Chapter 1294 (1/2)

After ten minutes, the T-shirt man began to talk: ”Jiulin, I just asked my friend, glass drop is an ancient head drop technique in Thailand, and it's probably something that has been lost for a long time. At present, there are no experts in China who can crack it. I just inquired about several peers... ”

Speaking of this, the T-shirt man sighed, and then told me that the only one who can break the glass drop now, I'm afraid, is Azan Ming, the white clothed master in Thailand. He is the first holy monk in Thailand. He lives in the temple of King Daming. He has a profound Buddhism and is the star of all local magic.

Hearing his name, I know that he is not a simple person, and this kind of person is usually very arrogant. I'm afraid that even if I find him in Thailand, people will not help me. But with a goal is always good, I asked T-shirt where men meet?

I subconsciously think T-shirt man will go with me, who knows that he told me that he had something important to do and let me go first. Also told me that I had said hello, as long as I arrived, mage Azan Ming will definitely come out of the mountain.

Then a little reproachful asked me, how can I offend the Thais?

”I don't know what they're up to...”

I scolded angrily. After scolding, I suddenly remembered that in the event of Thai boxing king, I defeated the invincible boxing king, and even killed several Thai elders later.

I think it's those old survivors who come back and regret that they didn't cut the grass.

It's no surprise that T-shirt man listened to me. He told me that all the head teachers, elders and even monks in Thailand are called mages, just like all the disciples of Xuanmen in our country are called Taoist priests.

These mages are divided into two types: white mage and black mage.

The white mage specializes in doing good deeds to help all living beings, while the black mage is a synonym for evil forces. They often have a strict organization, and use their own power to collude with gangs to do evil. They are involved in horse racing, casinos, transportation, real estate, etc. among them, boxing is their favorite way to get money, because people in Southeast Asia are crazy about boxing Hit the game.

I killed the king of Thai Boxing at one stroke last time, which seriously infringed their interests, so they will naturally seek my revenge!

T-shirt man said that he hung up the phone, and soon sent me an address by text message, let me go first, and when he finished his business, he would meet me as soon as possible.

I didn't delay any more. I got on the plane that night and went all the way to Thailand.

This time, I didn't have any idea to play. As soon as I entered Thailand, I hurried to Daming King's temple, but I saw the walls and the gatehouse were full of small yellow and white flags, which is the only picture of Thai funeral.

I had a click in my heart, and I had an ominous premonition. Regardless of the red tape, I kicked the door open and rushed in. But after a few steps, I was found. In an instant, a group of people dressed in Thai monks' clothes surrounded me with brooms.

”Don't get me wrong. I'm a friend of mage azmin. I'm here to invite him out of the mountain.”

Obviously, it's not suitable for hard break at this time. I can't help but lower my posture, thinking that it can make you better impression on me. Unexpectedly, after I finished speaking, one of them said something to other people in Thai, and their faces changed and they seemed to rush over with their lives.

I don't understand what they mean, and it's not easy to fight back rashly. In addition to the language barrier, I jumped to the wall. Thinking of such a big move, Azan Ming must have heard it. When he came out, all the problems would be solved.

Anyway, T-shirt man gave me a picture of azamin, but I can't recognize the wrong person.

It's a pity that after waiting for a long time, Azan Ming didn't show up, but out came a young man in a Xiaoyi. His eyes were red and his face was still covered with tears. Obviously, he had just cried. After seeing me, he first gave me a gift, and then asked me, ”I'm Mr. Zhang Jiulin.”

”It's me. Where is master azaming now?” Relieved, I jumped down from the wall and asked.

As a result, the young man looked sad and sobbed, ”master, he was killed last night...”