Chapter 188 True, False, False, False, True
“Well, why did you come back with someone in your arms?”
Fang Yingqi and Chen Jian were a little surprised when they saw Wang An coming back with someone. They were even more surprised when they saw the person Wang An was carrying.
"Yan Qing?!" Chen Jian shouted, and rushed to Wang An in a few steps, staring straight at the lifeless Yan Qing in Wang An's hands.
“Take a good look, is it him?” Wang And said.
Wang An always felt that what happened just now went too smoothly, and Yan Qing's reaction was a little abnormal.
He was able to escape directly from southern Yunnan to Bagan, and then prepared so many "surprises" for Wang An along the way. How could he be so cautious and cautious, so how could he suddenly turn a blind eye to life and death and meet him directly without running away? Could it be that he wanted to So he can kill himself with those two people and his outside guards? This is really inconsistent with his previous performance.
It's a pity that the truth serum they carried was damaged in the car during the last attack, so they couldn't find out the truth.
After hearing this, Chen Jian carefully looked at his eyes, nose, ears, eyes, and even Yan Qing's mouth, and looked inside carefully.
“No problem, this is Yan Qing!”
“What did you do to open his mouth?” Fang Yingqi asked curiously.
“He had a tooth repaired on his upper left side and a decayed tooth extracted.”
“Hiss, you have collected enough information.”
After thinking for a while, Chen Jianyou began to take off his pants.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Legend has it that there was a patch of black spots on his right leg, which seemed to be seventy-two.”
“Seventy-two black spots, isn’t that Liu Bang?” Fang Yingqi was stunned after hearing this.
It is said that Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, had "seventy-two moles on his left thigh", which was also said to have "seventy-two black spots", which was regarded as the appearance of an emperor.
Chen Jian took off Yan Qing's pants and found a large black spot on his right leg.
“Hey, there really is!” Chen Jian said. He only thought it was a rumor, but he didn't expect it to be true.
Wang An glanced at the black dot, then squatted down to try and press it.
“This black spot may not be natural, but may be added later.”
When he was learning massage from Zhao Zhiyuan, he accidentally talked about some issues related to moles on the human body and how to judge whether they were benign or malignant. He also saw some of them during the massage process.
Once I met a person with a special mole on his back. At that time, Zhao Zhiyuan suggested that the person go to the hospital to have a look and it would be best to get rid of the mole. At that time, he casually mentioned that the current technology can not only remove these moles, but can even plant moles on people's bodies, similar to tattoos.
At that time, Wang An still didn’t understand, who would take the time to “plant” such a thing on himself, but now he saw it.
“I mentioned it later, why did he do this? That’s not right. The rumor I found out was that it was there when Yan Qing was born.”
“What other characteristics does he have?” Wang An then asked. He now suspected that the Yan Qing in front of him was fake.
“Let me think about it, yes, it is said that when he was a child, he was bitten by a white fish while bathing in the river, and there must be wounds on his body.”
As he spoke, Chen Jian took off Yan Qing's clothes and found a wound on his back. It looked like he had been bitten by something.
“How old was he when he was bitten?” Fang Yingqi asked, looking at the wound.
“Well, I think he is six or seven years old.”
“No, this wound cannot be more than five years old.”
"Sure?"
“I’m sure, I’ve done autopsies for a period of time, and I’m pretty sure about this type of injury.” Fang Yingqi said.
“Then this is not Yan Qing, then he is a substitute.” Wang An remembered the conversation he had just had with this “Yan Qing”.
"The chess piece can't help itself. Is this a hint? It implies that he is just a puppet being manipulated. Then where is the real Yan Qing?"
The three people fell into a brief silence.
"I knew this guy couldn't die so easily. He used a substitute, or a substitute that looked exactly like the real thing. How much effort did he have to waste?" Chen Jian said.
“Then where will he go and where will he hide?”
Although the area of Bagan is far smaller than that of the Empire, it is very easy to hide a few people without being found.
“Perhaps he is no longer in Bagan at this time.” Fang Yingqi said.
“Then where will he go?”
"According to what I know about him, he is probably still in Bagan, but in a place that none of us can imagine." Chen Jiandao.
“An unexpected place?”
In this way, the search for Yan Qing encountered difficulties for the time being. There is no need to go to the remaining places to stay. The three people first found a place to stay and discuss the next plan of action.
"He definitely didn't come to Bagan alone. We can find his family first. Maybe his family knows where he is." Chen Jiandao.
“His family took a plane to Northern Europe the same day after arriving in Bagan.” Fang Yingqi said, this was the news he got from the empire, “He was very well prepared.”
“Who is the most well-informed person in Bagan? Ask him.”
"good."
After arriving in Bagan, he has been traveling all the way, wading through mountains and rivers, and killing people along the way. Now that he has stopped, Wang An quietly looks at the surrounding mountains and rivers alone.
The scenery in Bagan is actually pretty good, and it’s different from the places Wang An has been to.
There are Buddhists here, and you can see Buddhist temples in many places. They are large or small, and their shapes and styles are also different from those in the empire.
Wang An saw a Buddhist temple and his thoughts moved. He exchanged greetings with the two men, then got up and went to the temple. The outer wall of this Buddhist temple is very low. Wang An entered the main hall, where there were monks chanting sutras.
He looked at the high statue of Buddha but did not kneel down.
The monks in the temple looked up at him and continued chanting. The old monk sitting at the top opened his eyes and looked at him thoughtfully.
Wang An ignored them and wandered around the hall alone. Unexpectedly, the old monk actually came to him and spoke the language of the empire very fluently.
“Is the donor from the empire?”
“Well, so is the monk?” Wang An was a little surprised.
“The poor monk went to the empire to study Buddhism in the early years and stayed at Faxing Temple for fifteen years.” The old monk said.
“Faxing Temple, are the monks going to study Buddhism or Buddhist kung fu?”
“Buddhism, I learned some skills by the way.” The old monk said with a smile.
“The monk is sincere.”
“The donor seemed to have something on his mind when he came in, and the donor was extremely murderous, but he came to ask for help?”
"Help? You, or him?" Wang An looked at the old monk in front of him with a smile, and then raised his head to look at the Buddha statue not far away. "If he can't help me, you're probably in trouble too."
"Amitabha." After hearing Wang An's words, the old monk looked at him in surprise. He stared at Wang An carefully for a while. "So that's it, the donor already has the form of a vajra."
“Exactly.” The old monk nodded, and Wang An smiled.
“Will the monk still see each other?”
“Thousands of people have different appearances, but I see the Buddha nature in the donor.”
“Buddha nature, did the monk just say that I have murderous aura?”
“The Buddha also roared like a lion when he was angry, and the Bodhisattva has a compassionate heart and also has thunderous means.”
"Well, whatever you say makes sense. What's the difference between the Buddha in Bagan and the Buddha in the Empire?" Wang And said. He came here simply because he wanted to take a look, so he came because the monk wanted to talk to him about Buddhism. , let’s talk.
“There is no difference among the Buddhas in the world, they are all the same.”
“Do you practice Mahayana Buddhism or Hinayana Buddhism?”
“Just two melons on a vine, a poor monk practicing Mahayana Buddhism.” said the old monk.
“Monk, you don’t need to accompany me anymore. I just look around and leave in a while.”
“The benefactor’s murderous aura has not yet disappeared, but he wants to continue walking?” The old monk did not leave.
"I'm looking for a person. I'll stop when I find him, but now I don't know where he has escaped." Wang An thought for a while and said.
“The person the donor is looking for comes from southern Yunnan of the Empire, and his status is not ordinary?”
"Well, how did the monk know?" Now it was Wang An's turn to be surprised.
“It’s true.” The old monk thought to himself. "Recently, several people have been visiting the area in the east and southwest of Shan. They are from southern Yunnan of the Empire."
"How did the monk know?" Wang An stared at the old monk, and he felt more and more that this old monk was extraordinary.
“My disciple happened to see it.”
“Thank you, monk.” Wang And said, this was an unexpected surprise.
"Amitabha, I told the donor about their movements to harm them. The poor monk's Dharma cultivation is still not enough and he didn't see through it." The old monk said, but if he didn't do this, the man in front of him would probably be in trouble if he continued to stay here. If more people were to die, whichever of the two evils would be worse, not to mention that one of his disciples was killed by those people.
Wang An came out of the temple and found two people who were still resting.
“Have you found the person who inquired about the information? Check over there in Dongshan.”
“Well, where did you hear the news?”
“The old monk in the temple.” Wang An pointed to the temple not far away.
“Old monk, where did he get the news?” Chen Jian asked almost subconsciously.
“His disciples saw it and quickly thought of ways to determine the specific location.” Wang And said.
"Wait a moment, I have already contacted the empire, and they are using the personal connections here to investigate. The results should be available soon," Fang Yingqi said.
While waiting, Wang An also tasted the local delicacies for a while. He has been traveling for the past two days, looking for people, and has not been able to sit down and have a good meal. The food is very unique, but in Wang An's opinion, it is not very delicious. The main reason is that he is not used to the taste here.
The news did not come quickly and did not come until evening.
It is true that traces of imperial travelers were discovered in Eastern Shan State three days ago. Their movements are very hidden, but no matter how hidden they are, they will leave traces. After all, cars need to be refueled and people need to eat. In particular, they are quite particular about what they eat.
After getting the news, they continued on their way and headed straight to Dongshan. The car was speeding all the way, and it was getting dark. They didn't even take a break. They took turns driving until they reached the source of the news, a county town in Dongshan.
The next day, Fang Yingqi tried to find a way to find the local gangs and inquired about the information from them. After paying a certain amount of money, he learned that a convoy had indeed passed by here a few days ago and headed southwest. .
The news was correct, and they headed southwest again.
Driving the car in the workshop, Fang Yingqi used the tablet he carried with him to search the nearby terrain through satellite maps, looking for a place that met Yan Qing's living requirements.
“There is a mountain here that is not very famous, but its translated name is Longshan.”
"Longshan? I remember that his residence in southern Yunnan is called Fulongshan, right?"
"right."
“That’s it!”
The car stopped more than ten kilometers away from the mountain, and Wang An went up the mountain alone.
From a distance, this mountain is not very majestic, but it is quite beautiful. There is a small village at the foot of the mountain. There are not many people here, but the daily necessities of life are still there.
There is a river in front of the mountain. The river is not very wide, only twenty meters long. The water flows not fast and is quite clear.
A road leads into the mountain. Not far into the mountain, there is an iron fence blocking the road, with a sign on it saying "Military Control, No Entry".
Wang An did not take the usual route into the mountain. When heading towards the mountain from the woods, he saw several sentries blocking the way into the mountain. The guards were relatively tight.
He bypassed the sentries and saw a villa on the mountainside with very tight security measures. Someone is constantly patrolling.
Wang An approached slowly and cautiously, then suddenly increased his speed and swayed twice before arriving outside the villa.
“Who?!” someone yelled, and then the person fell to the ground.
A glass window in the villa was broken, and Wang An came into the villa.
In the living room of the villa, he saw an old man in his fifties. The old man was very surprised when he saw Wang An.
"Who are you?!"
Wang An saw that his lips were about to shout the word "王" at first.
The old man stretched his hands to his back, and there were two guns stuck in his waist. Wang An was faster. He reached his side in one step, raised his hand and punched the opponent with a straight force, like a gun. On his chest, the opponent's chest immediately dented and hit the wall, blood gushing out from his mouth and nose.
Hissing, a sharp sound of breaking wind sounded from behind. He dodged hurriedly, turned around and looked back to see a man in Taoist robes. A sword in his hand was dancing fast, and the light shone like thunder and lightning.
The sword light passed by, and there was a click. The solid wood table was cut in half, and a deep crack appeared on the wall.
This man's sword is so fast that most people can't even see the opponent's movements clearly, let alone react. His sword is fast enough, but his movement seems to be a little slower than the sword in his hand. The sword always comes first. The body has just arrived.
Wang An was a little faster than him. This was the first time he encountered someone so fast. The sword in his hand even posed the slightest threat to him.
In the spacious living room, sword light passed out, and everything was split into two, with the fractures as flat as a mirror.
In the narrow space, Wang An's speed reached the extreme, and the role of moving bricks and cylinders came into play at this moment.
This long sword is very fast, but it is not fast enough. There are gaps between the sword moves. If there are gaps, there will be flaws.
Wang An looked at the right moment and struck out suddenly before the force of his next move could be generated when he slashed with his sword. The strength in his body exploded instantly. His strike speed was faster than the Taoist priest's sword, and he hit him with a palm. There was a click on the shoulder blade of his right arm, shattering his shoulder blade and sending his whole body flying away.
While he was still in mid-air, he approached him, hit him in the stomach with a palm, and then raised his hand and tapped his neck. The Taoist priest hit the wall, collapsed, and then stopped moving.
Wang An raised his head and looked upstairs. He heard that there were people above.
At this time, security personnel rushed in from outside. As soon as one came in, he flew out, flying straight seven or eight meters away. After landing, he lost his breath. People who wanted to rush up behind him were stunned.
Taking advantage of this gap, Wang An went upstairs and saw a man upstairs. He was in his thirties and had gauze wrapped around his face. He looked quite handsome, but his eyes were exceptionally lively, and his hands were holding an ancient sword.
Look at the eyes first when looking at a person. Looking at those eyes, Wang An felt that he had seen this person somewhere.
“Yan Qing!”
“Wang An!”
(End of this chapter)