Hearing Jiang Baimian's question, Garibaldi's body trembled involuntarily, and it took a long time before he swallowed his saliva and said:
"She, she is a mixed race, not very beautiful, but, but very tasteful, 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 desire?" Bai Chen asked quite directly.
"Yes, yes." "Garibaldi" lowered his head slightly in shame, "Even if you are extremely tired, you will still feel the same."
"You haven't died yet, it means your body is not bad." Bai Chen commented coldly.
Long Yuehong imagined the scene at that time, and felt that "Garibaldi" might not be able to recover after 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" settled down and began to recall.
According to his words, the "Old Tune Group" obtained the approximate appearance of the ambusher:
He is less than 1.7 meters tall, his hair is black, curly and long, his eyes are light brown, and his nose and lips have no obvious characteristics. If he is not unique in temperament and has a good figure, he belongs to the one who walks on the street and will disappear in the crowd. kind.
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 her name, "Garibaldi" didn't know, he only knew that old K called 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 that of this one.
Both parties are women, but Old K's attitude is one respectful, the other respectful, the difference is obvious.
Therefore, "Garibaldi" suspects that the person who ambushed the "Old Tune Group" belongs to a relatively special one among the "feelers" of the "Sacred Desire" sect, and may be promoted to a higher rank at any time.
"It's quite important to us." Jiang Baimian sighed after hearing this.
The "we" here does not refer to the "old-tone group", but to the "Pangea".
Because the "Sacred Desire" sect is not targeting Jiang Baimian and others, they have already left the city according to all the information, otherwise, with the various performances of the "Old Tune Group" before, it will not be a person who will be punished by Zennagar. The "feelers" who are scared away must be the awakened ones at the level of "Spiritual Corridor".
Normally, a major force in the enemy's intelligence network emphasizes secrecy, means and channels rather than strength. The "Sacred Desire" sect sent such a "feeler" when it was fishing for other intelligence officers of "Pangu Creatures". The best among them is indeed worth paying attention to.
Jiang Baimian looked at "Garibaldi" and turned to ask other questions:
"What exactly did you tell me?"
"Garibaldi" suddenly became ashamed, lowered his head, blushed, and stammered:
"It's all said and done...
"I, I don't want to, you don't understand, in that case, in order to be satisfied, in order not to endure the terrible torment, I can even self-mutilate, 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, expressing incomprehension.
Jiang Baimian controlled his expression and nodded:
"Let's talk about all the things explained, lest the above overlook some issues."
Seeing that his colleague on the opposite side did not blame him, "Garibaldi" eased his emotions a little, and repeated the information he told the "Sacred Desire" sect one by one.
As he spoke, his expression suddenly became dazed, he yawned several times in a row, and his tears and snot seemed to be about to come down.
His body twitched slightly, as if there was some kind of pain.
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian looked sideways at Shang Jianyao while sighing.
Shang Jianyao stepped up, raised his fist, and knocked Garibaldi unconscious.
The "Old Tune Team" immediately tied up "Garibaldi" with the ropes prepared for survival in the wild, then gagged his mouth and threw it onto the bed.
It didn't take long for "Garibaldi" to wake up, writhing and struggling, but no one paid him any attention.
After he calmed down a little, Jiang Baimian said:
"Just bear with it, you shouldn't want to abolish it, right?"
"Garibaldi" knew he was addicted, but he couldn't control it and wanted to bang his head against the wall.
Jiang Baimian turned to look at his team members:
"Endure it a few more times, and with a certain foundation, some of the company's drugs will be able to work, and it will not be so easy to repeat it in the future."
She clearly explained to Shang Jianyao and others, but she actually gave "Garibaldi" hope.
Those who fall into the hands of the "Sacred Desire" sect may not die, but sometimes they are worse than death.
With "Garibaldi" struggling, "Old Keys" stayed in the room until ten o'clock at night.
An ordinary gray-robed monk had come to deliver dinner, oatmeal with bland sausages.
"Let's rest." Jiang Baimian glanced at the remaining two beds, as if he didn't need to say more about how to allocate them.
At this moment, she saw a flower in front of her eyes, saw a deep corridor, and saw gray-robed monks hurried forward with their hands folded.
This overlaps with the scene in the room, but it is distinct.
"Did you see it?" Jiang Baimian asked in a deep voice.
"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 a number of Buddhist pagodas, iron towers, and steel-making "towers"...
The changes continued, and Long Yuehong felt that she seemed to have gained the attention of many people and saw different scenes:
There are dark corridors, simple rooms, futons, monks gathered together, statues of Buddha, Bodhisattva and King Ming on the outer wall of Sikkaro Temple, and night scenes of various streets around the temple...
When they overlapped, Bai Chen, Shang Jianyao and the others all had an uncontrollable sense of dizziness.
"This is..." Jiang Baimian recalled the Buddhist scriptures and old world entertainment materials that he had made up for, and frowned slightly, "'Tianyantong'? Someone gave us the 'Tianyantong' and saw the pictures that all the monks in the temple saw separately?"
Papapa, Shang Jianyao didn't forget to applaud at this time, his face was excited.
After a short wait, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" "saw" the gray-robed monks gathered in the hall where the Buddha statues were seated.
They are mainly people from Honghe, some have bald heads, some have inch hair, and their eyes are of various colors.
There is jhana in it.
Jiang Baimian not only saw a monk sitting in front of the Buddha statue through the eyes of the Zen master, but also saw the Zen master through the eyes of others.
The monk sitting in front of the Buddha is very old, his cheek muscles sag seriously, and his eyebrows are completely white.
He swept his green eyes and said with a smile:
"Seeing consciousness like a crystal is seeing the Tathagata.
"I have entered my Buddha's Bodhi's Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, and I should let you all gain eye-consciousness and view the new world."
The old monk stood up while talking, and the scene in front of Jiang Baimian and the others changed again:
The center is the current dark, wide and deep hall. Outside the hall, buildings stand erect, the outer layers seem to be covered with glazed glass, and the shapes are all like tall towers or just tall towers.
Between these buildings, the bridge spans the air, and the vehicles are constantly flowing, and the people inside are all people who worship the Buddha.
At this time, pieces of shredded paper of different colors fell in the air, and a group of dreamy and blurred brilliance bloomed.
They are surrounded by a crystal-like sun.
Below the big sun, is a tower that penetrates deep into the clouds.
In the deep and dark hall, the monks announced the Buddha's name in unison:
"Namo Anuttara Samak Sambodhi..."
In such a scene, the old monk had reached the topmost floor of the Sikkaro Temple at some point in time.
He stood on the edge, looked at the monks with "Tianyantong", smiled slightly:
"I will cut off the skin, break through the falsehood, and enter a new world."
As soon as the words fell, the old monk jumped suddenly and jumped out.
His figure fell rapidly, hitting the ground with a thud.
Jiang Baimian and others saw this old monk lying on the bottom of the steps in the rapidly fading horizons, with his head half-cracked, bright red and milky white flowing together, quickly rendered.
"..." At this moment, including Shang Jianyao, all the members of the "Old Tune Group" were stunned.
The front part they saw just now could barely be called a fantastic dream, solemn and sacred, but now there is a murder case, a ghost story feeling.
This is to cut off the flesh and skin? Why is it so evil, so creepy? 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 blue faces 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?"