Chapter 483 Flesh and skin
Hearing Jiang Baimian's question, "Garibaldi's" body trembled involuntarily again, and it took a long time before he swallowed his saliva and said:
"She, she is a mixed-race child, not very beautiful, but, but very flavorful, any expression of her can make you, make you ......"
"Garibaldi" glanced at the two ladies in front of him and couldn't continue.
"Can it make you have desires?" Bai Chen asked quite directly.
"Yes, yes." "Garibaldi" lowered his head in slight shame, "Even if you are extremely tired, you will still feel it."
"You are not dead yet, which means that your physical foundation is not bad." Bai Chen commented coldly.
Long Yuehong imagined the scene at that time and felt that "Garibaldi" might not be able to slow down in less than a year and a half.
Jiang Baimian rolled his eyes, looked at the ceiling of the room and said:
"Describe your appearance in detail."
"Garibaldi" calmed down and began to recall.
According to his words, the "Old Tune Group" obtained the general appearance of the ambusher:
He is less than 1.7 meters tall, his hair is black, curly and long, his eyes are light coffee, and his nose and lips have no obvious features.
And this lady's temperament is not always so unique, she is very restrained most of the time, but she looks more charming.
As for what her name is, "Garibaldi" is not clear, he only knows that Old K calls her "Feeler".
At the same time, "Garibaldi" also heard Old K talking to another "Feeler" outside the door, and his attitude towards that person was obviously different from his attitude towards this one.
Both sides are women, but Lao K's attitude is respectful and respectful, and the difference is obvious.
Therefore, "Garibaldi" suspects that the one who ambushed the "Old Tune Group" is a special one among the "feelers" of the "Most Holy of Desire" sect, and may be promoted to a higher level at any time.
"It's quite important to us." When Jiang Baimian heard this, he sighed.
The "we" here does not refer to the "old tune group", but to "Pangeo creatures".
Because the "Most Holy Desire" sect is not targeting Jiang Baimian and others, they have already left the city in all the information, otherwise with the various performances before the "Old Tune Group", it will not be a "feeler" who will be scared away by the Zenaga, but must be an awakened person at the level of the "Spiritual Corridor".
Normally, a large force emphasizes more on secrecy, means and channels in the enemy's intelligence network than strength.
Jiang Baimian looked at "Garibaldi" and turned to ask other questions:
"What exactly did you explain?"
"Garibaldi" suddenly became ashamed, lowered his head, blushed, and stammered:
"Everything that needs to be said, I've said it......
"I, I don't want to, you don't understand, in that situation, in order to be satisfied, in order not to endure terrible suffering, I can even, I can self-harm, I can do anything, she, she is like a demon from the abyss."
Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time, expressing incomprehension.
Jiang Baimian controlled his expression and nodded:
"It's better to tell everything you have explained, so as not to overlook some issues from above."
"Garibaldi" saw that his colleagues opposite him did not blame him, and his emotions eased a little, and he repeated the information he had told the "Most Holy of Desire" sect.
As he spoke, his expression suddenly fell into a trance, and he yawned a few times in a row, and his tears and snot seemed to be about to come down.
His body was vaguely twisting a little, as if some kind of pain had appeared.
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian sighed and looked sideways at Shang Jianyao.
Shang Jianyao stepped up, raised his fist, and knocked "Garibaldi" unconscious.
The "Old Tune Team" immediately used the rope prepared for survival in the wild to tie "Garibaldi" tightly, then blocked him and threw him on the bed.
It didn't take long for "Garibaldi" to wake up, constantly writhing and struggling, but no one paid attention to him.
After he calmed down a little, Jiang Baimian spoke:
"Be patient, you don't want to abolish it, do you?"
"Garibaldi" understood that he was addicted, but he couldn't control it and wanted to hit his head against the wall.
Jiang Baimian turned to look at his teammates:
"After enduring a few more times, with a certain foundation, some of the company's drugs can play a role, and it will not be so easy to re-offend in the future."
She obviously explained to Shang Jianyao and others, but in fact she gave "Garibaldi" hope.
People who fall into the hands of the "Most Holy of Desire" sect may not die, but sometimes, it is worse than death.
With the painful struggle of "Garibaldi", the "old tune group" stayed in the room until ten o'clock in the evening.
An ordinary gray-robed monk came to deliver dinner, oatmeal with bland sausages.
"Rest." Jiang Baimian glanced at the remaining two beds, looking like he didn't need to say more about how to distribute them.
At this moment, she saw a deep corridor in front of her eyes, and saw a gray-robed monk hurriedly walking forward with her hands folded.
This overlapped with the scene in the room, but it was clear.
"Did you see it?" Jiang Baimian asked in a deep voice.
"There are a lot of 'towers'." Shang Jianyao replied.
At the same time, Jiang Baimian also noticed that the walls around the room seemed to have become illusory, reflecting pagodas, iron towers, and steelmaking "towers"......
The changes continued, and Long Yuehong felt as if she had gained the attention of many people and saw different scenes:
There are dark corridors, simple rooms, futons, monks gathered, statues of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Ming Kings on the exterior walls of the Sikaro Temple, and night views of the streets around the temple......
They overlapped one after another, causing Bai Chen, Shang Jianyao and others to have an uncontrollable sense of vertigo.
"This is ......" Jiang Baimian recalled the Buddhist scriptures and old-world entertainment materials that had been made up, frowned slightly, "'Tianyan Tong'? Someone let us obtain the 'Heavenly Eye Communication' and see the picture that all the monks in the temple saw separately?"
Papapa, at this time, Shang Jianyao did not forget to applaud, his face was excited.
After a short wait, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" "saw" the gray-robed monks gathered in the main hall where the Buddha statue was seated.
They are mainly Honghe people, some have bald heads, some have inch hair, and their eyes are of various colors.
There is jhanaga in this.
Jiang Baimian saw a monk sitting at the front of the Buddha statue through the Zen master's eyes, and also saw the Zen master through the eyes of others.
The monk sitting in front of the Buddha was very old, his cheek muscles drooped severely, and his eyebrows were completely white.
His green eyes swept and he said with a smile:
"Seeing consciousness like crystal is seeing the Tathagata.
"I have entered the pure land of my Buddha Bodhi, so that you can gain eyesight and see the new world."
The old monk stood up as he spoke, and the picture in front of Jiang Baimian and the others changed again:
In the center is the current dark and wide hall, outside the main hall, buildings stand one after another, the outer layer seems to be covered with glass, and the shape is like a tall tower or a tall tower.
Between these buildings, bridges are crossed in mid-air, vehicles flow endlessly, and people who worship Buddha are riding inside.
At this time, pieces of shredded paper of different colors fell in mid-air, and clusters of dreamy and confusing brilliance bloomed.
Surrounded by them, there was a crystal-like sun.
Below the sun, there is a tall tower that penetrates deep into the clouds.
In the wide and dark hall, the monks proclaimed the Buddha's name in unison:
"Namo Arudara Three Bodhi ......"
In such a scene, the old monk had reached the top of the Sikaro temple at some point.
He stood on the edge, looked at the monks with his "Heavenly Eye Communication", and said with a slight smile:
"I will cut off my skin, break the illusion, and enter a new world."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old monk jumped suddenly and jumped out.
His figure fell rapidly and hit the ground with a bang.
Jiang Baimian and the others saw the old monk lying down the steps in various visions that were rapidly fading, his head half cracked, bright red and milky white flowing together, quickly rendered.
At this moment of "......", including Shang Jianyao, all the members of the "Old Tune Group" were stunned.
The first part they saw just now could barely be called wonderful, dreamy, solemn and sacred, but now it felt like a murder or a ghost story.
Is this cutting off the skin of the body? Why is it so evil and terrifying? Long Yuehong inexplicably suspected that the monks in the temple would tear off the human skin masks on their faces at any time, revealing the cyan face and white fangs hidden below.
After a few seconds, everything he saw disappeared, and Shang Jianyao sighed and said:
"Why don't you choose to hang yourself?"
(End of this chapter)