Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 172

Dawa Tsering confronted Qucuo for a while, then he turned around, put his hands lightly on Buchibenma's shoulders, and said:

"Benma, it's getting dark, you should do your homework first, and ask me if you don't know anything."

Buchibenma looked up at Qucuo, and seeing that she didn't say anything, she nodded with red eyes, and said to Dawa Tsering:

"Brother Tsering, I'm going to do my homework."

When Buchibenma left, the anger in Dawa Tsering's eyes still did not disappear.

"Grandmother, why don't you let your two younger sisters receive funding from the Muhua project? With this funding, Dunzhu can go to kindergarten in the county, and Benma doesn't have to worry about going to junior high school or high school in the future.

I asked Mr. Dan Jiao, why did you do this because you have been refusing to do so! "

Qu Cuo's voice was much lower in front of her son. She took Dawa Tsering's hand and said softly:

"Tsering, it's because they don't want to join you in funding, that's why grandma didn't agree. If you wait a few more days, they will definitely benefit from donating money. They are the ones who are anxious if they can't donate.

In a few days, when they agree to sponsor you, Grandma will..."

Dawa Tsering shook off Qucuo's hand and said:

"Grandma, the Muhua project is dedicated to subsidizing my younger sister. I have a scholarship from the county, so I don't need their funding!"

Qu Cuo's hands froze in the air, and his tone became a little harsh:

"Tsering, you are still young, and you still don't understand many things!

You have been admitted to the best high school in the city. It is Buddha, gods and ancestors who are blessing you, and you will have great prospects in the future.

After getting the money, Grandma asked the master of Anjue Temple to rub the top of the roof for you and pray for blessings, bless my Tsering is safe and healthy, and everything will go well when you arrive in the city. This is the biggest thing for our family. "

"Grandma, I got into high school because I studied hard. As long as I study hard and don't do bad things, I don't need to spend money to ask my master to bless me. The Buddha will also bless me.

You spent the money, what about the younger sisters studying? "

"What's the use of them reading?

Grandma hasn't read much, and she raised you by farming and herding sheep. As long as women are willing to endure hardship and work, they don't need to read so many books. "

"Reading is useful!

Auntie, the money for the Muhua project was originally donated by well-meaning people to the younger sisters for their studies. We can't spend it indiscriminately. "

"Isn't those well-meaning people donating money to help children from poor families study, aren't you a child from poor families?

If they donate money, the money is not theirs anymore, and the people above have the final say on how to spend it.

Last year, the village received tens of thousands of donations to the elderly. How much money was really given to the elderly in the village?

Those well-meaning people don't know how the poor families in our poor places live, and they won't blame us.

Tsering, grandma has only one son, and your dad is sending less and less money from working in the city. The four of you in the family need food and clothing. Otherwise, Grandma would not be able to survive. "

Qu Cuo made a gesture to wipe away his tears, and Dawa Tsering's eyes were a little red, but he tensed his chest and arms, and did not try to comfort his mother.

"Grandma, Dunzhu and Benma must study. If you don't promise me, I won't go to high school. I will go to the city to work like my father. I will earn money for my sister to study!"

Dawa Tsering hardened his heart, walked quickly past Qucuo, and walked to his room.

Qu Cuo gasped and stood where she was, gnashing her teeth in anger, shaking all over, and the dzi necklace hanging around her neck rattled.

Yu Peihuan saw all this in her eyes, she kept her invisible state and floated into the room where Bu Chibenma was, and looked at the girl who was actually not much younger than her with her lips pursed.

She watched Buchibenma do her homework seriously for more than ten minutes, carefully left dozens of hidden surveillance circles in this Tibetan-style blockhouse, and then floated out of Bujbenma's house.

Yu Peihuan wandered around Daba Village like a ghost. She visited every scripture hall in every Tibetan-style blockhouse, caressed every "white sacred stone", and saw every wind-horse flag fluttering. But nothing unusual was found.

The most outrageous thing is that some cats were secretly painted on some wind horse flags.

She took out her mobile phone and entered the information in her work log that "the preliminary investigation results of the Brazilian Evil Disaster Bureau are basically correct, and no abnormalities have been found in Daba Village". After leaving monitoring circles in various places in Daba Village, she was about to leave Ba Cun went to meet Li Zhixian, but heard a noise coming from the entrance of the village.

Yu Peihuan drifted to the entrance of the village following the sound, and saw the judge Danba Dorji, whom he had met before, walking to a stone wall surrounded by a group of people, hanging the gold and red national emblem on the wall, and unfolding the Face the "red flag".

Only then did Yu Peihuan see clearly that what Danba Dorji was holding was not a red flag, but a red banner wrapped around a hardwood cane.

Danba Dorji hung the banner of "Brazilian Intermediate Court Assize Tribunal" under the national emblem, and several people next to him brought some tables and chairs, and the plaintiff and defendant sat down, and a circuit trial began.

Yu Peihuan listed Danba Duoji as a key figure in her work log, and drifted away from Daba Village without a sound.

I don't know if she noticed it, but Liang De clearly saw in the mission record screen that Danba Dorji, who was sitting on the judge's bench, frowned and looked in Yu Peihuan's direction until she gradually drifted away.

……

In Muya Township Central Primary School, although Li Zhixian used the concealment circle to cover himself, but because the magic power operation was not enough, he could not achieve the effect of Yu Peihuan's complete invisibility. If you look carefully, you can see a blurred The blurred shadows were creeping forward.

She jumped up lightly, hooked her fingers to the eaves, and moved like a nimble civet cat above the dormitory building of Muya Township Central Primary School.

Yu Peihuan had already set up surveillance circles around the campus, and Li Zhixian, who shared the surveillance footage, can confirm that the thing that Dorje Huamao tore from Buchibenma's neck has remained in her arms, neither discarded nor destroyed .

Dorje Huamao is also doing the dormitory management work in Muya Primary School. This somewhat hunchbacked old woman lives in a small room on the first floor of the dormitory building.

Li Zhixian adhered to the outer wall with only muscle strength, and watched Dorje Huamao's every move through the frosted glass on the window.

At 09:30 in the evening, Dorje Huamao went out with a flashlight to inspect the dormitory.

Li Zhixian sneaked into Dorje Huamao's room through the crack of the door, and landed on the ground as silently as a feather. He opened the desk drawer and took out the things that Dorje Huamao had put inside.

Li Zhixian took a picture of that thing with a photo circle. It was a rhombus-shaped talisman with a page of scriptures wrapped in multicolored silk thread, exuding a faint fluctuation of extraordinary power.

"amulet?"

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