The fight in the house ended quickly, and the whole process only lasted about two or three minutes.
In fact, it couldn't be said to be a battle. There were no martial arts masters in the room, just a few ordinary men, and even a few teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old.
When An Fengjun's men kicked the door and rushed in, these people were sitting around a large table with roast chicken, roast chicken, and beef in sauce. They were eating large pieces of meat and drinking heavily. They had no idea what was happening. What.
An Fengjun's men quickly subdued the seven or eight men. Of course, the process of subduing them was a bit rough, and each of those men was beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.
It's really hard to imagine how a few ordinary men could steal money from An Fengjun's capable escort team three times in a row.
Let's put it this way, if An Fengjun only brings two or three people from his escort team here today, he can easily defeat these guys.
In this house, the silver coins that An Fengjun had been robbed were also found, but after counting, they found that they were only about one-third of the amount that was robbed.
Of course, these guys were quickly recruited.
Except for a very small part of the money they received from An Fengjun, which was basically used to buy wine and meat, the rest was taken away by their boss.
As for when An Fengjun gritted his teeth and asked who their boss was, these men said that they didn't know either.
Because these people were originally just refugees and homeless people who had just arrived in Shanghai, and then they were found by their boss more than a month ago and took them to rob An Fengjun of his money.
What they had to do was actually very simple, that is, rush out in the heavy fog, knock out An Fengjun's men, and then move the money box back here.
As for the location of each ambush, they always choose it. Why is there always a heavy fog that makes them unable to see their fingers in the place where they always choose it? They don't know, and every time they rob, the other party's People seemed to be a little confused, and they didn't react until they rushed in front of them and raised their sticks.
And their boss also specifically confessed that every time he robbed people for money, it was enough to knock them unconscious. There was no need to hurt people's lives. After robbing the money, he would lead them back here and not let them leave. Every day was a good thing. Wine and meat are provided.
Of course, for these homeless people who were just hungry a month ago, they are now living in paradise.
As for their boss, he does not live here, and they have never seen his true appearance. Every time the boss comes, he wears a hood on his head, only revealing a pair of eyes.
But the voice that I heard said sounded like he was young.
Shu Guan had been standing on the side, listening to An Fengjun's cross-examination of the men.
And those men have always been very cooperative. To be honest, a group of money thieves were approached by the owner, and they were all fierce and muscular men who were much stronger than them. After being surrounded, they couldn't help but not cooperate. They almost answered whatever An Fengjun asked.
After asking, An Fengjun came to Shu Guan, looked at Shu Guan with respect and said:
"Mr. Shu, you are such a living god! My brothers have been looking for the person they couldn't find for almost a month. You just calculated it and found it. No wonder even Mr. Du respects you so much!"
Shu Guan smiled slightly. He had slowly begun to establish an enigmatic image in front of people like Du Wenqiang and An Fengjun.
This image will make these people more and more dependent on themselves in the future, and they will believe in their own words and obey them.
Of course, there is still a long way to go before he can achieve his goal of controlling the entire city of Shanghai.
Moreover, in order to control Shencheng, what we really need to control is the city’s practice world, the practitioners in the practice world!
"By the way, Mr. Shu, you should have heard the confessions made by those people just now. I wonder if Mr. Shu can find any way to find their boss."
An Fengjun continued to rub his hands and said with a smile.
"Master An, I have already said that as long as you give me a person's name, birthday, or his belongings, I can help you find that person."
Shu Guan still smiled and said.
"I'm going to ask those little red guys now."
An Fengjun said quickly.
But soon he came back with a disappointed look on his face.
"Their boss didn't leave anything here."
"Master An, after what happened today, the messenger will not dare to have any ideas for you, Master An."
Shu Guan comforted him like this.
"According to what those little red guys told me, their boss comes here every three or four days. How about I arrange a few people to ambush here and wait for that person to come before taking him down."
An Fengjun thought for a while and said.
"Master An, you can give it a try."
Shu Guan nodded noncommittally, but secretly smiled in his heart.
...If you can catch that person, you will be really evil...
In fact, Shu Guan himself had not made such a plan just now, but the covering circle had been destroyed by himself. I am afraid that the man would have turned around and left after he arrived.
"Master An, what are you going to do with these people?"
Then Shuguan Zhile pointed at the trembling men squatting on the ground and asked.
"I'm so evil. I want to throw all these guys into the river to feed the bastards. If you dare to steal my money, if you don't kill these little red guys, how can I hold my head up in front of my brothers in the gang?"
An Fengjun said with a fierce look.
Shu Guan looked at him and asked sincerely:
"Master An, do you think my prediction is accurate?"
An Fengjun was slightly startled and said:
"Mr. Shu's hexagrams are naturally extremely accurate."
"Actually, I'm a pretty good fortune teller. Based on how I see Mr. An's face and complexion, it's best not to kill any living beings these days, otherwise there will be disaster."
Shu Guan said this.
He is really not being alarmist. Ninety-nine percent of the time these men talk about the boss, he is a practitioner. If An Fengjun really throws these people into the river, maybe that practitioner will come to An Fengjun's house. .
After An Fengjun heard this, he suddenly showed a horrified expression, and then nodded gratefully:
"Thank you, Mr. Shu, for reminding me. Then I will spare the lives of these little red guys."
Now An Fengjun believes everything Shu Guan says.
Then An Fengjun really left a few men here. It seemed that he was still determined to catch the boss behind these robbers, and then said that he would send Shu Guan back first.
Shu Guan refused, saying that he had something to do and would not return to Duolun Lane for the time being.
Not long after, Shu Guan appeared in this room again.
Of course, because An Fengjun left several people here, Shu Guan came in with an invisibility charm.
He ignored those An Fengjun's men who complained about being assigned such a hard job, and jumped directly onto the rafters.
The roof beam was quite clean, with a black bead the size of a pigeon egg placed on it, exuding a faint aura.
Shu Guan sensed this thing as soon as he walked into the room, but it was just not convenient to come up and check it out at that time.
Before entering this room, Shu Guan once destroyed a magic circle.
And any magic circle, even the most superficial and low-level magic circle, cannot be set up out of thin air. There must be a magic weapon as the anchor.
The bead placed on the roof beam at this time is the magic weapon holding the formation.
And just now he told An Fengjun that as long as he had the belongings of the boss behind the scenes, he could find that person. In fact, there was such a thing in this room.
Shu Guan reached out and picked up the wooden bead and looked at it carefully.
...This seems to be a rosary commonly used by Buddhist disciples?
After seeing the appearance of the beads in his hand, Shu Guan felt such strange emotions in his heart.
…
In an alley near the river in the south of Shencheng City, at the end of the alley, there is a small temple called Xinxiang Temple.
This is really a very small temple, so naturally it cannot be said to have the layout of a main hall or a side hall of the Dharma hall.
It has only one hall, and in the hall is a two-meter-tall Buddha statue. After placing this statue, five or six people standing inside felt crowded.
At the back of the temple is a small courtyard with several small tile-roofed houses, where the incense monks in this temple live. They are nothing more than kitchens, bedrooms, utility rooms and the like.
There used to be two incense monks in Xinxiang Temple, one was very old and the other was very young.
A few months ago, the older one died, so now only the young monk is left in the Xinxiang Temple.
Although this Xinxiang Temple is small, the incense is not deserted. The poor citizens living nearby cannot afford to go to those big temples, so they can only come to Xinxiang Temple so that they will not argue with you about the money for incense. I worshiped Buddha and prayed for blessings in the small temple.
Although they live at the bottom of the city, they also hope to get rid of this poor life one day, so there are really many people around who come to Xinxiang Temple to pray for blessings.
Although a stick of incense costs a few cents, although it is still an expense that needs to be considered for people living around, most people are still willing to pay if it can bring some expectations for their future life.
Especially in the past month, the popularity of Xinxiang Temple has become stronger than before.
Because the young monk at Xinxiang Temple announced a month ago that every morning and evening, homeless people nearby, refugees who have fled here, and even citizens who really can’t afford to leave the family can come to Xinxiang Temple to worship Buddha. , you can have a free meal of porridge.
It is said to be porridge, but in fact the porridge is almost as thick as rice, and each person can receive a large coarse-grain steamed bun per meal, so there is absolutely no problem if they are full.
Such a good thing is that now there is a long queue at the entrance of Xinxiang Temple every day. First, they kowtow respectfully to the Buddha in the temple, and then they can go to receive a bowl of thick white porridge and a large coarse-grain steamed bun. Even for children, there is a separate portion, and sometimes there are some pickled side dishes.
Of course, those who come here to receive this good porridge are basically refugees and homeless people nearby. As for the citizens who have their own homes, as long as they can survive, they will not come to eat this good porridge for free.
People who live here are poor, but few are so poor that they forget their backbone.
Moreover, everyone knows that Monk Duzhu of Xinxiang Temple is doing good deeds, so no one will cause trouble.
It's just that there are some doubts in my mind. Although the incense outside Xinxiang Temple is good, the money for the incense received is very little. Where does Monk Duzhu get the money to support him in giving out charity porridge every day?
Of course, doubts are doubts, but no one will really delve into this matter.
In the evening of that day, Shu Guan came to the alley where Xinxiang Temple was located, and what he saw was a scene like the one outside a popular newly opened milk tea shop in his previous life.
The long queue of people stretched from the deep alleyway to the street outside.
Of course, many of the long queues outside the stores in previous lives were just people invited by the store owners.
But in the long queue outside Xinxiang Temple, the refugees with their old and young, their families and their families all had a kind of incomparable piety and gratitude on their faces.
Watching this scene, Shu Guan walked over leisurely with his hands behind his back and joined the queue waiting to receive his dinner.
In his hands behind his back, he held a wooden bead.
It was through this wooden bead that Shu Guan divined the owner of this bead, who is now here.
The process of divination is also very easy, and the secret is very clear. There is no secret on this bead.
Hui Xu is the owner of the beads, so he won't cover up Tianji's magic.
And now, he was more and more sure that the bead in his hand was a rosary.
There were refugees, homeless people, and beggars in ragged clothes in front and behind. Standing among them was Shu Guan, who was wearing a clean gown. It was inevitable that he would attract some strange and contemptuous looks.
So Shu Guan had no choice but to lower his head and look at his toes. When the front feet moved forward, he also walked forward slowly.
And listening to the conversations of people around him, Shu Guan also understood why there were so many refugees in this area.
These refugees are the product of the battle between the Kingdom of the Rising Sun and Dahua more than two months ago, or in other words, the sequelae of that battle left to Shencheng.
In that battle, although the Rising Sun Army did not actually invade Shencheng City, the suburbs of Shencheng and the surrounding towns and villages were basically affected by the war. Many people's homes were destroyed by the war and they became homeless. of refugees.
The city government of Shencheng has not yet introduced a policy to properly resettle these refugees, but it has allowed these refugees to enter the bustling urban area of Shencheng, so these refugees can only stay in the south of the city.
After two months of waiting, it has become increasingly difficult for these refugees, who live on the streets without enough clothes and food to eat, to survive as the autumn weather grows stronger. Fortunately, starting last month, people with the intention to The eminent monk from the Xiang Temple showed his kindness by donating porridge, so that the refugees nearby could at least have two full meals and could barely survive. But they didn't know how they would survive when the cold winter came.
Listening to these discussions, Shu Guan slowly walked forward with the flow of people. The original faint smile on his face slowly disappeared and became silent.
Twenty minutes later, Shu Guan finally followed the flow of people and walked into the alley.
Then he looked up and finally saw the small temple, which might be the only warm place for these refugees on this chilly autumn evening.
And the young monk standing in front of the temple.
It was a young monk who looked to be in his mid-twenties, with a thin build, ordinary appearance, and a dull expression. He was wearing a gray monk's robe and standing at the gate of the temple with his hands clasped together.
In the temple behind him is the statue of Buddha.
The dusk sunlight shines in from outside the door, dragging the shadow of the young monk into the main hall, and overlaps with the statue of Buddha, giving the statue a darker meaning.
Before each refugee came to the small temple, he first knelt down and kowtowed to the Buddha statue, then stood up and bowed gratefully to the young monk, and then went to the porridge shed next to him to receive some good porridge.
The young monk would also return the favor to everyone and recite the previous verse softly.
Shu Guan slowly followed the flow of people towards the temple.
This alley is very long, and everyone has to kneel down and kowtow to the Buddha statue in the temple before they can receive the porridge, so the team moves forward very slowly.
After half an hour, when the last ray of sunlight shining into the alley disappeared, Shu Guan finally walked to the small temple.
He looked up at the plaque above the door of the small temple. On the plaque were written the three characters "Xinxiang Temple", but the handwriting could not be said to have any rules. It was simple and ordinary, which was better than Shuguan's writing. The writing is a little neat.
Seeing that the visitor had not kowtowed for a long time, the young monk standing in front of the door couldn't help but look up. After seeing the way Shu Guan was dressed, the young monk couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"Master, if I don't want to kneel down and kowtow to the Buddha, I wonder if I can receive a portion of the porridge."
Shu Guan asked the young monk.
"Kowtowing to the Buddha is a voluntary matter for everyone. The young monk has never asked for this, so he stands here and returns the bow to everyone."
"Because the porridge at Xinxiang Temple has nothing to do with respecting the Buddha or not."
"If this donor is in need, he can go and get a piece of rice porridge."
The young monk had a calm and serious expression on his dull face as he said this to Shu Guan.
Shu Guan felt that the young monk's words were of a very high standard, at least much better than the young monk Nagarjuna who only knew how to fight in Guiyuan Temple in Jingcheng, and even contained some real Buddhist meaning.
So there was a smile on Shu Guan's face.
He glanced at the young monk's chest. There was a string of Buddhist beads hanging on the young monk's chest.
Then Shuguan smiled at the young monk and said:
"In this case, I won't kneel down, but I can give you a small gift, which can be used as incense money for this good porridge."
"The young monk gives porridge without asking for anything in return. He also wants to thank the benefactor for his kindness."
The young monk was very polite to Shu Guanhe.
"Master, take a look first and then talk."
While Shu Guan was speaking, he slowly extended his palm toward the young monk, then spread it out, revealing the wooden bead in his palm.
The wooden beads are exactly the same as the prayer beads on the young monk's chest.
(End of chapter)
