Inside the car, Lin Yu looked ahead with a expressionless face.

That road is not that spacious.

The wreckage of two large trucks collided was lying there.

The scene was tragic, with auto parts everywhere on the ground and some dried blood stains.

There are also participating and uncleared warning lines and conspicuous tripod warnings on the side.

This means that the traffic police have come to handle the accident.

Everything shows that this is a normal car accident.

However, Lin Yu never believed what he saw.

He only believes in what he wants.

A smile appeared on his face and he looked into the rearview mirror.

really.

I don’t know when, not far behind the car, a monk dressed as a monk from the Western Regions suddenly appeared.

It was as if he had always been standing there.

Turn off the engine and open the door.

Lin Yu got out of the car.

Step by step towards the monk who blocked the way back.

This person can appear behind the vehicle silently.

It has been able to explain some issues.

The opponent's strength was far beyond his expectations.

"Monk, why block my way?"

When he walked three meters away from the other party, he stood still.

"Donor, the old monk is here to beg for alms."

The monk with red robe put his palms together and his face was calm.

He had a peaceful and peaceful temperament.

The rough face is covered with weathered vicissitudes.

"Just begging for alms?"

Lin Yu asked with a smile.

At this moment, he cheered up and secretly focused his vigilance.

The old monk in front of him had already made him feel a lot of pressure.

Not far away, there was a fierce and powerful aura lurking.

This dangerous situation was unexpected by him.

Unexpectedly, the Gu family could actually dispatch two top-notch people to join forces to ambush themselves.

It seems that I have indeed underestimated the heroes of the world.

There are so many strong people in the capital and the capital.

The old monk from the red robe sang a Buddhist chant and said slowly: "The old monk begging for alms is not for gold and silver, nor for incense."

There was a sense of peace in the sound, and it was heard in my ears, like a trickle of water, the lingering Buddha's voice, which was particularly comfortable.

"Then why did you come from?"

Lin Yu stood under the moon with his hands on his back.

The cold moonlight is free and easy on your body.

It cast a layer of aloof mystery on the whole person.

"The old monk wants to use the donor's head to comfort my son, the spirit in heaven."

While speaking, the old monk stood up straight, clasped his palms in front of him.

His eyes were open and his divine light was emitted.

In the dark night, it is like two torches.

With a red-robed bald figure, it looks like a Vajra, a guardian who defeats demons in a temple.

Upon hearing this, a light flashed through Lin Yu's mind.

He looked at the red-robed monk and asked in a deep voice: "Are you the Nine-Headed Buddha Owl?"

After Counting Enemies, only one person is like the old monk in front of him.

That is, the founder of the owl who was powerful and dominating Southeast Asia - the Nine-Headed Buddha Owl.

Because this person advocates Buddhism, he is a well-known drug lord.

The Nine-Headed Buddha Owl is also called the Poison Buddha by many people.

It just so happened that some time ago, a man nicknamed Young Master Xiao just died at his hands.

In this way, the identity of the red-robed monk is self-evident.

"I didn't expect that the donor had heard of the old monk."

The old monk in red robe smiled faintly, and the mellowness in his eyes had long disappeared.

Instead, it is a kind of killing intention of exorcising demons.

Facing the terrifying nine-headed Buddha Owl, Lin Yu was not panicked.

Instead, he looked at the other person with great interest.

"Two years ago, I went to Jin Sanjiao to find you in person, but unfortunately you were not here, so I left a line of magic treasures on the side of the behead..."

Speaking of this, the monk in red robe was shocked.

He looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief and exclaimed: "Black Prison Dragon King?"

Then, he murmured to himself: "No wonder, no wonder Ah San died in your hands, it turned out to be you."

Lin Yu nodded and smiled and said, "You were originally the sacrifice I chose on the road to becoming the name of the Dragon King. It's a pity that the fate was not there at that time."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly and sighed comfortably: "I didn't expect that tonight, I would have the opportunity to make up for my past regrets. God is quite good to me."

After saying this, he stared at the dark shadow in front of him with a sharp look.

Lin Yu shouted coldly with disdain on his face.

"Come out, as a strong man on the side, he is sneaky and not afraid of being insulted?"

As the sound rang out, an old man with silver hair shot in electric light.

...

Security Department, Intelligence Department.

More than a dozen intelligence personnel were busy all night.

"The location of entry has been determined."

"The entry time has been determined."

"The character scan portrait will come out soon..."

A series of urgent and rushing sounds sounded, and a photo slowly appeared on the screen of a computer.

In the middle of the photo, there is a bald old monk with pure and peaceful eyes, looking compassionate.

"Scan the photo to the library and lock the identity!"

On the computer screen, portraits of people flashed quickly.

Three minutes later, a line of font appears on the screen.

"No one was found."

Seeing this, the intelligence agent in front of the computer bit his lip and thought for a while.

"Improving query permissions and mobilizing secret database images."

A few minutes later, the photo of the bald old monk shrank in half and occupied the left side of the screen.

Another photo of the character appears on the right side of the screen.

Two words appeared in the middle of the screen: "Correct!"

The intelligence agent, holding the mouse in his hand, clicked the photo on the right.

The screen flashed, and detailed information of the person in the photo was presented to you.

Looking at the identity information of the bald old monk, the shock in his eyes became increasingly intense.
To be continued...