Perspective-Golden Pupils

Chapter 157: : A Japanese died.

Chapter 157 : A Japanese died.

In the sea of business tycoon, his cultivation kungfu has reached the realm of honor and disgrace. His words were sharp and impeccable, and he changed the subject lightly, subtly concealing the origin of the silk.

Old Wu bit his lower lip deeply, his eyes flashing with a sharp light." According to the description on the silk, the embroidered words on it seem to be from the hands of Zen Master Huike." If it's authentic..." His words came to an abrupt stop here. His gaze turned to Xu Qing. His deep meaning was self-evident. Some things were inconvenient to say in front of this young man.

Tang Qingsheng saw Old Wu's hesitation. He smiled and tried to smooth things over." Xiao Xu is one of us. If you have anything to say, you can say it directly."

He hesitated a little, then said,"If this is true, it's invaluable." More importantly, it records the burial place of one of Zen's ancestors. But it's hard to say whether it's true or false."

Tang Qingsheng's eyes lit up. He looked directly at Elder Wu. Obviously, he was deeply attracted by this topic." Ancestor of Zen, could it be..."

Elder Wu nodded solemnly." Yes, Bodhidharma."

Tang Guobin's reaction was the most intense. He exclaimed and looked at Xu Qing as if he were looking at a monster." No way, right?"

Bodhidharma, the founder of Zen Buddhism in the Middle Kingdom, is the son of the King of Ancient Tianxiang. He came to Dongtu alone and founded Zen Buddhism, leaving behind many popular legends. He crossed the river with a reed, faced the wall for nine years, broke his arm and stood in snow, and returned to the west with only clogs... Rumors said that his Buddhist True Technique had reached the state where fire could not melt, knives could not enter, and poison could not invade. He was like a god in the eyes of the world.

Old Wu took a deep breath and calmed down his excitement. He continued in a low voice,"The silk said that Bodhidharma gave Huike the four parts of the Lengha Sutra and broke off a finger of his left ring finger as a gift." He also left a sentence: 'Thousands of years, my body immortal.' If you want to find the relic, go west. Shuangfeng Mountain, Buddha Bone Cry. If you have the chance to find it, you can ascend to the heavens and become a saint."

Tang Qingsheng frowned slightly and speculated in his heart that according to the description on the silk, there should be a Buddhist bone with this silk. There seems to be a bigger secret and endless legend behind this whole affair. Could it be in this little guy's hands?

Xu Qing's heart trembled violently. His eyes widened as if he saw the possibility of ascending to the heavens and becoming a saint. Bodhidharma was a legendary ancient martial artist and a Saint Realm expert. If he could really find his relic, wouldn't it mean that he would have the chance to step into the Heaven Realm and Saint Realm? Is that possible? He shook his head in disbelief.

Old Wu relied on his keen eyes, which had spent most of his life in the antique world, to determine that this piece of silk was genuine and that its appearance was intact. Once Zhang Sijuan was exposed, he would undoubtedly establish his status in the antique world of Jiang City. He would even become famous nationwide. But would Tang Qingsheng allow himself to do so? The answer is obviously no.

Compared to the three people who had their own thoughts, Tang Guobin appeared much calmer. He wasn't interested in Dharma relics and dead bones. He thought that as long as his brother benefited, he could also benefit from them. If he could get a copy of the original Tendon Changing Classic or something, it would be even better.

Tang Qingsheng stretched out his hand to Elder Wu, and the old man reluctantly handed over the silk. His pained expression made Young Master Tang snicker. Tang Qingsheng took the silk and looked at it lightly, then handed it to Xu Qing and smiled. Your good fortune makes me jealous. Bodhidharma once said that fate has it. You must keep it well."

Xu Qing took the silk and folded it carefully. She still put it in a plastic bag and put it in her pocket. Old Wu finally understood who the real owner of this treasure was. He couldn't help but ask weakly," Young man, can you show me the silk again?"

Tang Qingsheng frowned, took out a checkbook from his pocket, wrote a few strokes, tore off one and stuffed it into Old Wu's hand. He said seriously,"Old Wu, this is what you deserve." I hope no fifth person knows what happened today outside this door. Thank you."

The implication was very clear. After taking the money, everything he saw today must rot in his stomach. Otherwise, everyone knew what the consequences would be. Elder Wu sighed softly and took the check. He calmed himself down and immediately adjusted his state of mind. In the ward, Old Wu smiled and said to Tang Qingsheng," President Tang, don't worry. My mouth is very firm." Tang Qingsheng gently patted Wu Lao's shoulder, and his eyes revealed deep wisdom: "Wu Lao, there are more than ten million treasures in the world, but those who are destined can find them." You and I are on the banks of Ruoshui River. We only need to take a ladle of clean water. Sometimes watching others take water is also a kind of enjoyment."

The old man laughed and said,"There is no such thing as magic, and there is no such thing as magic." The ancients did not deceive me!" " Elder Wu, it seems that you've understood." Tang Qingsheng smiled.

At this time, a piece of Huike silk attracted the attention of both of them. They began to communicate in Zen, as if playing chess. Xu Qing and Tang Guobin looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

Suddenly, the door to the ward was pushed open and two police officers walked in. One of them was Jiang Siyu, whom Xu Qing had seen; the other was Xiao Liu, who had been using his baton that day. Following closely behind were two young nurses in pink uniforms who were duty nurses in the intensive care unit.

Jiang Siyu frowned when she saw Xu Qing. Detective Liu unconsciously shrank his neck. He still had the fear of Xu Qing that day. Tang Qingsheng looked at the two policemen who suddenly barged in. He was a little unhappy, but he waited patiently for them to speak first.

Jiang Siyu walked up to Tang Guobin and showed her ID card." Excuse me, are you Mr. Tang Guobin?" Tang Guobin saw that Jiang Siyu was a beautiful police officer. He was amused and replied loudly," I am Tang Guobin. I will be fined ten for faking it!"

Jiang Siyu glanced at the number plate on the bedside, then took out a photo from her bag and held it in front of Tang Guobin." Mr. Tang, do you know this person?" Tang Guobin a look, the person on the photo is small devil red wood iron man. Surprise and doubt flashed across his face. In a solemn atmosphere, we saw the man lying in a pool of blood. His eyes were blank and he had obviously left us. He was Tetsuo Akagi, a fighter who had risen to prominence in the dark world of boxing.

Xu Qing, a calm and sharp person, could tell from the miserable scene in the photo that this once-powerful warrior no longer had the breath of life. "Black fist." He said lightly, as if he were telling an insignificant fact.

Jiang Siyu, a smart and sensitive female detective, looked at the photo, her eyes full of doubt. She turned to Xu Qing and frowned." Do you know him?"

Xu Qing nodded. There was a trace of contemplation in his eyes." We met once. How did this guy die?" There wasn't much emotion in his tone, but I could feel the doubt and inquiry in his heart.

Jiang Siyu obviously didn't expect him to ask so directly. She hesitated for a moment before replying," At nine o'clock this morning, Tetsuo Akagi was found murdered in the orthopedic ward of the affiliated hospital. His chest was stabbed seven times in a row. According to the investigation, the deceased was transferred from the central hospital to the affiliated hospital yesterday. Before he was transferred to hospital, he had an argument with Mr. Tang Guobin. We're here to find out."

This was shocking news. The cause of Tetsuo Akagi's death was full of doubts. Xu Qing and Jiang Siyu, two completely different people, had an intersection because of this tragic case. How will they solve this mystery? Let's wait and see.