team of the special operations team. According to the instructions of Chief Ma, they set up a jam on the road after going down the mountain to intercept the Japanese spies who might come down the mountain. Lao Tu was a little confused as to why they didn't set up a jam on the mountain. Woolen cloth? Wouldn't it be easier to catch someone? If the spy didn't leave here, I wouldn't have waited in vain.
However, Commander Ma, who has always made great plans, did not disappoint everyone again.
Not far away, a small truck was driving quickly.
The railing has been lowered, and a team member in front is holding a small red flag to signal the other party to stop and inspect.
However, the small truck in the distance seemed to turn a blind eye to the roadblock and the roadblock, turned a deaf ear to the orders to stop, and rushed towards the roadka like a mad cow.
When Lao Tu saw that the pickup truck had no intention of stopping, he secretly screamed, knowing that something was going to happen, he quickly took out his pistol.
"Bang" Lao Tu fired a shot, but it was a warning shot in the sky.
There was no way, Commander Ma had an order to capture them alive, otherwise he would have ordered machine gun fire.
Seeing that the minivan is getting closer and closer, but we can't shoot here, do we have to watch the Japanese spies rush out of the checkpoint?
Several young team members, with their bravery, actually pushed barricades and sandbags in an attempt to block the small truck with their flesh and blood.
But how can human flesh and blood stop the power of machinery?
Lao Tu was worried and couldn't care anymore. He couldn't just watch his brothers being killed by Japanese spies. This would be too frustrating. He raised his right hand and was about to order the machine gun to fire - Chief Ma will explain it himself. It's a big deal. The captain quit.
However, just when Lao Tu raised his right hand, he hesitated a little, because he saw a figure flashing on the cargo box of the small truck, and heard a series of "ding bells"...
After the noise, the pickup truck swerved and rushed towards the rice fields on the side of the road.
At the same time, the car's brakes made a sharp sound. This harsh sound was like the best music to Lao Tu and the brothers in the second team.
If we don't brake, everyone will lose stability.
The small truck used its inertia to rush through the field for a while, then slowly stopped at an angle...
Seeing this, Lao Tu quickly waved his hand and ordered: "Brothers, follow me."
In addition to the machine gunner and flag bearer, the brothers from the second team rushed over in a battle formation and surrounded the minivan. In the cab, Zhi Keseng had passed out on his seat. A pole went straight through the cab from the rear window and was lassoed. A bamboo basket rests against the brake pedal.
"Ma Dan, this thief monk is so powerful..." A voice came from the cargo box of the pickup truck.
After a while, the fat man with a blue nose and swollen eyes slowly showed his head.
"Oh, Fatty, you are so mighty! You actually caught this agent with his car! He's tall, he's really tall!" When the old man saw that he was a fat man, he immediately praised him with relief.
"Tall ass, fat man, I was careless. I didn't expect this guy to drive so well. He drove like flying on the mountain road. If I hadn't used this pole to hold the brakes, it would be hard to say what happened today..." The fat man jumped out of the car and spat. .
"If the card is set up on the mountain, it shouldn't be..." Lao Tu couldn't help but express his doubts just now.
"Set a jam on the mountain? Old Tu, if there's a jam on the mountain, either you will become a martyr or I will become a martyr. If you want to say that Commander Ma's calculations are accurate, I have to accept it..." The fat man found a place to sit down and looked at The busy brothers in front of me sighed with emotion.
"Fat Master, would you like to drink some water and tell us?" Yuan Feng, a young member of the second team, asked respectfully and handed the fat man a kettle.
The fat man took a sip of water, wiped his mouth and said: "There is a jam on the mountain. This car is driving so fast. Where will it stop? Hit the mountain or go down the cliff? It will rush straight over. There is no place for everyone to hide. What will be caught by then is A dead monk. So although Chief Ma is a talkative person, he has nothing to say about his actions..."
"Yes, yes, Chief Ma is wise. We can't compare to him. Just in case..." Lao Tu quickly offered the rainbow fart to Chief Ma from the air.
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"Ah sneeze, ah sneeze..."
"Mom, who's scolding me?" Chief Ma spat after sneezing several times.
"It may be Qiuzao, sir, my nose is not feeling well..." Old Liu Kai on the side explained.
"I wonder if Fatty and the others succeeded?" Chief Ma muttered, holding his hands.
"Sir, why don't you just capture these thieving monks at Qixia Temple?"
"Qixia Temple is a thousand-year-old temple. It is not a clean Buddhist place like the city. Arresting people randomly is afraid of causing more trouble, which is counterproductive. And you see, even a small villa in Jiangjun Mountain has a secret passage, which will prevent Japanese spies from entering the dark room in the temple, Once you hide in the secret passage, you can't find it. The only way is to scare the snake away. It's like hunting. The woods are full of wild beasts, and they are all hiding. You have to drive them all out, otherwise it will be difficult to catch... Qing Dynasty Emperor Mulan Qiuyi used this trick. Kang Mazi asked thousands of soldiers to surround a bear, and even one of them could hit him, and he boasted about his martial arts skills..." Chief Ma started pretending to be X-mode again.
Hearing this, Old Liu nodded in agreement and kept praising the officer for his wisdom.
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Jinling Qixiashan Station, unlike later generations, is just a station building. A dilapidated Kesbauer long-distance bus is parked outside the station building.
This car must be older, probably produced around the time of the Northern Expedition. Unlike later luxury buses of the same brand, this car is just a truck with a passenger compartment.
However, it would be nice to have a car to ride in these days, so how can I be picky and picky?
The station building was noisy, with people carrying luggage, holding children, smoking...all kinds of people.
Monk Huijue is not dressed as a monk now, but is wearing a layman's clothes, a half-new but not old gown, and a melon skin hat on his head. He looks like a businessman running a single gang.
There was a crowd of people gathered around the ticket office. It was not popular to queue up these days. The competition to buy tickets was to see who was stronger.
"Give me a ticket to go to Jingkou..." Hui Jue finally squeezed to the ticket office and handed the money to the ticket seller.
"Jingkou? It's gone."
"It's just a convenience, I have a business emergency..." Huijue handed over another banknote.
"It's not easy to look at you. I won't do it next time." The ticket buyer skillfully put away the banknotes, took out a ticket from the drawer and handed it to Huijue.
After getting the ticket, Huijue felt a little relieved and sat in the crowd, waiting for the car to drive.
Taking a train is a self-inflicted trap. After Wang Zhaoming was assassinated some time ago, various transportation hubs in Jinling City are now strictly inspected. Only remote places like Qixiashan Station are omitted. Only then can I have a chance, and it is also close to Qixiashan. , the top priority is to get in the car and stay away from Jinling. After running far, the sky is high and the birds can fly.
The purpose of mobilizing the tiger away from the mountain, developing your own style, and letting the Zhike Monk Tongfa run away first is to attract the enemy's attention and firepower, so that you can evacuate calmly and calmly.
For the sake of the empire, I can only die as a Taoist friend and not as a poor Taoist—ah, no, as a poor monk.
I observed carefully before entering the station and found no one following or checking me. As long as I got on the train and passed through Jingkou, I would be safe.
After waiting for a while, the driver outside, holding a cigarette in his mouth, shouted in a broken voice: "Those going to Jingkou, get on the bus!"
Before the driver finished speaking, people in the station picked up their luggage like a swarm and rushed towards the bus.
At this time, no matter old or young, tall or short, male or female...all of them are extremely strong and agile.
There is no way, this is the way it is in this era. If it's too late, you can only hang it on the car like the third brother's family in later generations.
The small one didn't even use the car door, he climbed directly into the car through the window, and then asked his companions to throw their luggage on the car, so that he could grab a good seat.
The one who is physically strong and has good self-control, the one who goes straight to the point of force, squeezes through the crowd and rushes to the car, leaving a lot of curses behind him...
Huijue was not a monk now, so he ignored the Buddha's teachings for the time being and just followed the crowd to the car.
It won't work if it's not crowded. If it's not crowded, I'm afraid I'll be in trouble if I miss the bus.
He was a professionally trained agent, and his observation and skills were naturally much better than those of ordinary people. He was seen darting from left to right, like a loach, so clumsy that he managed to get from behind the crowd to the car door in just a few clicks.
After checking the ticket with the ticket inspector, Huijue got on the bus carrying the rattan box.
After grabbing a seat in the last row, I put the rattan box at my feet, let my top hat hang down, pretended to be tired, and observed the situation on the bus.
At this time, the people's skills were also very good, and soon the small carriage was filled with people of all kinds.
There were noisy fights for seats, curses from women who had been taken advantage of, and the cries of children... all kinds of sounds were heard together.
The driver held a cigarette in his mouth and directed a few coolies to put his personal belongings on the side of the driver's platform. The station dispatcher was also handing things to the luggage rack. They were not helping passengers with limited mobility, but also carrying the luggage.
The bus used its maximum loading capacity, and people and goods were all loaded onto the bus. No, there were two people who arrived a little late. They were sitting very close to each other, so they could only look at everyone's luggage on the roof of the bus. .
Finally, the carriage was filled with passengers and all kinds of luggage like sardine cans, and the roof of the car was already full. The driver just threw away the cigarette butts, got into the driver's seat with a curse, and started the car.
After a while, the car swayed on the road like an overfed old sow.
Looking at Qixia Mountain in the distance with the corner of his eyes, Huijue felt a little lucky, a little reluctant, and even a little happy.
