Fang Lang had already expected this old monk's behavior, smiled nonchalantly, and asked the translator:
"How many words did he just say?"
The translator was stunned for a moment by the question, his face was a little nervous, and he slowly stretched out two fingers.
Fang Lang didn't care whether the interpreter's answer was true or false. Since he held out two fingers, Fang Lang just took it as a couple of sentences.
In this case, all the Japanese people looked at the two fingers stretched out by the translator, and then Fang Lang said behind him:
"Since our host has said some nonsense, let's drag these two people out!"
Soon four soldiers came forward and dragged out two monks from the crowd. Ask the two monks to kneel down facing the wall, and without any nonsense, they take out their pistols and make two "bang bangs".
The room suddenly became chaotic, and the women's screams almost burst Fang Lang's eardrums.
All the surrounding soldiers raised their guns. Facing the black muzzles, everyone quickly learned to shut up.
Fang Lang even saw several Japanese women desperately covering their mouths with their hands to prevent themselves from making sounds, but their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.
Seeing that everyone was quiet, Fang Lang said to the translator again:
"Ask me again, please tell the host, this time two people will be dragged out for just one nonsense."
The translator's eyes were a little dodgey at this time, feeling that the person standing in front of him was simply a devil.
However, he did not dare to refuse the devil's request. With a slightly trembling voice, he once again spoke to the old monk in charge, jabbering.
This time, the old monk learned the lesson and closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and stood quietly on the spot, with the air of a man who was willing to die generously.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Fang Lang unconsciously felt that the old monk opposite was the embodiment of justice, but he was actually a heinous robber.
If you are not mentally strong enough, you may actually be defeated at this time.
It is a pity that Fang Lang is a person who has not only received historical education in modern society. He is also a soldier of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force who was bullied by the Japanese in Brazil.
Soldiers who are used to life and death will not have any sympathy for these vested interest groups in Japan's war of aggression against China.
These people here actually committed no less crimes than the soldiers on the battlefield.
First of all, the so-called nobles hiding here are the driving forces behind launching this war. They are also the vested interests that can seize the fruits of victory from behind without risking their lives in the war.
And these monks are the main culprits in sending some Japanese young people to the battlefield with just one or two blessings and a single amulet.
Compared with what the Japanese did in his hometown, Fang Lang felt that he was simply a gentleman.
Now that he has the opportunity to avenge the people in his hometown, he will never show mercy, let alone choose to forgive the deceased on his own initiative.
Fang Lang believes in blood for blood and tooth for tooth.
Some time ago, Fang Lang had been hiding behind to encourage the soldiers of the expeditionary force, so there was no need to be too restrained.
However, as time went by, Fang Lang knew that everyone would soon be recalled to Brazil.
The political storm in Brazil will soon break out, and Fang Lang himself hopes to return to Brazil to stabilize the situation and protect his family.
Therefore, he must seize the time and complete all the things he wants to accomplish in Japan.
Fang Lang glanced at the old monk who seemed to be emitting divine light, smiled and said:
"Since Mr. Host chooses to remain silent, let's kill them all and let's go find them ourselves!"
After saying that, they were about to turn around and leave. When the soldiers heard Fang Lang's words, they immediately pulled the bolt of their guns and prepared to shoot.
The translator beside him shivered with fright, knelt on the ground and kowtowed:
"Mr. Colonel, please give me a chance. I will be able to convince them."
Fang Lang looked at the translator with a deep look. What do you mean? He wants to be a hero!
However, Fang Lang didn't mind accommodating him. After all, he had promised to help him practice Happy Zen. For such considerate service, Fang Lang had to give him a small favor.
Looking at the translator kneeling on the ground, Fang Lang said coldly:
"You have a minute."
After speaking, he walked out of the room without looking back, and said to the platoon leader of the expeditionary force who was guarding the Japanese:
"In one minute, if no one is willing to come out and lead the way, kill them all."
The platoon leader said without hesitation:
"Yes, sir!"
In fact, sometimes, Fang Lang feels that Brazilian soldiers are quite useful.
Maybe it's because most of the soldiers are uneducated. And Brazil has a short history, jumping directly from a colonial society close to a slave society to a capitalist society.
Most of the people at the bottom still have some residual feudal ideas, so the obedience of the soldiers at the grassroots level is very good, and the soldiers execute the orders given without compromise.
Therefore, it is actually very easy for warlords to form in Brazil in this era, and what Fang Lang is doing now is basically equivalent to being a small warlord.
Fang Lang walked out of the house and glanced at the dark night sky, already thinking about his next move.
Since the management staff of the Alliance General Assembly will arrive tomorrow, if I continue to stay in Osaka, I will have to be a police occupation force. This job is not interesting.
The right way is to seize the time and jump out.
Fang Lang had just started to think about it when the translator came out with the abbot who was looking ashen.
Looking at the Japanese translator who ran over and nodded and bowed to him, Fang Lang gave him a smiley expression, which scared the Japanese translator to death.
He quickly said:
"Mr. Colonel, the presiding abbot has realized his mistake and has obtained the consent of several social sages. Now he will take you to the treasure room of Tennoji Temple."
When Fang Lang heard this, he thought, what kind of social sage is there? It seems that the treasure room now contains not only the treasures of Tennoji Temple! Maybe the treasures from Baihe Art Museum are here now!
"Oh? From what you're saying, there are other people's collections in this treasure room!"
What else could Fang Lang be dissatisfied with when he was given the opportunity to cook everything in one go? As he spoke, he waved his hands, indicating that the two of them would lead the way.
The presiding abbot was crying the whole time and didn't say a word. He didn't know whether it was because he was afraid that he would be killed if he said the wrong thing, or because he didn't want to have any communication with Fang Lang.
The Japanese translator on the way also explained that the current Tennoji treasure room does contain many noble family collections. This is also their risk-averse behavior.
Unexpectedly, it helped Fang Lang and gave him the opportunity to eat it all in one go.
Soon, several people followed the abbot through several Buddhist halls and came to a five-story tower. Fang Lang knew that this was the fifth-story tower of Tianwang Temple's famous attraction, but he never expected that the treasure room of Tianwang Temple would be in such a conspicuous location.
As the abbot opened the door on the first floor and pushed the door open, he saw a circular architrave rack with various antique cultural relics neatly arranged in categories.
Even behind the book shelf, Fang Lang could see unopened wooden boxes with some family crests painted on them.
It is obviously a family collection of various nobles. What else is there to say?
Fang Lang didn't even bother to look, and directly ordered Qi Qingshan behind him to pack the packing boxes.
The soldiers of the expeditionary force had obviously already gained experience, and they began to pack all the items in an orderly manner.
Although the presiding abbot had already expected it. However, when it really came to this moment, looking at the actions of these soldiers, they slumped to the ground, their eyes turning gray.
Fang Lang didn't care, patted Qi Qingshan on the shoulder, pointed upstairs, and motioned for him to go up and have a look too.
He translated to the Japanese:
"I heard that there is an ancient Chinese Bingzi Jiaolin sword here. I asked him to take me to see it."
The translator hurriedly jabbered at the abbot.
After hearing what the Japanese translator said, the presiding abbot stood up from the ground and spat at the Japanese translator with an angry face.
Fang Lang didn't bother to look at him twice, but carefully looked at the collection on the first floor, and from time to time told the soldiers to handle it with care.
Finally, the Japanese translator finished communicating with the presiding abbot, and came over and said softly to Fang Lang:
"Mr. Colonel, the abbot said that there is no Bingzi Suolin sword here, only Prince Shotoku's sword."
"Haha... Since our abbot is so stubborn, let him go! What I want is something, not winning or losing. Because we have already won, right?"
After hearing what the Japanese translated, Fang Lang thought it was really ridiculous. Something from China had been worn by your bullshit prince, so he directly denied its history.
After hearing Fang Lang's words, the Japanese translator immediately had a flattering smile on his face and echoed:
"Yes, Mr. Colonel, the Allies have won. This damn old monk really doesn't appreciate praise. Please don't argue with him."
Fang Lang found this Japanese translation more and more interesting.
No matter how you look at it, it seems like you are bearing the humiliation and bearing a heavy burden. I wonder if I will try my best to take advantage of it while I’m on the sidelines!
He nodded with different expressions and motioned for the Japanese interpreter to lead the way.
Several people went up to the top floor of the fifth-floor building under the leadership of the abbot. Just as the abbot was about to take out the knife, he was stopped by Qi Qingshan who followed.
Qi Qingshan stepped forward and glared at the abbot in charge, pushed the old man away, took down a knife box with his own hands, and handed it to Fang Lang.
Fang Lang was not polite and reached out to open the knife box. He saw a handleless straight knife lying quietly on the silk lining of the knife box. Fang Lang couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the luster of the knife.
This is obviously the style of a fixed sword from the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It is completely different from the Japanese samurai sword with a slightly upward curved blade. I don’t know how these Japanese people have the nerve to say that this is Japan’s national treasure.
Putting on his gloves, Fang Lang gently touched the words "Bingzi Pepper Forest" on the blade, feeling filled with emotion. This was a national treasure back in the hands of the Chinese themselves.
Gently closing the knife box and signaling Qi Qingshan to keep it safe, Fang Lang looked at the abbot and said:
"I heard that Tennoji Temple in Tokyo also has many treasure rooms?"
The Japanese translator quickly translated Fang Lang's words to the presiding abbot.
As a result, after the abbot heard this, his face changed drastically, his eyes were horrified, as if he had seen a devil, and he jumped from the fifth floor of the five-story building without hesitation.
Fang Lang never expected that the abbot would have such a violent reaction. Originally, he just wanted to blow up the abbot.
I didn't expect that the abbot would be so tough. He didn't give Fang Lang any chance and chose to kill himself.
Doesn't he understand that his reaction is equivalent to telling Fang Lang directly, are you right?
Should I say that you have a brain or that you have no brain?
