As expected by the "Old Tune Group", there was a quick knock on the door, and the young monk named Dan Luo brought oatmeal and toast.
"Today's breakfast." The monk's expression was no different from before.
Didn't he see the corpse of the gray-robed monk on the stairs? Long Yuehong muttered in her heart.
Of course, he would definitely not ask this directly, wouldn't it be that there were no three hundred taels of silver here?
"Do you have any arrangements for today?" Jiang Baimian asked with a smile.
Dan Luo glanced at her strangely:
"Except for not being able to leave this floor, you are all free, and you have to ask yourself what arrangements you have."
Shang Jianyao said "oh" twice:
"Has the new first seat been elected?"
"Not yet." Dan Luo replied truthfully, "Now important matters are decided by the discussion of all the 'enlightened people' in the temple."
"That's right......" Jiang Baimian nodded lightly and greeted Bai Chen and Long Yuehong to enjoy breakfast.
Dan Luo returned to the staircase and walked to the floors below.
He still didn't seem to see the body of the gray-robed monk, who died of suffocation on the stairs leading to the seventh floor.
After breakfast, while waiting for Dan Luo to come to collect the tableware, Jiang Baimian and others left the room and approached the staircase as if they were walking after a meal.
They looked at it and found that the place where the corpse of the gray-robed monk was lying was clean, and even a little dirt caused by death was gone.
Who dragged the body away and cleaned the stairs...... Moreover, this seems like a common thing, and it is not worth telling today's rotating "enlightened people"...... Long Yuehong withdrew her gaze.
If it weren't for the discomfort in his neck, he suspected that the morning experiences were hallucinations.
On the way back, Jiang Baimian and others heard the sounds of "hum haha" and "bang bang" coming from the back of Sikaro Temple.
A few days ago, they had actually vaguely heard such movements, but at that time they had not yet obtained permission to walk on the sixth floor, so they could not observe the specific situation.
In a blink of an eye, Shang Jianyao led the way to an open, uninhabited Zen room opposite.
They came to the window and looked outside.
Through the unmotegated glass windows, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" saw a monk in a gray robe scattered in different places in the closed square where the incinerator stood, doing various things:
Some of them held black semi-automatic rifles and shot at targets in the distance, some held double guns, practicing accuracy, some put down the barbell and lifted it up, repeating it over and over again, some ran around the edge of the square, chasing each other, and some put on fist gloves and practiced with their fellow disciples......
This made Long Yuehong stunned for a moment, and she always felt that the style of painting was not too right.
There was nothing wrong with these things in themselves, but when combined with the monk in the gray robe, it seemed quite strange.
In Buddhist temples, shouldn't morning classes be Zen worship and Buddha worship, why did it become shooting and fighting training?
At this moment, Long Yuehong suspected that a big monk with a bullet belt in his hand, a machine gun in his hand, and shiny muscles would jump out of the temple at any time.
Moreover, what is being recited is "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva".
"Isn't the 'Crystal Consciousness Teaching' more focused on spiritual practice, thinking that the body is the skin?" Jiang Baimian whispered to himself.
As soon as she finished speaking, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" heard the voice of Zenaga in their minds:
"The flesh is still important until the spirit is achieved.
"Just like before you learned to swim, a lifebuoy is just as important, blindly giving up the body and letting it weaken will only cause you to sink into the water."
"Then why do you still need to practice shooting?" Shang Jianyao asked further.
He was purely curious.
The jhanaga replied peacefully:
"Spiritual practice cannot be completed by pure meditation, and the monks of our sect have to leave the temple and travel to different places in the gray soil at a certain stage.
"In this process, if the body is not strong enough and the weapons are not proficient enough, it is easy to lose life and no longer have the opportunity to temper the spirit.
"Only when you reach the age of a poor monk and gain a little in Buddhism will you relax your requirements for your physical skin."
It's quite a pragmatist...... Jiang Baimian muttered.
At this moment, Long Yuehong couldn't help but think about another question:
Could it be that Master Zenaga, who is now so thin that he is almost out of shape, was he a bald man who was muscular and could kill people with one punch?
Or, the monk wearing a bullet belt, holding a machine gun in his hand, and shiny muscles just has the face of Master Zenaga?
Similar pictures are too beautiful for Long Yuehong to imagine.
However, judging from the fact that Zenaga loves to ride a jet-black motorcycle, those pictures really have a certain possibility!
After watching the morning practice of the monks of the "Crystal Consciousness Sect" for a while, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" returned to the room.
On this day, they still failed to find an opportunity to escape.
In the evening, the "old tune team" drafted a telegram of the two days on time and took it back to the company.
They mentioned being "lured" upstairs and hearing the word "Home", but they didn't talk about their own guesses.
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The wasteland of the North Shore, in a lush urban ruins.
The vines wrapped around the wreckage of the building were unusually thick, greenish-green, and covered with red fruits, like poisonous snakes entangled with each other, slippery and ferocious.
Similar mutant plants abound in this heavily polluted area, and dangerous aberrant animals and lurking "mindless people" roam among them.
Gnava had turned off the sound of the pollution detector, otherwise the movement would not stop until the battery ran out.
"You take a break, you have to leave this place tomorrow morning." Gnawa said in a professional tone, "Otherwise, there is a high probability that there will be sequelae in the future. Although your physical condition is not very good now, and you don't care too much about whether it will be worse, you have to think about the future, if the fatal problem is solved, life is extended, and there are still a bunch of diseases that are difficult to cure and will not cause you to die quickly, it will not be good."
Although Gnawa's words sounded a bit harsh, Han Wanghuo had to admit that what he said made some sense.
Han Wanghuo looked at Zeng Duo:
"Go to the car to rest, any accident can be transferred immediately."
The danger level in this area is not low, and "hunters" abound.
Because the battery reserves were still sufficient, Han Wanghuo and Zeng Duo experienced another run and were not in good physical condition, so Gnawa asked the two of them to rest at the same time.
Han Wangduo examined his state and did not insist.
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After a period of travel, Han Wanghuo, Zeng Duo and Gnawa received telegrams taken by Jiang Baimian and others.
It said that after careful testing, the condition of the two became clearer, and there was hope that they would be treated according to the usual plan, but only if they had to return to the original city immediately for a comprehensive and detailed examination.
Zeng Duo and Han Wanghuo were both surprised and delighted, with the mentality that there was no other way to give it a try anyway, and together with Gnava, they used the heavily polluted area to get rid of the tracker and go back to the original city.
They all remember that Jiang Baimian and others were "invited" to the Sikaro Temple of the "Crystal Consciousness Sect" as guests, and they did not go blindly, fearing accidents.
"Let's go to Xiao Chong." Gnava's red eyes swept left and right, "Dabai said that if something goes wrong over there, they need help, and we have returned to the original city, so we will go to Xiao Chong first."
"Really?" Han Wanghuo asked suspiciously.
Although he felt that this was very reasonable and a countermeasure he could imagine, he didn't seem to have heard Jiang Baimian mention it himself.
Gnava moved the neck made of metal:
"When I was on night duty before."
Han Wanghuo no longer has any doubts.
Although they didn't know Xiao Chong's specific identity, just from the fact that he could "communicate" with aberrant creatures and was valued so much by Jiang Baimian and others, they could see that this child was not simple.
Zeng Duo followed Han Wanghuo and Gnava all the way to the place where Xiao Chong rented the place and led the child to Sikaro Temple.
As a relic hunter who has been in the area around the original city for a long time, Zeng Duo still knows where the temple is.
When a seven-story building with earth yellow as the background and blue and black appeared in front of their eyes, the sky suddenly darkened.
It's like having a rainstorm on the horizon.
…………
Zeng Duo suddenly woke up and looked out of the open car door.
A thin mist filled the surroundings, and a faint smell of blood came over.
Based on her own experience, she judged that there should be a hunt and counter-hunt between aberrant creatures not far away, or a confrontation between aberrant creatures and "heartless people".
This requires vigilance.
Because those dangerous creatures would definitely not feel that there was anything wrong with hunting two more humans.
Han Wanghuo also woke up, and Zeng Duo took guns separately and moved closer to Gnawa.
I actually dreamed that I could still be cured of my illness...... In the dim night, Zeng Duo sighed in his heart as he moved forward.
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Another morning, after breakfast, the "old tune team" strolled through the aisles on the sixth floor, looking for opportunities to take advantage of.
After going back and forth a few times, they suddenly heard a sound of footsteps.
It came from the seventh floor and was going down.
This...... While Long Yuehong's eyes froze, Jiang Baimian said:
"Two people."
"Not including ghosts." Shang Jianyao affirmed in a strange way.
Bai Chen stopped and looked at the staircase with a wary face.
Shang saw that Yao cleared his throat and posed.
Seeing Jiang Baimian looking sideways, he said with a smile:
"Shout for help at any time."
That is, after more than ten seconds, two figures walked out of the staircase.
One is a janaga who is so thin that he is almost out of shape, and the other is actually an acquaintance of the "old tune group".
Wearing a black robe and long hair, the "middle-aged" Du Heng!
This man who claimed to be an antiquarian and had a mysterious origin actually appeared in Sikaro Temple and went up to the seventh floor.
"Teacher Du Heng!" Shang Jianyao shouted.
Du Heng heard the sound and turned his head sideways, and said with a slight smile:
"Why are you here?"
"Master Chanaga said that we would bring turmoil to the original city, arrested us, and said that we would be detained for ten days." Shang Jianyao had one thing to say, and he didn't hide anything at all because Zenaga was next to him.
Du Heng glanced left and right amusedly:
"Then do you have any important matters that need to be done within ten days?"
Shang Jianyao thought for a while and replied very honestly:
"No."
"Then staying here for ten days might be a good thing, and you can save money on food and accommodation, right?" Du Heng said in a joking tone.
Jiang Baimian heard what he meant, and asked instead:
"Teacher Du Heng, what are you doing here?"
Du Heng looked back at the stairs leading to the seventh floor, sighed and said:
"Come to visit an old friend."
(End of this chapter)