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Chapter 438

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    As soon as the door of this wing room was opened, a gust of cloudy air rushed in. It was a hot day in Thailand, and this small cloudy wind immediately made Xiang Que's wet crotch dry.

    The monks at the back only regarded Xiang Que as a tourist who came to seek Gumantong, and they didn't think it was strange at all, they ignored him at all, pointed him to a place, and left.

    Xiang Que dodged into the wing room and closed the door behind him.

    The "Boom" ceramic jar was placed on the table, and the kid inside couldn't wait to jump out after opening the lid. The breath here made him very close and comfortable.

    "Go and find out which one is your body. After we find it, we will leave this place immediately and it is not appropriate to stay for a long time"

    The little ghost floated to the wooden shelf on the wall and checked the jars one by one.

    Xiang Que took a rough look and found that there were dozens of ceramic jars on the shelf, and there were more transparent glass bottles, nearly twice as many.  Gumantong that has not yet formed is a semi-finished product.

    "The monks in Thailand are a bit unusual. Where can I find so many Gumantongs and so many stillborn babies?"

    What is the difference between Chinese monks and Thai monks? The biggest difference is that the former practice Mahayana Buddhism and the latter practice Theravada Buddhism.  Save others.

    Take the matter of raising Gumantong, the domestic monks will definitely not do it, they will choose the dead souls of the dead instead of injecting the dead souls into the Gumantong for town houses and blessings.  , it is disrespectful to the dead to do so.

    Thai monks don't pay attention to this. They never think that the deceased is the greatest, but they are the greatest.

    In particular, Buddhism is a quiet place, with peace and tranquility as its main focus, but this wing room is full of gloom, whether it is a finished Gumantong or a semi-finished product, there are ghosts in it. If it is in China, it must have been  He was rescued by the monk.

    After a while, the kid suddenly became cheerful, jumping happily on a ceramic jar, turned his head to see Xiang Que, walked over and lifted the lid.

    "Whoosh" the kid went straight into the jar and entered his own body.

    "You're done, let's go" Xiang Que put the jar directly into his bag, turned around and opened the door of the wing room.

    At the same time, in the main hall of the Chedi Luang Temple, four elderly monks were sitting cross-legged on futons to enlighten the believers.

    Suddenly, one of the monks raised his eyebrows suddenly, and looked back in the direction of the wing in the backyard with a look of astonishment.

    "Master Chalun, what's the matter?" A monk next to him asked when he saw his expression changed.

    "It's okay, the Gumantong in my wing was moved a bit, I'll go over and have a look." Master Charun got up quickly, and hurried away from the front yard to the back yard.

    Shen Jianwei waited anxiously for a long time outside, with his heart in his throat, the temples and palaces in Thailand are the most inviolable places, and you are more guilty of stealing things here than going to the Thai police station.

    If you steal something in the police station, you are breaking the law at most, but if you steal something in a temple in Thailand, if the circumstances are serious, you may be executed.

    "Tap, tap, tap, tap"

    Xiang Que hurriedly walked out from the courtyard of the wing room. Shen Jianwei, who was waiting in fear, was relieved when he saw this. It was good to come out. The two of them got in the car outside and went to the airport, and boarded the plane to fly directly to the country.  When the monks in Thailand found out, they could still go to the country to arrest people.

    "Mr. Xiang, are you done?"

    "Well, let's go." Xiang Que squinted at Shen Jianwei, frowned and said, "Relax, don't walk with your thighs between your legs, as long as your steps are fine, people can tell that something is going on. You are the one who is guilty of guilt."  In this way, giving me a big stride is like walking in my own home.¡±

    "I, am I nervous?" Shen Jianwei said tremblingly.

    "I'm afraid, you are at most an accomplice, and the mastermind is here." Xiang Que just joked with a smile, and stopped suddenly.

    In front of the two of them, an old monk with hunched shoulders stared at the bag Xiang Que was carrying with gloomy eyes, raised a finger and said something.

    "Shua" Shen Jianwei's face turned pale immediately, "Gudu" swallowed: "It's over"

    Xiang Que asked, "What's going on?"

    "Hehe said that you took his things." Shen Jianwei turned his head and said with weak legs: "What are you talking about, you were arrested."

    "Then don't be nervous, maybe this is still a deal," Xiang Que said calmly.

    "Chinese?" Charon looked at him.??After a few glances, they recognized that the two did not look like Thais, and asked directly in blunt Chinese.

    Nodded to the shortcoming, he actually said to Shen Jianwei next to him: "Your translation is really useless. You don't have a chance to speak at all. Look at them, they can even understand Chinese."

    "Thailand is almost occupied by China. Look at the big cities like Bangkok, Pattaya, and Chiang Mai. They are all Chinese. Chinese is almost becoming the lingua franca of Thailand, and there are many people who can speak it." Shen Jianwei said in a broken voice:  "Mr. Xiang, why are you still in the mood to joke with me at this time, we were arrested? Do you understand, we were caught by thieves while taking things from other people's temples?"

    "Don't get excited, calm down." Xiang Que patted him on the shoulder, walked up to the monk, clasped his hands together and bowed his head, saying, "Master, hello."

    "You took my Gumantong" Charon asked, frowning.

    "This?" Xiang Que patted the bag on the back, and said with a smile, "Don't talk about taking it, can you buy it? If you make an offer, I'll pay for it. Isn't this just taking it?"

    "This one isn't for sale, you want to change it, that's fine," Charon blocked him directly and bluntly.

    "I didn't even bid, so why did you say not to sell it? Master, I will find another place in Thailand to build a temple for you, just to exchange for this Gumanthong, okay?" Xiang Que said with a smile.

    Zha Lun was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect Xiang Que to offer such a price.

    But just for a moment, Charun still chose to shake his head: "No, this Gumantong can't be sold."

    Xiang Que's face immediately sank. There must be something wrong with this monk. Is the price I just offered a lie to him? Really not. If Zhalun agrees, Xiang Que can directly ask Situ Shengyun to donate money to build a temple in Thailand  , even bigger than Chedi Luang Temple.

    If Situ Ziqing's safety is exchanged for a temple, can he not do it?

    Situ Shengyun did it, but this monk quit, unless he lost his mind, he would quit.

    Xiang Que reckoned that someone had made a deal with the other party, that is, no matter what, he couldn't hand over the little devil who had entangled Situ Ziqing. The weight of this deal was even more valuable than a temple.

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