Chapter 321 I ask you to answer "Is this a monk from the Iron Heart Sect?"
Haruyo squatted on the ground, poked the dwarf's face curiously, and then retracted his fingers as if he was electrocuted. He felt very strange and awkward in his heart.
The man who had previously claimed to be "Shi Ming" was now only a little higher than Haruyo's knees, with short hands and short legs. He could jump up with just enough force to make Haruyo beat the crap out of him.
"Don't worry, he is not a monster. He is a dwarf just like those monks outside."
Yin Xiu said, and stepped on Shi Ming's body again, causing the latter to scream sharply.
Without the protection of that layer of iron bumps, Shi Ming's voice was no longer dull, but instead became high-pitched and thin.
It's almost like a boy who just entered elementary school.
But in terms of body shape, he is a head shorter than a child in kindergarten. In addition, there are obvious wrinkles on his pale face, rough skin, and facial features distorted by pain...
Yin Xiu only felt that what he was stepping on was more like a monster, such as a mole spirit or a worm spirit, but he had never heard that these two things could become spirits.
He looked down at the fat body that originally belonged to "Shi Ming". Behind the partition on his back, there was a cockpit that only allowed a child to climb in. There were several joysticks and even an oxygen tank in it. Face mask.
The remaining bodies of the monks outside also have the same design, but some are larger, and some have their heads pressed against the inner wall, leaving almost no room to turn their heads.
In comparison, Shi Ming's cockpit already belongs to a very luxurious mid-level villa.
"Robot?" Haruyo asked.
"More like a Gundam."
"What is Gundam?" Haruyo cast another confused look.
"It's the kind of thing that won't die unless it comes out."
"Oh, are you saying that if this dwarf is not caught, he will always be a fool and others will think of him as an iron lump possessed by a ghost?" Haruyo didn't understand.
"Almost the same meaning."
Yin Xiu had no intention of explaining too much to Chun Dai, and he couldn't explain it clearly. More importantly, he was in a very bad mood at the moment.
Every brick and every piece of furniture in this house was carefully chosen by the tenant.
If it was money she wanted, things would work out just fine.
But the woman was not short of money, she wanted something more vague and abstract.
Yin Xiu couldn't help but feel a headache.
Thinking of this, he grabbed Shi Ming, who was unable to get up from the ground, and pressed his head to the wall that was beaten into a briquette-like shape.
"You bastard, others say they are here to kill people, but you are the only one who is here to demolish the house. Do you have any grudges against this roof and this floor? If you don't hit anyone, all the bullets will be directed at it!?"
Shi Ming yelled, his voice as sharp as a child crying, "I can compensate you!"
"Do you still want to refuse compensation!?"
Yin Xiu lifted him up again, like a doll, and brought him to Chun Dai.
"Find him some clothes? It seems immoral to wear just underwear."
Haruyo was stunned for a moment, then looked at Shi Ming again and asked, "Do you have children's clothes here?"
"I don't run a kindergarten, and I don't sell clothes. Where can I get children's clothes?"
"Then where do you want me to find one..."
Haruyo gestured with his hands in the air, "A piece of clothing that is so small?"
"Same." Yin Xiu looked around, pulled the tablecloth off the table, and tied Shi Ming up firmly in a few strokes.
Judging from his technique and strength, it doesn't look like he is dressing someone, but more like making a mummy.
After tying him up, Yin Xiu threw him on the table, then took out a black knife and put it against Shi Ming's face.
At this time, the monk, or rather the dwarf, had lost the detachment of the worldly master before, and his face was filled with fear and confusion, like a poultry waiting to die on the chopping board.
"Next, I will ask you to answer."
Yin Xiu pressed the knife lightly, and blood oozed from Shi Ming's face, and he frowned again in pain.
He didn't dare to nod or shake his head at this time, for fear of getting stabbed in the face again, so he could only blink his eyes to show that he knew.
Yin Xiu laughed softly, showing a sense of openness that did not take other people's lives seriously.
"I'm a very fair person. I ask you questions. If you can't answer some things, I don't blame you. But if you know and don't want to answer, then I will blame you."
"Ming, I understand, I, the Buddha, have always been a merciful rescuer of people. I will not cause trouble to you, the donor." Shi Ming said sharply.
"Very good, then let me start asking, how did your Tiexin Sect and the monks from Hongde Temple get together?"
"Did you kill the chief of Bodhidharma Academy of Hongde Temple, Zhuowu?"
pat!
As Yin Xiu flicked her wrist, a conspicuous red mark appeared on Shi Ming's face.
"Don't use questions to answer questions, do you understand?"
"Ming, I understand. I mean, that old bastard Zhuokong died well. Apart from using his strength to bully people, what else can he do all day long? Okay, okay, I'm just complaining, don't worry."
There were some tears in Shi Ming's eyes.
"Speaking of it, this must be decades old. It was the cave that was discovered first, and then there was the backyard and the well.
Hongde Temple used to be very poor. It was said to be a century-old temple and the ancestral temple of South China, but in fact, these were just false names.
Did you get money in exchange?Can't exchange for a single local gentry all followed the trend and went to the churches of foreign devils. Who came to see these Bodhisattvas and Buddhas? For a while, there were no people in the temple, even the wild cats knew that the place was poor, so they pooped in the city.
Look at a person like me, who was born with a fourth-class disability. I don’t know whether it’s because my parents didn’t have any good deeds or they committed sins in their previous lives.
What do you think I can do?Chopping wood and carrying water?The bucket was taller than me. I chanted sutras and performed rituals. When others saw it, they thought I was one of those paper figures and wanted to throw me in and burn it for the ancestors.
Anyway, people like me are a burden wherever we go. Even if we in Buddhism are very compassionate and want to feed every kitten and puppy we see, we will inevitably get annoyed when we see people like me.
Later, I hid from people and saw no one.
When others are eating, I wait for them to finish. I read a book for a while. If there are some leftovers after reading, that's okay.
You know I'm a kid, and my appetite is not much bigger than that of a bird. Half a bowl of rice and some soup will make me so full that I can't even walk.
It only took me one year to read all the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion.
Later, I was idle and bored, so I memorized those books. It took me three years, and I memorized all the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion.
When someone asks me for a passage, I can tell which book it is on and which page it is on.
It’s just that there weren’t that many quiz shows at that time, and my little ability was just a little trick for fun after dinner, and no one took it seriously.
Until one day, I found "Introduction to Mechanical Manufacturing" written by Pierre in a pile of scrap papers I had picked up..."
(End of this chapter)