Chapter 1242 Meeting Your Highness

The place where the purple jade Buddha head is placed is in the ancient town around the capital.

This ancient town was not very famous until a certain variety show came to shoot, and it became very popular. Many people would come here with their children.

So just over an hour's drive, because of the congestion on the road was lengthened wirelessly.

Bai Zhun and the others drove a Hummer. The advantage of this kind of car is that it can't support the bottom. The disadvantage is that it is too big, unlike some old scooter, it can pass by.

Fortunately, the driver is a master and is usually very experienced. If you are in a hurry, you can copy the road.

But taking the back road means taking the dirt road.

After considering the safety issue, the driver decided to wait for the traffic to open.

It is true that Baizhen has lost the sharpness he used to have, probably because he is sick, and he is not as sharp anymore.

However, his demeanor remained unchanged, with a black mask on his face, he got out of the car and took a look at the traffic in front of him, then raised his hand to look at his watch.

"Call home and tell grandpa, don't worry, I'll be there on time."

Seeing what he did, Adjutant Zhang knew that he was going to walk over, so he quickly followed.

Fortunately, the road is not far, less than one kilometer to the entrance of the village. After entering the village, there is an antique bluestone path.

Bai Zhun stood there, causing many people to look back.

He called up the address saved in his phone, walked up to a villager, coughed softly and asked, "Grandma, do you know how to get to this place?"

The old man spoke the local dialect, and puffed his cheeks and replied.

Bai Zhun was born and raised in the capital, and he couldn't understand the dialect in Hebei, so he could only guess based on his own understanding. In the end, the old man shook his head.

Only then did he realize that the mother-in-law could not read at all.

Since the place was not easy to find, Bai Zhun could only ask people one by one in the village. The buzzing voice came out from the mask, and people listened and worried for him.

Finally, an uncle came, looked at the address on the phone, and said he wanted to take Bai Zhun there.

It turned out that the person who owned the purple jade Buddha head was an eminent monk who traveled all over the world, and he only settled here recently.

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhun immediately followed.

It was the most ordinary small courtyard. All the flowers and plants planted in the courtyard were covered with snow, only Uncle Dongqing was still a little green.

As soon as Bai Zhun walked in, he heard a voice from the courtyard: "Amitabha, it's not that I don't give this purple jade Buddha head to the benefactor, but the benefactor's body is too evil. destroy."

Demon spirit?

A hint of doubt appeared on Bai Zhun's masked face.

When he was on the mountain, he only heard from his master that there is hostility in people, but he has never heard of evil spirits.

Too much hostility doesn't mean how many people were killed, but it has something to do with the people and things he came into contact with.

Those who have no bottom line are most likely to be hostile in their hearts.

But these things, he never believed in them from beginning to end.

Until he adopted Ah Jiu.

Some things, only when you meet important people, will you rather believe it or not.

Thinking of this, Bai Zhun's dark eyes flickered.

Then I heard the voice in the room saying: "The little benefactor outside should also come for my Buddha Purple Jade, why not come in first."

Without hesitation, Bai Zhun stepped over the steps and saw the scene in the room.

An eminent monk sat in front of the all-wooden square table. He was wearing a monk's uniform and he was not very outstanding.

It's just that the man sitting across from him is too handsome, his skin is fair enough to shine, he is wearing a straight black suit with a bouquet of bright red roses in the pocket of the suit, his slender hands are wrapped In the pure white gloves, it is easy to think of a movie that was once popular all over the world, "Interview with the Vampire".

"Amitabha." The eminent monk recited a sutra to the man: "Almsgiver, my Buddha always talks about fate, and some things cannot be forced."

The man lowered his eyes and hooked his lips, with a cup of tea still spinning between his fingers: "Speaking of fate with this hall?"

When the monk heard this sentence, his face seemed to be ugly for a moment, but more of it was fear, as if he recognized the man's identity: "You, you..."

Bai Zhun stretched out his hand to prop the eminent monk's back, with a black mask on his face, and looked at the man with pitch-black eyes, neither humble nor overbearing.

The eminent monk recited Amitabha Buddha again: "Little benefactor, I have no way to promise you what you asked for today. There is no such thing as little benefactor here. You should leave quickly, little benefactor."

"I won't leave until I get the Buddha's head." Bai Zhun stood beside him, wearing a pure white fleece jacket, with a slender figure, and his aura did not weaken in the slightest.

The eminent monk really wanted to push him out, and looked at the man opposite him warily, as if what stood in front of him was not a human being, but some scourge.

But the man just supported his chin with one hand, and looked at the eminent monk indifferently: "It seems that you have recognized the main hall. If this is the case, don't waste time, otherwise I can't guarantee that there will be no blood in this room." .”

The eminent monk knew that he was threatening him with Bai Zhun's life.

but……

"It's not that the poor monk is unwilling to hand over the Buddha's head, but that the Buddha's head will be destroyed in an instant in His Highness's hands." The eminent monk clasped his hands together: "At that time, the Buddha's head will be meaningless."

The man tapped his fingers on the table, and he could sense that the Buddha's head was in this room, but he could also sense that the Buddha's aura was suppressed by him a little bit.

It seemed that the old bald man was not lying, and the purple jade Buddha head would only be destroyed if he got it.

A certain Highness who originally wanted to take his daughter home earlier, his eyes darkened, and he stood up, his eyes swept over Bai Zhun who was standing beside him.

The eminent monk thought that he was about to make a move, so he quickly turned to one side.

A certain Highness did not start killing as he thought, but walked out of the room as if no one else was there, and said coldly, "Go".

Many bat-like birds rose from the beams in the room.

The black feathers fell lightly.

Bai Zhun stretched out his hand to block his eyes, when he turned his head, he saw the eminent monk sitting on the wooden chair as if relieved.

Bai Zhun frowned his thick eyebrows, what happened today was inevitably too weird.

First of all, the road has been blocked for so long.

It was snowing outside again, and there was no trace of snowflakes on the man's body.

How did he get here in such a blocked road?

And, what about those bats?

Bai Zhun has always been an idealist, he doesn't believe in any gods and ghosts except himself, if it wasn't for Ah Jiu, he wouldn't even believe in Buddha's fate.

But these phenomena, which cannot be explained clearly by what he has learned in ordinary times, made Bai Zhun doubt the identity of the man.

He... who the hell?