Fang Lang had anticipated the old monk's behavior. He smiled indifferently and asked the translator:
"What did he say just now?"
The translator was stunned by the question, his face looked a little nervous, and he slowly stretched out two fingers.
Fang Lang didn't care whether the translator's answer was true or false. Since he held up two fingers, Fang Lang would just take it as two sentences.
In this situation, all the Japanese looked at the two fingers raised by the translator, and then Fang Lang said to the back:
"Since our host has said some nonsense, let's drag these two people out!"
Soon, four soldiers came forward and dragged two monks out from the crowd. They made the two monks kneel facing the wall, and without any nonsense, they took out their pistols and fired twice.
The room suddenly became chaotic, and the women's screams almost broke Fang Lang's eardrums.
The soldiers around all raised their guns, and facing the black muzzles of the guns, everyone quickly learned to keep their mouths shut.
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Fang Lang even saw several Japanese women desperately covering their mouths with their hands to prevent themselves from making any sound, but their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Fang Lang spoke to the translator again:
"Ask again, please tell this host that this time two people will be dragged out for one nonsense."
The translator's eyes were a little evasive at this moment, and he felt that the person standing in front of him was simply a devil.
However, he did not dare to refuse the devil's request. With a trembling voice, he once again spoke to the old monk in charge, mumbling something.
This time the old monk learned his lesson. He closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and stood quietly there, looking as if he was ready to die bravely.
Seeing this scene, Fang Lang couldn't help but feel that the old monk opposite was the embodiment of justice, while he was an unforgivable robber.
If the person is not mentally strong enough, he might really be defeated at this moment.
Unfortunately, Fang Lang is not only a person who has received historical education in modern society, but also a soldier of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force who was oppressed by the Japanese in Brazil.
Soldiers who are used to seeing life and death will not have any mercy on the vested interest groups of Japan's war of aggression against China.
These people here have actually committed no fewer crimes than the soldiers on the battlefield.
First of all, the so-called nobles hiding here are the driving force behind this war. They are also the vested interest group who can reap the fruits of victory without risking their lives in the war.
These monks were the culprits who sent some Japanese youngsters to the battlefield with just a blessing or two or 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 of his hometown, he will definitely not show mercy, and will not take the initiative to choose to forgive the deceased.
Fang Lang believes in blood for blood, tooth for tooth.
Some time ago, Fang Lang had been hiding behind and encouraging the soldiers of the expeditionary force to not be too restrained.
However, as time went on, Fang Lang knew that everyone would soon be recalled to Brazil.
The political storm in Brazil is about to break out, and Fang Lang himself hopes to return to Brazil to stabilize the situation and protect his family.
Therefore, he must hurry up and complete everything he wants to accomplish in Japan.
Fang Lang looked at the old monk who seemed to be emitting a sacred aura, smiled and said:
"Since Mr. Host has chosen to remain silent, then kill them all and let us find them ourselves!"
After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave. When the soldiers heard Fang Lang's words, they immediately pulled the bolt and prepared to shoot.
The translator beside him trembled with fear and knelt on the ground and kowtowed:
"Mr. Colonel, please give me a chance, I will definitely be able to convince them."
Fang Lang glanced at the translation meaningfully. What does it mean? Does he want to be a hero?
However, Fang Lang didn't mind fulfilling his wish. After all, he said that he would help him practice Joy Zen. Just for this thoughtful service, Fang Lang had to give him a little face.
Looking at the translator kneeling on the ground, Fang Lang said coldly:
"You have one minute."
After saying this, he walked out of the room without looking back, and said to the expeditionary platoon leader who was guarding the Japanese:
"After one minute, if no one is willing to come out and lead the way, kill them all."
The platoon leader said without hesitation:
"Yes, sir!"
In fact, sometimes Fang Lang feels that Brazilian soldiers are still very useful.
Maybe it's because most of the soldiers have little education. And Brazil has a short history, jumping directly from a colonial society close to a slave society to a capitalist society.
Most of the lower-class people still have some remnant feudal ideas, so the grassroots soldiers are very obedient and will carry out the orders given without compromise.
Therefore, it is actually very easy for warlords to form in Brazil at this time, and what Fang Lang is doing now is basically equivalent to that of a small warlord.
Fang Lang walked out of the house and looked at the dark night sky, already thinking about his next move.
Since the management personnel from the Alliance Headquarters will arrive tomorrow, if I continue to stay in Osaka, I will only be able to serve as an occupying force with a police-like nature. This job is meaningless.
The right thing to do is to seize the opportunity and jump out.
Fang Lang had just thought of the beginning when the translator came out with the abbot who looked ashen.
Looking at the Japanese translator who ran over and nodded and bowed to him, Fang Lang gave him a fake smile, which scared the Japanese translator.
He quickly said:
"Mr. Colonel, the abbot has realized his mistake and has also obtained the consent of several social leaders. Now I will take you to the treasure room of Tianwang Temple."
Fang Lang was shocked when he heard this. What kind of social wise man is this? It seems that the treasure room now contains more than just the treasures of Tianwang Temple! Who knows, the treasures of Baihe Art Museum may also be here!
"Oh? From what you said, this treasure room also contains other people's collections!"
How could Fang Lang be dissatisfied with such an opportunity to take down the whole group? As he spoke, he waved his hand, signaling the two to lead the way.
The presiding abbot had a sad face the entire time and didn't say a word. It was unclear whether it was because he was afraid of saying the wrong thing and getting killed, or he just didn't want to have any communication with Fang Lang.
On the way, the Japanese translator also explained that the current treasure room of Tennoji does contain many family collections of nobles, and this is also their behavior to avoid risks.
Unexpectedly, this helped Fang Lang and gave him the opportunity to wipe out the whole thing in one fell swoop.
Soon, several people followed the presiding abbot through several Buddhist halls and came to a five-story tower. Fang Lang knew that this was the Five-Storied Tower, a famous attraction in Tianwang Temple. He did not expect that the treasure room of Tianwang Temple would be in such a conspicuous location.
As the abbot opened the door to the first floor and pushed it open, he saw a circular display cabinet with various antiques and cultural relics neatly arranged in different categories.
Even behind the antique display cabinet, Fang Lang could see some unopened wooden boxes with family crests painted on them.
Obviously, they are family collections of various nobles. What else is there to say?
Fang Lang didn't even bother to look at it and directly ordered Qi Qingshan behind him to pack the things.
The expeditionary soldiers obviously had experience, and they divided the work and cooperated with each other, and began to pack all the items in an orderly manner.
The abbot had expected this, but when the moment came and he saw the soldiers' actions, he collapsed to the ground with a pale look in his eyes.
Fang Lang didn't care. He patted Qi Qingshan on the shoulder, pointed upstairs, and motioned him to go upstairs and take a look.
He translated to the devil:
"I heard that there is an ancient Chinese Bingzi Jiaolin sword here. Ask him to take me to see it."
The translator immediately started talking to the presiding abbot.
Upon hearing the words of the Japanese translator, the presiding abbot stood up from the ground and started to scold the Japanese translator with an angry face.
Fang Lang didn't even bother to look at him twice, but instead looked carefully at the collections on the first floor, and from time to time he reminded the soldiers to handle them with care.
Finally, the Japanese translator finished communicating with the presiding abbot, and came over and whispered to Fang Lang:
"Mr. Colonel, the abbot said there is no Bingzi Jiaolin sword here, only the sword of Prince Shotoku."
"Haha... Since our abbot is so stubborn, let him be! What I want is the things, not winning or losing. Because we have already won, right?"
After hearing what the Japanese translator said, Fang Lang found it ridiculous. Just because something from China was worn by your damn prince, you directly denied his history.
After hearing Fang Lang's words, the Japanese translator immediately put on a flattering smile on his face and echoed:
"Yes, Colonel, the Allies have already won. This damn old monk is really ungrateful. Please don't bother with him."
Fang Lang found this devil's translation more and more interesting.
No matter how you look at it, it seems like he is enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens. I wonder if he will endure the hardships of life while on the sidelines!
They nodded in different voices, signaling the Japanese translator to lead the way.
Led by the presiding abbot, several people went up to the top floor of the five-story building. When the presiding abbot was about to take out the knife, he was stopped by Qi Qingshan who had followed.
Qi Qingshan stepped forward and glared at the presiding abbot, then pushed the old man away, picked up a knife box with his own hands, and handed it to Fang Lang.
Fang Lang was not polite and directly reached out to open the knife box. He saw a handleless straight knife lying quietly on the silk lining of the knife box. Fang Lang looked at the luster on the blade and couldn't help but sigh.
This is obviously the style of a straight sword from the Sui and Tang dynasties, which is completely different from the slightly upturned blade of the Japanese samurai sword. I don't know how these Japanese have the nerve to say that this is a national treasure of Japan.
Putting on gloves, Fang Lang gently stroked the words "Bingzi Jiaolin" on the blade, feeling deeply moved. This could be regarded as a national treasure returning to the hands of the Chinese.
Gently closing the knife box and signaling Qi Qingshan to keep it safe, Fang Lang looked at the presiding abbot and said:
"I heard that Tennoji in Tokyo also has many treasure rooms?"
The Japanese translator quickly translated Fang Lang's words to the presiding abbot.
When the abbot heard this, his face changed drastically and his eyes were filled with fear, as if he had seen a devil. He jumped from the fifth floor of the five-story building without hesitation.
Fang Lang had never expected that the abbot would have such a violent reaction. Originally, he just wanted to blast the abbot.
I didn't expect that the abbot would be so tough. He didn't even give Fang Lang any chance and chose to silence himself.
Doesn't he understand that his reaction is equivalent to directly telling Fang Lang, you are right?
Does this mean you have brains or you don't?
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