I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 218: Becoming a Monk's Head
The young monk Huiming listened very carefully, without blinking his eyes.

On one side is the master who raised him, and on the other side is the ruthless bandit who kills people without blinking an eye in Jiang Hanwen's story. Even though he has practiced for a long time, he didn't know which role to put himself in for a moment.

Jiang Hanwen was too busy to pay attention to him.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was lost in deep memories.

[Little monk, there is no way. There are many things I cannot tell you. Zorro knows that.]

Jiang Hanwen was a little helpless. This case should not have been brought up. It was pure bullshit.

When a scholar meets a soldier, he cannot explain himself clearly. He either has to give in or become so angry that blood splatters every five steps. There is nothing that can be done about it.

Your master’s real name may not be that. Many of the crimes he committed remain unsolved, so no one knows his real name. The only thing that can be confirmed is that he is from Kanto.

Some people call him the Chinese Zorro, that's bullshit, he's just a thief who just can't let go of his remaining conscience and wants to cleanse himself and see if he can start a new life.

You must know that your master is a martial arts expert. He comes and goes without a trace. He was originally a thief who only robbed wealthy businessmen and gave half of the stolen money to the poor.

I don't believe this. There were many people who wanted to be Swallow Li San in those days, but I never saw anyone who could be a thief and at the same time be kind-hearted and become a Bodhisattva.

At most, he is just a trader who makes money by selling goods. His pockets are burning with money and he just wants to be the boss.

He acted mysterious when giving money to the poor. He gave money to orphans and widows, and to old men who picked up rubbish. Haha.

"This is indeed something that Master can do. He opened a martial arts school, made investments, made a lot of money, and did a lot of good deeds."

The young monk nodded. The master probably wanted to be a chivalrous thief. He was obviously too old and had many problems, but he kept telling him about the Three Heroes and Five Gallants and about punishing evil and promoting good all the time. He was incompatible with the monks in the temple, let alone today's society.

People like him are the remnants of the old era and should not exist in today's society.

In a society ruled by law, people who use barbaric means and always want to cause bloodshed are monsters.

Jiang Hanwen also laughed.

But there is some sadness in this smile. For the same person and the same thing, in different eras, he could be Dao Zhi, Guo Jie, Zhan Zhao, Li San, and of course, he could also be a murderer.

The difference lies in how the people see him.

If a wise ruler is in power, the people are upright in the court, doors are not locked at night and lost items are not picked up on the streets, then no matter what kind of chivalrous thief or righteous person you are, you will have to stay in jail obediently.

How do we tell right from wrong in this kind of situation?

Although it was all hearsay, the person had indeed disappeared without a trace, as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth.

"This case is apparently unsolved, probably because the criminal really left no trace."

Monk Huiming had a puzzled expression on his face. He was now somewhat doubtful as to whether his master and the person in front of him had known each other before, otherwise how could the other person know so much about his master's affairs.

He absolutely did not believe that anyone could have a photographic memory, not to mention that Jiang Hanwen had barely even looked at his notes just now.

"Of course I wrote it, haha, but it should be more objective than what your master wrote. After all, people always use filters when writing about themselves, don't you think?"

"Then Mr. Jiang, what do you think? I will go back and tell him in front of Master's tombstone."

Young monk Huiming had never felt so confused before. Even when he was contemplating the Diamond Sutra, his mind was not so muddled.

You can't play it like this. You are both a human and a ghost. How can anyone guess what happened? According to the story told by Jiang Hanwen, the master is not an unforgivable criminal, but at least he has committed so many evil deeds that he cannot thank the world for his death.

Just when the little monk was confused.

Jiang Hanwen, sitting on the director's chair, has put on the police badge issued by the police station again.

"Master Huiming, I am warning you now. You have just committed the crime of bribery and have not reported it. However, considering your young age, I will not hold it against you."

Jiang Hanwen's words are righteous and serious.

"As for your bastard master, I suggest that you dig him out and then shoot him before he dies. A fair execution is the best!"

"Do you agree?"

"No! I don't agree!!!"

The little monk no longer cared about his manners and cultivation at this time. When he heard Jiang Hanwen say such bastard words, he immediately jumped up from the stool.

He adopted a tiger-crane boxing stance, his eyes were extremely sharp, his hands were hooking forward and backward, and he looked very heroic.

It seems that this guy is not just bragging when he says he is the abbot, he really has some skills.

"My master trusted you so much, why did you dig up his grave?"

Once the kid's defense was broken, he couldn't hold back his tone anymore, and judging from his angry look, it seemed like he was about to fight Jiang Hanwen to the death.

Jiang Hanwen is right. Even if there are thousands of reasons, no matter what the era is like or what is said at that time, we are now in a society ruled by law. The master's behavior is enough to be shot ten times, even if he is Dao Zhi.

In a peaceful and prosperous era, even a thief would have to take a bullet.

"Then do you think your master's case can be overturned?"

Jiang Hanwen spread his hands.

Shi Shiran walked up to the little monk, and seeing his confused face, he put down both of his hands, and the standard boxing stance was gone.

"You kid, you've read so much that you've lost everything. Your master committed murder and arson, but he still had a good ending. It's already a favor from the Buddha. He's even trying to overturn the verdict. If he can overturn the verdict, is there still law in this world?"

Jiang Hanwen put the wooden box containing the finest ambergris on the table back into the little monk's cloth bag.

Then, he touched the bald head of the young monk Huiming as if coaxing a child.

"Look, your dead master left you a lot of treasures, all of which are very valuable. Moreover, his disciples are all over the world, and they are very talented. You are your master's direct disciple, and the chief monk of Southern Shaolin."

"Boy, do you know what a bad start means? You have money and connections now. You are rich and powerful, but instead of focusing on your career, you are talking about an old case. You are overturning a dead person's case. This is called sin!"

"Go back now and auction off the treasures left by your master. Just look at this piece of ambergris, it's worth a fortune. There are other treasures as well. You can get a lot of money by selling them. Then you will be the richest monk in Southern Shaolin."

"And then? Why do I need so much money?"

Young monk Huiming scratched his little bald head, feeling very puzzled.

He is a monk, he doesn't get married or buy a house, all his food and accommodation are provided by the temple, why does he need money?

"You don't understand this. Monks have been landlords since ancient times. The abbot who manages the money in your temple has the most influence. Do you want to be a little monk for the rest of your life? Young people have no ambitions at all!"

"Go back and buy a copy of Master Yongxin's autobiography, and watch the documentary about Northern Shaolin Temple to see how they develop."

"You are the leader of the monks, which is great, but you can only protect yourself. You have to spend money to make them your people, and then use the connections of your fellow monks to invest and make big money. When you have more money than the temple supervisor, you can become the abbot."

"Then dig it out for your damn master and put it in the pagoda."

"Gather all the monks in the world and hold a water and land ceremony to pray for the souls of those who died unjustly."

"Not only your master, but also the innocent souls killed by your master can be liberated."

"Isn't this a perfect merit, and also a way to repay your master's kindness in raising you?"

Jiang Hanwen's words were so persuasive that the little monk was so frightened that he sat on the chair in a daze. He didn't even blink, but just nodded.

"Damn, what he said sounds so reasonable!"

The little monk's heart was filled with excitement. It turned out that being a monk could be like this?
"As expected of my master, he was able to find a master like Jiang Hanwen? Maybe he felt that he had committed serious sins and wanted to hold a water and land ceremony to save the souls of the dead, but the abbot did not allow it. He was also too old to teach me, so he thought of looking for Jiang Hanwen to give me some advice."

The two money-hungry faces of the abbot and the temple supervisor flashed through the mind of the young monk Huiming.

In my heart, I believed Jiang Hanwen's words 90%.

Thinking about it carefully again, there is no way the temple would be willing to hold a ritual for an unforgivable murderer.

Only if you become the person in charge of the temple can you accomplish this.

"Donor Jiang? I am still young. Even if I want to do as you say, can I really accomplish it?"

The young monk Huiming stammered, looking very unconfident.

"Nonsense! You are definitely smart enough. Jiang has seen countless people and can never be wrong about them. Little monk, you are extremely intelligent and thoughtful, but you lack a little bit of sophistication in human relationships. With a little experience, you can easily deal with those fat bald donkeys in your temple who are obsessed with money."

Jiang Hanwen lifted the little monk from the chair, pushed him out the door, then took out a business card and stuffed it into the little monk's cloth bag.

Just send the kid out with gifts.

The little monk was still in a daze. He walked out of the door holding Jiang Hanwen's business card, looking back every few steps.

"Kid! If you can't handle something, call me!"

The little monk went down the stairs, put the business card close to him, stood in front of the square, turned around and bowed to Jiang Hanwen at the door, then turned and left.

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"Brother, if you don't want to help, then don't help. It's shameful to fool a child."

Old Zhu appeared out of nowhere and stood behind Jiang Hanwen like a ghost.

"Leader, didn't you go to inspect?"

"You are amazing for running to the door and eavesdropping."

Jiang Hanwen couldn't help but tease.

"Inspection? That's torture! The director has more power than me and speaks well. I let him take the blame and I ran away."

"By the way, are you really going to let that little monk go back to the temple to get money and snatch the position of abbot?"

Old Zhu frowned, this statement sounded like a fantasy no matter how he listened to it.

"Old Zhu, I'm not kidding the little monk. Don't you think he looks a lot like the Sixth Patriarch Huineng? Huiming, Huiming, a good name. It means wisdom and insight."

Jiang Hanwen smacked his lips and muttered to himself.

"Some people are born to be the head monk. This little monk is one of them. He is good at fighting, has profound wisdom, is rich, powerful and well-connected. He just lacks a little ambition. Believe me, those dull-witted bald monks are no match for him."

"Besides, being a host is a long-term plan, which will take at least ten to twenty years. Anyway, I think that if you are a monk, you have to be the best. If everyone does not recite the sutras and worship Buddha properly, and regards being a monk as a job, then this is not a belief, but a workplace. If it is a workplace, why should we listen to others' orders?"

"Besides, do you think it's interesting to let a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child bear the hatred of his master?"

Jiang Hanwen waved his hands and frowned.

"I know what you are going to say. I deny anything I said in the director's office just now. Unless you produce the recording, I will never admit that I said it."

"I once thought about whether this case could be made into a movie, but after thinking about it for a long time, I gave up."

"Some things cannot be said. Even if we have a good relationship, I can't make a movie to slap the department in the face, Director Zhu, don't you agree?"

Old Zhu was choked by Jiang Hanwen and stopped arguing.

"I don't know, and I'm not sure. Of course, I don't approve of you filming this case. It's an old cesspool, and the more you dig, the more it will stink. In the end, not only will you not get any benefit, but you'll also get yourself into a stink."

"Everyone makes mistakes. Even in the most righteous team, there are bound to be some bad apples. This kind of thing is unavoidable."

"That's why we need people like you to guide the trend and correct the mistakes, right?"

The fact that Lao Zhu kept speaking in official language showed that he really didn't want to talk about this matter.

Jiang Hanwen didn't think that Lao Zhu was really unaware. He was in his prime at that time and was within the system, so it was impossible for him not to know.

But since the case has been sealed from the bottom up to the ministry, it means they really want to keep the matter under wraps.

Jiang Hanwen would not stick his neck out and act like a bad guy, insisting on holding on to something.

The murderer is dead, he died of old age, died of old age.

It is no use saying more since collective punishment is not a popular idea now.

"That era has passed. Whoever did more evil has died."

Old Zhu smiled bitterly.

"Forget it. We can't dig up the dead and shoot them."

After the old man finished speaking, he sat down on the marble steps, leaned against the stone pillar, lit a cigarette and began to smoke.

Jiang Hanwen glanced at the old man on the steps, his temples were already completely white.

The gold-rimmed glasses could not hide the deep wrinkles around his eyes.

"Come on, come on, smoke mine. When in Xiguan, you have to smoke Humen Hongta. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, you know."

Jiang Hanwen took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and handed it to Lao Zhu.

The two men just sat on the steps, watching people coming and going, surrounded by smoke.

"What's the next plan?"

"Planning? I'm an actor, so of course I'm going to make a movie."

"Where?"

"East, west, east, west, I want to go to the northwest for a walk. There are always vicious cases, and I am a little tired of killing people~~"

"That's fine. Anyway, with your current status, you can walk around freely in this country."

"Old Zhu, you have a very poisonous tongue. I am a gentleman, not a crab."

"What about the director?"

"If you repay evil with kindness, how can you repay justice?"

Jiang Hanwen suddenly squinted his eyes and smiled.

"However, Director Feng has a great sense of the camera. After all, he is a photographer. If he is willing to work as an assistant director in my group, I can atone for his crime and let him go~~"

　The case violated the rules and has been deleted and modified
　
(End of this chapter)