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Chapter 322 Thank You

With his keen intuition, Yang Mohan drew his gun and pointed it at Shi Ling opposite him, "Raise your hand! Don't move!"

Shi Ling was not afraid of Yang Mohan, and said lightly to Wang Lang, "See you on the full moon night."

Bang!

Yang Mohan raised his hand and shot him, but Shi Lingdong didn't move. The bullet bounced off nearly thirty centimeters to the right of Shi Ling's feet.

Shi Ling carried three big boxes, turned around and jumped off the mountain.

Everyone who came up was confused. The old man in his sixties and seventies, carrying the box that was sunken as he looked, jumped down from such a steep mountain.

"Stop!" Yang Mohan roared and was about to climb over the chain.

The position here is quite high. Yang Mohan didn't climb a few times, and a strong wind swayed violently from left to right.

"Team leader!" someone shouted.

Originally, the iron chain bridge was high, and the iron chain was just a bowl-sized one. When the wind blew, the der roared again. Yang Mohan loosened his hand and hung it on the iron chain.

The situation was instantly critical.

A little policeman immediately went to find a rope and asked someone to pull it. He tied himself at one end to save Yang Mohan. Another gust of wind came. Yang Mohan suddenly let go without grasping one hand, leaving only one hand holding the iron chain.

The crowd exclaimed.

If this continues, it will be a miracle that can survive.

Wang Lang took out his ears and walked towards the iron chain.

Yang Mohan climbed up, Wang Lang walked up, and the wind was still blowing, but Wang Lang's feet seemed to grow on iron chains. People swayed with the iron chains but they didn't fall down.

When he arrived next to Yang Mohan, Wang Lang reached out and picked up Yang Mohan and returned the same way.

The scene was quiet, everyone was breathing, watching Wang Lang's every move quietly.

Yang Mohan was still in shock and let out a long sigh, "Thank you."

"Have you believed it?" Wang Lang said.

Yang Mohan refused to reply and turned his head to look at a policeman next to him, "Take people down to close the mountain and intercept the monk just now."

"You can still catch up when you drive and chase after, just stop it." Wang Lang added next to him.

Yang Mohan paused, "Listen to him."

The police immediately spread the news to the people below, and Yang Mohan raised his hand, "Can you help me up?"

Wang Lang reached out and lifted Yang Mohan.

"You really didn't kill people?" Yang Mohan asked.

Wang Lang shrugged, "Believe it or not."

"I believe in you this time." Yang Mohan said.

Wang Lang lit a cigarette and looked at the mountain opposite. He had already seen Shi Ling go down the mountain and stopped a car on the road. As soon as Shi Ling left, the police arrived. It was impossible to say that the police were slow, but only that Shi Ling was fast. The old bald donkey must have thought that Wang Lang would ask the police to arrest him, so he accelerated the speed to go down the mountain.

"Do you know the monk just now?" Yang Mohan asked.

Wang Lang opened his mouth, and smoke curled up in his mouth, "I know."

"Who is he?" Yang Mohan recovered a little bit of strength.

Wang Lang hesitated for a moment, "You don't know if you say it, so it's better not to say it."

"How can you know if you don't say it, I don't know." Yang Mohan frowned.

"Don't argue with me, Officer Yang." Wang Lang smiled.

Yang Mohan said righteously, "I didn't argue with you."

Wang Lang handed the cigarette box to Lei Huaer and turned to walk down the mountain, "The sun cannot shine at three o'clock in the morning."

"Moon can." Yang Mohan chased after him.

Wang Lang turned his head to look at Yang Mohan and joked, "Do you still want Kara transformed?"

Yang Mohan frowned, "I'm curious about what the other world you are talking about, why can't the sun shine? What about the moon? Can't the moon shine?"

Wang Lang took out his ears, "You said that in Journey to the West, what would happen if the Xiaotian Dog went to help Tang Monk and his disciples capture the adopted daughter of the King Tota?"

"What does it mean?" Yang Mohan was puzzled.

Wang Lang left without saying a word, Lei Huaer hugged Yang Mohan's shoulder, "I haven't read Journey to the West, Officer Yang, my elder brother means to take rats and meddle in other people's business."

Yang Mohan shook Lei Huaer's arm and chased after him.

Wang Lang found the abbot of Zhulin Temple, whose abbot's name was Huiyuan. When he introduced himself to Wang Lang for the first time, Wang Lang was confused and thought he was advertising for Guoli.

"Master, more than ten years ago, did a group of people come to Zhulin Temple?" Wang Lang asked.

The abbot's eyes flashed, and then he smiled slightly, "Amitabha, donor, I haven't come here more than ten years ago."

"Master, monks don't lie, why do you lie at a time? Two steps at a time? Why are you like a banke?" Wang Lang sat on a chair and drank tea.

The abbot proclaimed the Buddha's name, "I didn't understand, what does the donor mean by Banke?"

Wang Lang grinned, "Nothing, nothing."

The abbot smiled, "Donor drinks tea, drinks tea."

"Master, who pulled the grave grass on the mountain on the back mountain and the iron chain bridge?" Wang Lang asked with his ears.

The abbot shook his head and smiled, "I don't know, I don't have the ability to go from here to there, and I don't know what's there."

"How long has the master been to Zhulin Temple?" Wang Lang changed the topic.

"It's been more than seven years." Huiyuan laughed.

Wang Lang took a sip of tea, "When the master came here, have you heard of any legends here? For example, someone once had a big war here?"

The abbot himself picked up the teacup and took a sip, "I haven't heard of it."

Wang Lang was about to say something, but the abbot stood up with a smile, folded his hands together, "Young Master Lei is here."

Lei Huaer pushed her sunglasses and followed Yang Mohan.

"Master, is there any surveillance cameras in Zhulin Temple?" Yang Mohan asked.

Huiyuan shook her head, "Nothing has ever happened."

"So has any monk seen how the deceased came up today?" Yang Mohan asked again.

Huiyuan shook her head, "I don't know anything. The donor can ask them. Even if you ask, it will not hinder the donor from investigating the case. I hope the donor will arrest the murderer as soon as possible. I will take everyone in Zhulin Temple to do rituals for the child."

Yang Mohan frowned and stared at Huiyuan's eyes. Huiyuan naturally missed it.

Wang Lang glanced at Huiyuan. There must be something wrong with the monk. Yang Mohan was by the side, so Wang Lang was not convenient for him to ask, so he could only wait for Yang Mohan to leave before asking.

Yang Mohan stopped saying anything, answered the phone and went out.

Lei Huaer hugged Huiyuan's neck, "Master, will you go play mahjong later?"

Huiyuan smiled slightly, "If Mr. Lei wants to do so, I will accompany you to the end."

"Brother, let's go together." Lei Huaer smiled.

Wang Lang shook his head, "I'm going back later, your sister-in-law still needs my care."

When he was going down the mountain to drive back, Wang Lang saw two people standing not far away, one old and one young, the old one as thin as a firewood, and the young one was a woman, shaped like an iron tower.
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