The morning after one day.
An old Ford car is driving on the road from Shanghai to Ningbo.
There were four people in the car.
The two people in front are naturally old partners Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty.
The two people behind are Brother Guishou and Shopkeeper Luo.
"Fat Master, it's been rumored that Miss Pei, the courtesan, knows magic... How on earth can she change her clothes in one second?"
The journey was really boring, and shopkeeper Luo, who loved to inquire about all kinds of gossip, couldn't help but ask the fat man in the co-pilot.
The fat man turned his head and chuckled: "That's just a cover-up. It's just to make Miss Pei wear two layers of clothes. Anyway, the evening clothes are light and thin..."
Shopkeeper Luo is also a master in the world, and he can tell the truth immediately. He understood immediately and nodded repeatedly to praise Chief Ma's creativity.
"Stop boasting, just think about how Ningbo can deal with the neon demon."
Ma Xiaoguang, who was driving, smiled and quickly brought the topic back on track.
Brother Guishou and Shopkeeper Luo didn't know how to mess with this modern machine, so he and Fatty took turns driving along the way.
Naturally, the roads of the Republic of China cannot be compared with the highways of later generations. In Ma Xiaoguang’s opinion, they cannot even be compared with the county roads of later generations.
The road was all dirt, and when they arrived in Ningbo at night, the four of them were already shabby.
Ningbo West Road.
Tianning Temple.
"It's getting late, let's spend the night here today..."
Ma Xiaoguang said to everyone.
Shopkeeper Luo and Brother Guishou nodded and followed Commander Ma out of the car.
The fat man found a secluded place to park the car.
A car with a Shanghai license plate is a bit eye-catching in Ningbo. Originally, the number of cars in the Republic of China was also very low.
"Amitabha, the donor is well."
Zhike monk Yuan Xing saw the three of them coming to the temple in the dark, and greeted them with some confusion.
"How are you, Master? We came to Ningbo to worship God and Buddha... and we happened to stay at the Baosha Temple."
Ma Xiaoguang found an excuse that was not a reason, and as he spoke, he stuffed a few of them into his mouth.
Monks are all outsiders, so using banknotes is too vulgar and appears to be dishonest.
Of course, there is no need to stuff gold bars to borrow a place to stay, as that would be too low-key.
Yuanxing's face was startled but he quickly reacted. He skillfully took Dayang and put it into his sleeve, then turned aside to let the three of them in.
Monks are always compassionate. Master Yuanxing arranged a quiet and clean Zen courtyard for Ma Xiaoguang and his party in line with the purpose of making things convenient for others, making things convenient for himself, and saving others and himself.
Before leaving the house, Ma Xiaoguang once again pulled the sleeves of Master Yuanxing's monk's robe and asked for Buddhist teachings.
Of course, the merits of rejoicing are inevitable.
Finally, the master politely left and allowed the three donors to rest.
Before the master left, Ma Xiaoguang did not forget to tell him to leave the door open for the fat man.
After all, this is a Buddhist temple, not a hotel. Saying hello well will save a lot of trouble.
Forty minutes later.
In the Zen room.
"Master, we are dealing with neon Taoist priests, why did we come to the monk's temple?"
The fat man who parked the car asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Ma Xiaoguang said with a smile: "You said that we are dealing with neon Taoist priests. We must not be the same as our Chinese Taoists..."
"Oh! Yes, it is the same as Nishi Honganji Temple."
The fat man reacted immediately.
"Yes, many Neon Taoist priests combine Buddhism and Taoism, which is completely different from our Chinese Buddhism. And I would venture to guess that the young master's move must have a profound meaning."
Brother Guishou stroked his beard and said with a flattering smile.
"Isn't this just to strike first to gain advantage..."
The fat man said half of what he said, but he swallowed back the rest - it's the end of the year, and there are some things that need to be measured.
What happened next was uneventful.
Early the next morning, Ma Xiaoguang took three of his men for a stroll around Ningbo city.
This kind of strolling is similar to wandering, without a particularly strong purpose. Anyway, it is just walking through the streets and alleys, wandering around.
Of course, the main focus is on the large and small Buddhist temples.
After wandering around for a while, I did find a lot of neon Taoist priests.
A secluded alley on Xida Road.
"You kid, you are treating Ningbo City as your own backyard."
Shopkeeper Luo sighed to Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty in surprise.
"This means that the Japs must be making moves, and we need to investigate more carefully. The Japs must have more conspiracies..."
The fat man imitated Chief Ma's serious tone, touched his chin and said mysteriously.
"Fat Master, you are a wise old man and your young master is very wise. Apart from trying to ruin our feng shui, what else does that devil have in mind?"
Shopkeeper Luo looked like he was breaking the casserole to ask the truth, and Brother Guishou next to him also looked expectant.
"Well, there must be some conspiracy..."
The fat man couldn't make up any more at this moment and glanced at Ma Xiaoguang expectantly.
"Ahem... In addition to ruining our feng shui, the Japs must also be doing sabotage and getting information..."
"Don't worry, Ningbo is not like other places. It's not easy for the Japanese to succeed. It can last for two or three years without any problem."
While Ma Guanguan was vigilantly observing the crowd on the street, he whispered firmly to his three companions.
Having said this, Ma Xiaoguang didn't say much, but continued to observe the situation on the street.
The four of them returned to Tianning Temple along Daxi Street unhurriedly.
Before returning to his monastery, he observed carefully and found no neon demons in Tianning Temple.
In the Zen room.
"What's going on?"
Shopkeeper Luo asked Ma Xiaoguang with some confusion.
"There must be a reason for wearing leather pants with cotton pants..."
Ma Xiaoguang's eyes rolled around and he gritted his teeth and said.
The fat man thought for a moment and did not continue to ponder in his Zen courtyard. Instead, after informing everyone, he went out and prepared to investigate again.
About an hour later.
The fat man came back with a mysterious face.
"Master, I made a discovery!"
The fat man approached Ma Xiaoguang and reported in a deep voice.
"Hey! Fatty, you are so amazing!"
Brother Guishou heard this and quickly praised.
Ma Xiaoguang smiled, but his expression was as expected.
"Fat Master, tell me, what's going on?"
Shopkeeper Luo was also on the side and asked expectantly.
After getting an affirmative look from Ma Xiaoguang, the fat man lowered his voice and said: "There are not neon Taoist priests here, but big fish..."
"Big Fish is afraid that those bastard Taoist priests will reveal his whereabouts by making noises, so he is afraid that he has given a warning to the temple not to allow the demon Taoists to come in!"
The fat man's explanation made the two martial arts masters nod their heads.
After nodding, Shopkeeper Luo continued to ask with some confusion: "What kind of big fish is it? With such ability, I think those monks only see the ocean and gold bars, and they are not vegetarians."
"It is said that it is a benefactor whom Monk Yuanhui of Tianning Temple is familiar with, a benevolent elixir businessman named Xu Zhitong..."
The fat man whispered to everyone.
"Rendan merchant?"
When Brother Guishou and Shopkeeper Luo heard this, they were a little confused and looked at Ma Xiaoguang with suspicion.
"It turns out it's him! I know who this person is, he's indeed a big fish!"
Ma Xiaoguang smiled clearly, but there was a somewhat angry expression on his face.
