Lord Hei Wuchang is really too impatient.

After returning home, Taro Iizuka was still rubbing the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief. He first worshiped the Buddha, who was worshipping him, and then thought about the power station.

The time given by Lord Hei Wuchang is too nervous. How could I find a suitable power station so quickly after the incident of only seven days.

After gritting his teeth and thinking for a while, Taro Iizuka called his personal secretary: "How is the preparation of hydropower stations in the Hokuriku area?"

"Hey? Don't you need to look for it in Nanmizhou or Malay?" The secretary pondered for a while, his face slightly difficult. "If it is in the Beilu area, there will be a few days for scheduling and other aspects of work, because it involves..."

Taro Iizuka frowned, and the momentum developed by the top wealthy family pressed on the secretary: "As soon as possible! Without further ado."

“Yes, yes.”

Ishizaki Shunhei's resurrection made Taro Izuka feel excited. Lord Kuro Wuchang resurrected Shishizaki Shunhei definitely did it for himself. As long as he has a good relationship with Kuro Wuchang, then such a great thing as a resurrection after death...

Frictioning against the skin that was engraved by Black Imperial Palace, Taro Iizuka seemed to see the wonderful situation of becoming an immortal politician. After the secretary left in a hurry, he said piously to the Curse: "Master Black Imperial Palace, you will definitely complete the task you mentioned as soon as possible."

Now the prime minister on stage is powerful. In a few days, he will become the island country's cabinet prime minister with the longest term. But so what if he is the longest term? Taro Iizuka understands that he does not have the talent of his father and grandparents, but living the longest term like himself is the biggest political winner.

The Medicine Buddha worshipped in the room closed his eyes and refused to speak, without any intention of reprimanding the ungodly believer in front of him.

"You can't forget Tathagata." After a long time of longing, Taro Iizuka saw the statue of the Medicine Buddha worshipped again. His face twitched, and then he realized how rude he had done in front of the Buddha.

The island country has a strong Buddhist atmosphere, and it is normal for a great man to worship Buddha statues at home. Besides, the Osaka Giant Buddha incident has not been long since. Although Buddhism has no extraordinary cooperation with the government, no one can deny that there are no Buddhas in the world. There are really gods and Buddhas three feet above.

Anyway, I believe it a little bit, so it won’t seem abrupt if I hug you in the end.

"Disciple was really rude just now." He bowed to the Medicine Buddha Tathagata, but looked at the Buddha statue's expression of not being happy or smiling, Taro Iizuka was still unsure. He simply stood up from the ground and stepped outside the mansion in three or two steps.

Such an apology seems not sincere enough. If you want the Buddha to forgive, you still have to take more practical actions.

The driver who had worked at the Iizuka family for many years had already been sitting in the car. Several drivers were on shifts and waiting for the orders of the head of the family for 24 hours. Taro Iizuka, who was sitting in the back row, sorted out his instrument: "Go to the Nishifukuji."

The driver nodded in a deep voice and started steadily with a steady ignition: "Yes."

The Nishifukuji Temple is an ancient temple in Setagaya District. It was established a long time ago and worshipped by the Medicine Buddha in Iizuka's family. Although it seems that the temples are not visible and uncovered, in fact, every temple shrine set up in the core area has some relationship with Tokyo celebrities.

Besides, the temple host was also a member of celebrities hundreds of years ago. Although it is a little inferior now, they are all rich.

This is true for Xifu Temple. It is a temple of the famous Shinyan Sect of the Nai religion. It has been passed down for hundreds of years, and even the trees planted in the temple are of great origin.

"Shariputra, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

The monks in the temple recite scriptures devoutly, and many believers sit on chairs and bow their heads to recite. These are the financial owners of the temple, and the expenses for their sacrifices after death must be taken out from them.

The cheapest million or the expensive million will be paid for the management fee every year.

In the small side room behind the hall, the abbot Matsuoka was sitting on the ground, with fragrant tea scented on the small chopping board in front of him, and the abbot was wearing a cassock and glasses to relax his eyebrows and eyes.

"Abbot Matsuoka, this matter is a good thing for the country and the people, and it is also a good thing that my Buddhist disciples should do."

The handsome monk did not move the teacup in front of him. He lowered his head seriously and stated the strange things that happened among the homeless people.

There are versions of the missing story heard from the homeless group, and there are also reasonable speculations from the monks themselves.

"Master, don't be anxious, you raise your head first." Matsuoka abbot sipped tea and smiled, "You mean that many homeless people disappeared for no reason, and the police did not accept it, right?"

"Yes." The monk was really unwilling to drink tea, even the most fragrant tea leaves were tasteless when they came to their mouths.

The disappearances of homeless people are increasing day by day, and the number of missing people has reached a terrible level. Where have these people gone? What the monk did not explicitly say is that just when he was chasing the disappearance case, several special personnel secretly came to him and ordered him not to investigate further downwards.

He said he was a special person, but the monk understood that these people were secretly monitoring his police.

Even if the prisoners who organized a collision with the imperial palace like me would be released, they would definitely be on the surveillance list of the public security. The intelligence department's surveillance on a person can last until the other party dies. The public security police may be the ones who can approach themselves and issue warnings.

Is the disappearance of the homeless man related to the government?

The monk has a delicate heart with seven orifices. After thinking about it, his hair was already standing up in horror. If the missing of the homeless man was led by the government or promoted by the government behind the scenes, what kind of ending will he bring about by continuing to explore? The government can make the homeless man disappear, and it is not a big deal to disappear a slightly famous monk.

There will be life-threatening, missing, and dying.

Want to retreat?

Of course not!

The handsome monk raised his eyebrows and his eyes were thundering.

Swipe the knife into the haze and cut off the three paints!

"It's hard for the government to pay attention to this matter if it's just a few young monks. I hope the abbot of Matsuoka can help. If the Buddha has arrived today, it's the time."

The monk knew that Xifuji Temple was not visible and uncovered, but there were actually upper-class figures behind it. If he could convince Xifuji Temple to take action, things might turn around.

However, the abbot of Xifuji Temple did not reply after drinking a cup of tea, but frowned as if he was in a very embarrassing state.

His eyes that made countless believers feel at ease were filled with compassion, and after a long time he said in embarrassment: "This... our small temple cannot help, and it is better for us to participate less in the affairs of the government in the Pure Land of Buddhism. The world is chaotic. The Pure Land of Buddhism must adhere to its original intention and eliminate old karma according to circumstances, so as not to create new disasters."

Because Xifuji Temple made it a little bit hard to make a name for itself, so you should be more careful when you have a big family and a big business. It would be better to leave the government to do this kind of thing to save the people! It would be great if their Xifuji Temple could save their own industries!

New disaster?

The monk was angry and said, how could the matter of saving people be said to be a disaster? However, in order to save people, he still forced his dissatisfaction in his heart.

The monk then begged for a long time, but the abbot of Xifu Temple was still embarrassed and refused, saying bluntly that he was just an ordinary small temple and could not help at all.

"It's time to eat, Master, please stay and let me wait for some entertainment." Looking at the clock time, the host Matsuoka felt a little unhappy. The monk Youfang actually grinded in the temple for two hours.

"Ah, no." The monk stood up and folded his hands and bowed, "The little monk still has something to do."

"Then let me take you to the main entrance."

"It's so disturbing."

Standing behind the main entrance, watching the handsome monk leave, Matsuoka abbot Amitabha Buddha shouted.

"Master, what temple is that monk from..."

A disciple approached the abbot of Matsuoka and asked, "He looked much younger than both the abbot of Matsuoka and the handsome monk."

"Which temple is from?" Abbot Matsuoka murmured the question. He didn't know which monk this monk was from.

But after wandering in Tokyo for many years, all temples knew that this handsome monk existed. Although Tokyo was large and there were many temples, it was measured by the monk himself with his feet. He didn't know which temple it belongs to or even what sect it belongs to.

"Then he is really a weird person." The disciple shook his head and said in confusion, and he carefully prepared vegetarian food for the good men and women.

The abbot of Matsuoka was about to leave, but after receiving the call, he immediately stood tall at the entrance of the temple: "Hi, haha, yes."

"Hurry up and ask your brothers to sort out their appearances. Big people... Some believers are coming!" Matsuoka Abbot corrected his mistake. Whether it is a big person or a small person, they are believers. There is no difference, no difference!

A custom black Lexus was walking slowly on the street. Although it was not exaggerated to hang the national flag, the vehicles on the road subconsciously gave in to the body when they saw the high-end Lexus.

The handsome monk walked along the road for a while, and still felt annoyance and worry in his heart. He was a little angry and wanted to kick the telephone pole with his shoes, but as soon as he lifted his feet, the monk immediately put it down.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, the telephone poles are innocent, the telephone poles are innocent." The handsome monk lowered his head and enlightened himself a few times, "Don't be angry."

After persuading himself like this until his mentality is stable, the handsome monk put his hands together and said to the telephone pole: "Amitabha, donor, I am really sorry, the little monk actually took his anger on you just now."

The monk looked at the passers-by solemnly as he looked at the phone pole.

This is 100% because someone died next to the telephone pole, so the monks came to salvation.

"Amitabha, Amitabha." A housewife carrying a vegetable basket walked by tilting her body and hurriedly, while others also bent down and bowed.

"What's wrong?" After the handsome monk apologized, he looked around blankly. Why do passers-by worship their hands at the telephone pole?

"Has anyone ever died here?" He looked up at the three or four-story high telephone poles and went there, and the monk simply recited the mantra of rebirth.

The neighbors around are really nice families. After the accident, I passed by here and still didn't forget to respect the dead souls.

If everyone has such qualities, why worry about the great harmony of the world?
Chapter completed!