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Chapter 43

There are no relatives, and they have to go to the prison. If you don’t go to the prison, you don’t have the money to stay in a hotel. What should you do? When Xiao Yulong and his partner plainclothes came back, they asked Maitreya if they had relatives. Maitreya shook his head directly.

"We have already found the suspect who steals the gem cross. Don't worry, but we can't tell you about this smuggling. Where is your hometown in the mainland? Do you have family?" Xiao Yulong shook his head when he saw Maitreya, and then asked for the information in detail.

"My hometown is in Anhui Province, and there is no one at home. I came out with everyone. Later, I got separated for some reason. In fact, it doesn't matter where I go. Where will the police station send me?" Maitreya casually compiled his origin and then asked about his possible places.

"I don't know, maybe it's repatriation, maybe it's a refugee camp, or maybe it's a jail. Are you afraid?" The plainclothes partnered with Xiao Yulong was a middle-aged man with pale hair and a bit ferocious face. He smiled and talked to Maitreya.

"Fear." Maitreya nodded slightly when he saw the middle-aged man in plain clothes, and said that he was not worried whether he was in jail, refugee camp, or repatriation. He was worried that it would be an unexpected ending for the other party. As expected, it was just like what Lao Lin said, "What he didn't know is the most terrifying thing."

"Haha, actually, don't be afraid. People who come to Hong Kong these days are not the only ones you, haha." The middle-aged man looked worried when he saw Maitreya's face, and couldn't help but smile with a satisfied smile. Then he suddenly remembered and said:

"My name is Liu Zhaoming. You can call me Mingsir, where are you?"

"My name is Wang Zimi, Ming Sir." Maitreya looked at the middle-aged man like a big brother, and was so obedient that he followed the words and asked.

"Hey, you believe in Buddhism!" Liu Zhaoming didn't care much about Maitreya's obedience. He unconsciously turned his head away. Seeing the Buddhist beads on Maitreya's neck and wrist, he asked in surprise.

"Well, I've been a monk." Maitreya nodded.

"The mainland is not saying..."

The topic gradually ran away. Maitreya sat in the back row, Xiao Yulong and Liu Zhaoming sat in the front row, and Xiao Yulong drove and took everyone back to the police station office building in the suburbs.

As Liu Zhaoming said, at this time, in Hong Kong, countless Chinese people came to bypass the border inspection, and Maitreya was not embarrassed. Even the previous case of the stolen gem cross was not asked. He was asked only a few questions about his origin and was invited into a somewhat gloomy cell.

"Hey, newcomer, are you committing contempt? Come in the Zhongyuan Festival." There was only one resident in the Yinsen cell. Seeing someone coming in through the fence, I couldn't help but ask in cheerful Cantonese.

"Aren't you here in the Zhongyuan Festival?" Maitreya looked at the guy who looked thin and smart and happy, and couldn't help but smile and say something while a little surprised. The life he had been here was just the Ullambane Club. This was a coincidence!

"Mainland?" The prison guest suddenly captured the strange place of Maitreya.

Maitreya was seen at a glance and did not conceal the refutation, but nodded, and then there was no more. The guy stopped talking after hearing his words, and had no contempt, but he just couldn't find any common topics.

A prisoner soon appeared in the uninhabited prisoner Curie. A guy who was handcuffed by the police, with a slightly fat body and a little vulgar in glasses was sent in and locked up in the number bar next to Maitreya. As soon as the policeman who was waiting to be sent away, the man began to curse:

"This group of dead men will not calm down during the Zhongyuan Festival."

"Loach King, what are you doing today?" The thin prison guest on the other side asked as he heard the voice.

"What's your business? A bad gambling guy." The despicable fat prisoner said with a retaliation.

"Cut, Loach King."

Looking at the two obviously recognized prison guests, Maitreya didn't say anything, but just listened to them quarrel carefully, then closed his eyes and chanted mantras, and in an instant he entered into samadhi. After he became the Buddha's light, he entered into samadhi much faster.

The two quarreled outside for a while and felt that both of them were saying something unnutritious, they muttered and fell silent, and the prison suddenly became silent.

Time flowed by bit by bit, and the Vajra Buddha light flowed in Maitreya's body, and the whole body was quiet and peaceful, still. After the clock in the police station crossed the eleven o'clock at night, a sudden trace of inspiration flashed through my heart, and thoughts were splattering like magnetic waves.

The corridors of the entire police building, clock machines, inmates who were shouting in the trousers on both sides, and police officers working at night were included in Maitreya's divine consciousness in the blink of an eye. Even the fragrance of the midnight snack on the table could be smelled by Maitreya. However, in the state of concentration, he was greedy and could not drool.

"This is the Heavenly Eye Power!" Maitreya was in the state of concentration, and he saw the entire police station. He felt a little clear in his heart that he had opened the Heavenly Eye Power among the six supernatural powers.

The Diamond Sutra says that there are five eyes and six powers. The so-called five eyes refer to five types of naked eyes, heavenly eyes, wisdom eyes, Dharma eyes, and Buddha eyes. The six supernatural powers are the divine eye, heavenly ears, other hearts, fate, divine feet and all leakages.

The so-called enlightenment means freedom and no obstacles. Although there is a saying of the five eyes and six powers, there is only one essence, which is to overcome tangible or intangible obstacles, to see, listen, and to know how to act.

Maitreya initially gained the ability to see the divine eye through the Vajra Mantra meditation practice. Similar to the divine thoughts in the novel, he can cross the obstacles of vision in the state of concentration, and put everything around him into the divine eye, opening a map view.

Although Maitreya's realm and magic power is not enough. Not to mention the physical body, even the state of concentration still has obstacles. For everything, you can only look at a complete image, and you cannot take every grass, a tree, movement and a stillness into your eyes. You can see the true nature of things at a glance, but you cannot force too much in your life.

While trying to force himself, Maitreya watched the situation in the police station with his eyes, and finally set his eyes on the fire outside the police building. He saw two men and one woman and three police officers burning at night at twelve o'clock, throwing yellow paper, golden boy and jade girl into the fire, and then started a conversation.

Although Maitreya's heavenly eyes cannot see through everything, their consciousness can be concentrated and they can open their ears and listen to their conversations.

Among the three police officers, two men were plainclothes, one tall and the other was short. The tall one was young and handsome, and they looked a bit similar to Zhiqiu Yiye. The name on the ID card on his chest was Jin Maiki, while the short one was a little vulgar, with a mushroom head on his ID card. The name on the ID card was Meng Chao. The two were chatting with Ayan, a girl in police uniform, and the topic was unknowingly about the topic.

"A Yan, do you know where our police station used to be?" Facing Jin Mackey's question, A Yan, with a delicate figure, looked at the pink paper girl in the fire, shook her head, and Meng Chao next to him took advantage of the situation and spoke:

"Guess!"

"Funeral Home!" Ayan let go of her imagination, but Kim McGee shook her head.

"No, I tell you, this place used to be a Japanese army club. When Japan surrendered, they committed suicide by collectively separating themselves. In order to prevent their ghosts from causing trouble, we have to burn more golden boys and jade girls to serve them."

"Then why do you need to burn at twelve o'clock?"
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