C15 Plan decoction

Zhang Luo had been standing beside the Village Head the whole time, fanning the flames and saying that he had really offended the heavens this time. The rain continued for two days without stopping, and it felt like it was getting bigger and bigger.

The old Village Chief kept muttering something, but Zhang Luo didn't say anything. In fact, what he was most worried about was his own pond.

The last time, half of the fish had died. In the past two days, it had rained so heavily that the river had almost overflowed.

I was a little confused about who got those handprints, so I looked at Pepsi. He said there was no news, so I didn't know who did it.

Could it be that they were hunting monsters again? The temple is a sacred place, do you dare to meddle in this place.

It was unknown whether it was a ghost or a human, but this made things even more difficult. If the rain continued, it would not only destroy the crops, but also cause the river to flow into the village. It was difficult to imagine.

I thought about how difficult this matter was and decided not to interfere in this matter. At some point in time, Pepsi had already walked up to the Old Village Head's side.

He stood on his knees, kowtowing to the Buddha statue.

He acted like he didn't care if he stood there and spoke, so he pulled the village chief and said he would definitely find the prisoner.

The most important thing was that he was going to investigate it himself, but the two of us would definitely find out …

Who was with them?

However, he made a guarantee in front of the village chief. The old village chief looked at me as if he saw hope, so I had no choice but to nod my head.

The old elder's face immediately broke out into a smile as he affectionately called Xiao Chen and Xiao Liu the PepsiCo.

"Little Chen, Little Liu, I'll leave this matter to you. If you find out what happened, I'll reward you handsomely!" The old chief patted us on the shoulder.

I helplessly pulled out a wry smile. If this matter was simple, then everything else was fine after that. But no matter how I looked at it, it was a strenuous task. I really didn't understand what this usually clever person was thinking.

After sending off the old village chief, there was a temple surrounded by rain, a headless Buddha statue and two living people.

I grabbed Pepsi and asked him if it had rained in the past two days, if his brain was flooded with water, how he had managed to pull this sort of thing over, and more importantly, if he had brought me along.

He threw my hand away and said, "Why is it so hard? It's just someone playing tricks on us. If there's nothing better, why do you think someone broke a Buddha statue?"

I also made a guess, because the time of the Buddha head's destruction was too strange. The night before yesterday was only half of July, and everyone believed that the gates of hell would open that night, and many ghosts would come to roam the world. The next day, the Buddha statue would be damaged, and the position of the Buddha head was slightly difficult for humans, unless many people committed crimes.

Pepsi shrugged, "It doesn't matter if he's a human or a ghost, we just need to find him. When the time comes, his name will become well-known in the village."

I didn't want to get involved in this mess. I knew what the old chief meant. If the prisoners caught us, we would definitely be praised, but if we didn't, then we would definitely be blamed.

I waved my hands. It was already late at night and I didn't want to stay any longer, so I prepared to use the excuse of being sleepy as an excuse.

In the end, he refused to let me go no matter what: [I beg you, Elder Brother Liu. Say it, I already boasted about it in front of the village chief.

I clenched my fists and really wanted to punch this guy in the face. How unlucky I was to have made such a friend.

After Pepsi told me about the plans for the night, I had a plan. I immediately went back home to have a look at Uncle Li. I'm not going to rest tonight. He should be staying in the temple.

He asked me what had happened, and I told him everything.

However, as a five-year-old child, he always felt that he would give me some trouble. Fortunately, he was left with a nightly pig's ear soup given by Sister Li.

When I returned to the temple, PepsiCo was in the middle of negotiating something with seven or eight kids. After giving each of them a bit of money, the kids immediately left.

"Why did you find so many children?" I took a handful of his melon seeds and stuffed them into my pocket.

He was still acting mysterious to me, saying that I didn't understand, that I just had to wait for him at night.

I learned later that the children were what he called important "spiderwebs," and that as long as they knew anything, he would get the news right away.

And this time, he didn't ask those children to find out about it, but rather, asked them to do so in reverse.

He wanted every one of these children to go home and spread the fake news about the Buddhist temple to their parents. As long as it was passed on to their parents, and then spread among their parents' circle, there would always be people who started to panic.

PepsiCo was pleased with his plan and kept praising himself as a genius.

I have to admit, in this little way, that he is very gifted.

I asked him what he was going to do now other than get bitten on the hook that he was waiting to throw down. He rummaged around, found a place to hide, and hid.

I stood where I was, and the more I looked at the Buddha statues around me, the more curious I felt. I didn't know why I felt this way myself.

Looking at the four unmoving eyes, he felt as if his soul had already flown out.

PepsiCo called out to me. Why are you standing there? Hurry up and hide, pass on your love to Buddha!

I immediately found a place to hide.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the melon seeds in his hand had already been consumed. He truly regretted not bringing more with him.

Actually, the thing that I regret the most is that I actually believed the bullsh * t of the hundred things that was spread everywhere to force out the criminals. This seems to be a little too simple.

I was dozing against the wall, my eyes heavier than the Buddha's, my upper and lower lids fighting.

I turned a blind eye and saw that Pepsi was gesturing at me, and I wouldn't have been able to understand him if he hadn't told me in advance what he meant by that gesture.

Someone was coming, and it was pouring heavily outside, but he heard someone coming, and the footsteps were very light.

I tried to stay awake. I couldn't see the man clearly in the dark, but I was sure he was wearing a hat.

When I came in, I did not dare to breathe for fear of alerting the man.

After the figure entered, it kowtowed to every Buddha statue, as if it was admitting its wrongs.

At such a late hour, other than me and Pepsi who were already full and waiting for us, who else would come to the temple at this time of night?

I gestured, but the Pepsi guy didn't look my way.

When he rushed after me, I immediately followed him. The man heard the noise and scrambled up from the ground to run. I stood behind him, blocking his path.

There was no escape.

Pepsi immediately put on a proud look and said, "Brother Chen, let me tell you, my idea is good. See, I caught you in the act."

I clapped my hands in celebration, but later on, I felt that something was amiss. I hadn't confirmed the other party's identity yet, so I didn't want to jump to a conclusion.

The man immediately fell to his knees, and as I went forward it became more and more apparent to me that something was wrong.

After taking off his hat and confirming that he had captured the wrong person, his plan failed.

I was familiar with that face. It was Zhang Luo, who had been begging behind the village chief every day.

When Pepsi saw him, his smug face instantly darkened.

"Uncle Zhang, we are capturing a criminal. What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Please find a savior to send Guan Yin on her way." The prisoner must have been on his guard already, not mentioning the fact that his plan had failed.

After he saw us clearly, he wasn't as terrified as before: who did I think it was, it was the two of you who scared people like they were robbing people.

We asked him what he was doing here so late, and he said he had heard the news that the prisoner would be caught at night, so he came to see what kind of wicked good it was.

After all, we came to the temple, so we planned to pay our respects to every Buddha. Who knew that we would rush out from the temple.

Instead of catching the fish, he dragged the person and the fishing rod into the river.

It was impossible to catch any more prisoners tonight. They had already alerted them, so the three of them decided to return home.

"Who is it!"

As soon as I stepped out of the door, I saw a dark figure deliberately avoiding us, hiding behind another wall.