Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 115 Bingzi Jiaolin Sword

  Fang Lang had expected this old monk's performance, smiled indifferently, and asked the translator:

   "What did he just say?"

  The translator was taken aback by the question, his face was a little nervous, and he slowly stretched out two fingers.

  Fang Lang doesn't care whether the translator's answer is true or not, since he stretched out two fingers, Fang Lang should treat it as two sentences.

  In this case, all the Japanese looked at the **** stretched out by the translator, and then Fang Lang said to his back:

   "Since our host has said two nonsense, let's drag two people out!"

   Soon four soldiers stepped forward and dragged two monks from the crowd. Let the two monks kneel facing the wall, and without any nonsense, they directly took out their pistols and "bang bang" twice.

   There was a sudden chaos in the room, and the screams of the women almost burst Fang Lang's eardrums.

  All the soldiers around raised their guns, facing the black muzzle, everyone quickly learned to shut up.

  Fang Lang even saw a few Japanese women desperately covering their mouths with their hands to prevent themselves from making a sound, but their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.

   Seeing everyone quiet down, Fang Lang said to the translator again:

   "Ask again, please tell this host, two people will be dragged out this time if you say nonsense."

   The translator's eyes were a little dodgy at this time, and he felt that the person standing in front of him was a devil.

  However, he dared not refuse the devil's request. With a slightly trembling voice, he turned to the presiding old monk again, murmuring.

  This time the old monk learned his lesson, he closed his eyes, clasped his hands, and stood there quietly, with the air of a generous death.

   Seeing the scene in front of him, Fang Lang unconsciously felt that the old monk opposite was the embodiment of justice, but he was a heinous robber.

  If it is a person whose mind is not firm enough, he may really be defeated at this time.

  Unfortunately, Fang Lang is a person who has not only received historical education in modern society. It is even a soldier of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force who was bullied by Japanese in Brazil.

  I am used to seeing soldiers who live and die, and I don’t have any compassion for these groups with vested interests in the Japanese war of aggression against China.

   These people here are actually no less guilty than soldiers on the battlefield.

  First of all, the so-called aristocrats hiding here are the behind-the-scenes forces who launched this war, and they are also the vested interest class that can grab the fruits of victory behind without risking their lives in the war.

   And these monks are the culprits who sent some Japanese young people to the battlefield with a few words of blessing and a talisman.

  Compared to what the devils did in his hometown, Fang Lang felt that he was simply a gentleman.

  Since he has the opportunity to avenge the people in his hometown, he will never be soft, let alone choose to forgive the dead on his own initiative.

  Fang Lang believes in blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

  Some time ago, Fang Lang had been hiding behind to encourage the soldiers of the expeditionary army, so he didn't need to be too restrained.

  However, as time went by, Fang Lang knew that everyone would be recalled to Brazil soon.

  The political storm in Brazil is about to erupt soon, and Fang Lang himself hopes to return to Brazil to stabilize the situation and protect his family.

   Therefore, he must hurry up and complete all the things he wants to accomplish in Japan.

  Fang Lang glanced at the old monk who seemed to be exuding divine brilliance, smiled and said:

   "Since Mr. Host chooses to remain silent, let's kill them all, let's go find them ourselves!"

   After finishing speaking, they were about to turn around and leave. When the soldiers heard Fang Lang's words, they pulled the bolt and were ready to shoot.

  The interpreter beside him was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed:

   "Mr. Colonel, please give me a chance, I will be able to convince them."

   Fang Lang glanced at the translation with a little deep meaning, what does it mean, this is wanting to be a hero!

  But Fang Lang didn't mind fulfilling him, after all, he said that he would help him arrange to practice Joy Zen, and Fang Lang wanted to give him a little face for this kind of considerate service.

  Looking at the translator kneeling on the ground, Fang Lang said coldly:

   "You have a minute."

   After speaking, he walked out of the room without looking back, and said to the platoon leader of the expeditionary force who was guarding the Japanese:

   "After a minute, if no one is willing to come out and lead the way, kill them all."

  The platoon leader said without hesitation:

"Yes, sir!"

  Actually, sometimes Fang Lang felt that Brazilian soldiers were still very useful.

  Maybe because most of the soldiers have little culture. And Brazil has a short history, jumping directly from a colonial society close to a slave society to a capitalist society.

  Most of the people at the bottom still have some residual feudal ideology, so the soldiers at the bottom are very obedient, and the orders issued by the soldiers are carried out without compromise.

  So, Brazil in this era is actually very easy to form a warlord, and what Fang Lang is doing now is basically equivalent to a small warlord.

   Fang Lang, who walked out of the house, glanced at the dark night sky, already thinking about the next move in his heart.

  Since the management staff of the Tomorrow League General is coming, if I stay in Osaka, I can only be a police occupation army, which is meaningless.

   Hurry up and jump out is the right way.

  Fang Lang just thought about the beginning, and the translator came out with the host abbot with a pale face.

  Looking at the devil translator who ran over and nodded and bowed to him, Fang Lang showed him a half-smile expression, which scared the devil translator enough.

   hurriedly opened the mouth and said:

   "Mr. Colonel, the presiding abbot has realized his mistake, and has also obtained the consent of several social sages. Now I will take you to the treasure room of Tennoji Temple."

   When Fang Lang heard it, what kind of social sages are there? Look at this, it means that there are not only treasures from Tianwang Temple in the treasure room now! Maybe the hidden treasure of Baihe Art Museum is here now!

   "Oh? I hear you mean that there are other people's collections in this treasure room!"

   How could Fang Lang be dissatisfied with this kind of opportunity that can be done in one pot! As he spoke, he waved his hands, motioning for the two to lead the way.

  The presiding abbot was crying all the time, without saying a word, and he didn't know if it was because he was afraid of saying the wrong thing and causing death, or because he didn't want to have any communication with Fang Lang.

  The translator on the road also explained that there are indeed many noble family collections in the treasure room of Tianwang Temple, which is also their behavior to avoid risks.

   Unexpectedly, Fang Lang was directly fulfilled, giving him the opportunity to take it all away.

   Soon, several people followed the abbot through several Buddhist halls and came to a five-story tower. Fang Lang knew that this was the five-story building, a famous scenic spot in Tianwang Temple. He didn't expect that the treasure room of Tianwang Temple would be in such a prominent position.

  Following the abbot opened the door on the first floor, pushed the door and walked in, there is a circular shelf, where all kinds of antiques and cultural relics are neatly arranged in different categories.

  Even behind the bogu shelf, Fang Lang could still see unopened wooden boxes with some family emblems painted on them.

   It is obviously a family collection of various nobles, what else is there to say?

   Fang Lang didn't even bother to look at it, so he ordered Qi Qingshan behind him to pack the box.

  The soldiers of the expeditionary force obviously already had experience, and they began to pack all the items in an orderly manner.

   Although the presiding abbot has long expected. However, at this moment, seeing the actions of these soldiers, he slumped to the ground, his eyes were all gray.

  Fang Lang didn't care, he patted Qi Qingshan on the shoulder, pointed upstairs, and motioned him to go up and have a look.

  He translated to the devil:

   "I heard that there is an ancient Chinese Bingzi Jiaolin sword here, let him take me to see it."

  The translator hurriedly murmured at the host abbot.

  Hearing the devil's translation, the host abbot suddenly stood up from the ground, angrily spitting at the devil's translation.

   Fang Lang didn't even bother to look at him twice, but carefully looked at the collection on the first floor, and from time to time told the soldiers to handle it with care.

  Finally, the ghost translator finished communicating with the host abbot, and he came over and said softly to Fang Lang:

   "Mr. Colonel, the abbot said that there is no Bingzi Jiaolin sword here, only Prince Shotoku's saber."

   "Haha. Since our abbot is so stubborn, let him go! What I want is something, not winning or losing. Because we have already won, haven't we?"

   Hearing the devil's translation, Fang Lang thought it was ridiculous. Things from China have been worn by your **** prince, so he directly denied his history.

   After listening to Fang Lang's words, the ghost translator immediately had a flattering smile on his face, and echoed repeatedly:

   "Yes, Mr. Colonel, the Confederate States have already won. This damned old monk really doesn't know how to praise him. Please don't care about him like him."

  Fang Lang felt more and more that this devil's translation was interesting.

   No matter how you look at it, it's a bit of humiliation. I don't know if I will try my best when I am on the side!

  Nodding with different expressions, he motioned for the ghost translator to lead the way.

   Several people went up to the top floor of the five-story building under the leadership of the abbot. The abbot was about to take out the knife, but was stopped by Qi Qingshan who was following up.

  Qi Qingshan stepped forward and gave the host abbot a hard look, pushed the old man away, took a knife box with his own hands, and handed it to Fang Lang.

  Fang Lang was not polite, he stretched out his hand to open the knife box, and saw a handleless straight knife lying quietly on the silk lining of the knife box. Fang Lang couldn't help sighing as he looked at the luster on the knife.

   This is obviously the straight sword style of the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It is completely different from the slightly upturned blade shape of the Japanese samurai sword. I don’t know how these Japanese have the face to say that it is a national treasure of Japan.

   Putting on gloves, Fang Lang gently stroked the words "Bingzijiaolin" on the body of the knife, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart. This can be regarded as the national treasure returning to the hands of the Chinese themselves.

   Gently closed the knife box, signaling Qi Qingshan to keep it safe, Fang Lang looked at the abbot and said:

   "I heard that Tennoji Temple in Tokyo also has many treasure rooms?"

  The ghost translator quickly translated Fang Lang's words to the host abbot.

  As a result, when the abbot heard it, his face changed drastically, his eyes were terrified, as if he saw a devil, and he jumped from the fifth floor of the five-story building without hesitation.

  Fang Lang never expected that the abbot would have such a violent reaction. Originally, he just wanted to blow up the abbot.

   I didn't expect the abbot to be so stubborn, so he didn't give Fang Lang any chance, and chose to kill himself.

   Doesn't he understand that his reaction is equivalent to telling Fang Lang directly, is what you said right?

  Does this mean you have brains or does it say you have no brains?

  (end of this chapter)