As expected by the "Old Tunes Group", the door was quickly knocked, and the young monk named Dan Luo brought oatmeal and toast.
"Breakfast today." The monk's expression was the same as before.
Didn't he see the corpse of the grey-robed monk on the stairs? Long Yuehong muttered in his heart.
Of course, he definitely wouldn't ask that directly, wouldn't that mean there is no silver 300 taels here
"Do you have any plans for today?" Jiang Baimian asked with a smile.
Dan Luo gave her a strange look:
"Apart from not being able to leave this layer, you are all free, and you have to ask yourself if you have any arrangements."
Shang Jianyao said "oh oh" twice:
"Has the new first seat been selected?"
"Not yet." Dan Luo answered truthfully, "Now the important things are decided by all the 'Enlightened Ones' in the temple."
"Is that so..." Jiang Baimian nodded lightly and greeted Bai Chen and Long Yuehong for breakfast.
Dan Luo returned to the stairs and walked to the lower floors.
He still didn't seem to see the corpse of the gray-robed monk - it died of suffocation on the stairs leading to the seventh floor.
After breakfast, when waiting for Dan Luo to collect the tableware, Jiang Baimian and the others walked out of the room and approached the stairs like a walk after dinner.
At a glance, they found that the place where the gray-robed monk's body was lying was clean, and even the filth caused by death was gone.
Who dragged the corpse away and cleaned the stairs... Moreover, this acted like a common thing, and it was not worth telling the "Enlightened Ones" who were on duty today... Long Yuehong withdrew his gaze.
If it weren't for the discomfort in his neck, he would suspect that what he experienced in the morning was hallucinations.
In the process of walking back, Jiang Baimian and others heard the sounds of "hum, hum, hum, hum, bang, bang, bang, bang" coming from the back of Xikaluo Temple.
A few days ago, they had also vaguely heard such a movement, but at that time, they had not obtained the permission to walk on the sixth floor, so they could not observe the specific situation.
Looking at the room, Shang Jianyao took the lead and entered an open, unmanned meditation room on the opposite side.
They came to the window and looked outside.
Through the non-variegated glass windows, the four members of the "Old Tone Group" saw that in the enclosed square where the incineration tower stood, a number of gray-robed monks were scattered in different places, doing various things:
Some of them carried black semi-automatic rifles, shooting at distant targets, some held double guns, and practiced accuracy, some put down the barbell and raised it, repeating, and some ran around the edge of the square In circles, chasing each other, some put on gloves, and practiced endlessly with fellow students...
This made Long Yuehong stunned for a while, and always felt that the style of painting was not quite right.
There is nothing wrong with these things in themselves, but when combined with monks in gray robes, it seems rather strange.
In Buddhist temples, shouldn't the morning class be about paying homage to the Buddha? Why did it become shooting and fighting training
At this moment, Long Yuehong suspected that a big monk with a bullet belt, a machine gun in his hand, and shiny muscles would jump out of the temple at any time.
Moreover, what is recited is "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva".
"Isn't the 'Crystal Consciousness Teaching' more focused on spiritual practice, thinking that the body is a skin?" Jiang Baimian whispered to himself.
As soon as she finished speaking, the four members of the "Old Tunes Group" sounded the voice of Zenagar in their minds:
"Before the spirit can achieve anything, the body is still very important.
"It's just as important as a lifebuoy before you learn to swim. Blindly abandoning your body and letting it weaken will only cause you to sink into the water."
"Then why do you still practice shooting?" Shang Jianyao asked further.
He was just curious.
The Zennagar replied calmly:
"Spiritual practice cannot be accomplished by pure meditation. When the monks of our sect reach a certain stage, they have to leave the temple and travel to different places in the dust.
"During this process, the body is not strong enough, the weapon is not proficient enough, and 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 have a little gain in Buddhism will you relax your requirements for the flesh and skin."
Quite a pragmatist... Jiang Baimian grumbled.
At this moment, Long Yuehong couldn't help but think about another question:
Could it be that the now skinny Zenaga master was a bald, muscular man who could kill a person with a single punch when he was young
Or the gleaming-muscle monk with a bullet belt, a machine gun in his hand, and the face of a Zenaga master
A similar picture is too beautiful, Long Yuehong dare not imagine it.
However, judging from the fact that Zenaga loves to ride a dark black motorcycle, there is a certain possibility in those pictures!
After watching the morning exercises of the "Crystal Consciousness Cult" monks, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" returned to the room.
On this day, their attempts to escape were still unsuccessful.
In the evening, the "Old Tuning Team" made a telegram of what happened in the past two days and photographed it back to the company.
They mentioned that they were "lured" upstairs and heard the word "home", but they didn't say their own guesses.
…
The North Shore Wasteland, a city remnant with lush vegetation.
The vines wrapped around the wreckage of the building were unusually thick, glowing green and with red fruits, like poisonous snakes entangled with each other, smooth and hideous.
Similar mutant plants abound in this heavily polluted area, where dangerous aberrant animals and lurking "mindless ones" roam.
Gnavar has turned off the sound of the pollution detector, otherwise the movement of the drip will not stop until the power is exhausted.
"You guys have a rest, you have to leave this place early in the morning." Genova 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, you don't care too much about whether it will happen or not. It will be worse, but you have to think about the future, if the fatal problem is solved and life is extended, and as a result, there are a lot of diseases that are difficult to cure and will not kill you soon, that will not be good."
Although Genova's words sounded harsh, Han Wanghuo had to admit that what he said had some truth.
Han Wanghuo looked at Zeng Duo:
"Go to the car and rest. If there is an accident, you can transfer it immediately."
The level of danger in this area is not low, and there are many "hunters".
Because the battery reserve was still sufficient, Han Wanghuo and Zeng Duo went through another run and their health was not very good, so Genova asked them both to rest at the same time.
Han Wanghuo examined his state and did not insist.
…
After a period of running around, Han Wanghuo, Zeng Duo and Genawa received a telegram from Jiang Baimian and others.
It was mentioned above that after careful tests, the condition of the two people became clearer, and it is hoped that they will be treated according to the conventional plan, but the premise is that they must return to Primal City immediately and receive a comprehensive and detailed examination.
Zeng Duo and Han Wang were both surprised and delighted. With the mentality that there was no other way to give it a try anyway, together with Genava, they used the heavily polluted area to get rid of the trackers and went back to the original city.
They all remembered that Jiang Baimian and others were "invited" to the Xikaruo Temple of the "Crystal Consciousness Sect", and they did not go blindly, afraid of accidents.
"Let's go to Xiaochong's place." Genova swept his eyes with red light from side to side, "Dabai said that if there is a problem on their side, they need help, and when we return to Primal City, we will look for it first. Little Chong."
"Really?" Han Wanghuo asked suspiciously.
Although he thinks this is very reasonable and a countermeasure that he can imagine, he doesn't seem to have heard Jiang Baimian mention it himself.
Genavar moved his metal neck:
"When it was night time."
Han Wangsuo has no doubts.
Although they didn't know Xiaochong's specific identity, just from the fact that he could "communicate" with the distorted creatures, and that Jiang Baimian and others valued him so much, they could see that this child was not simple.
Zeng Duo followed Han Wanghuo and Genawa all the way to the place where Xiaochong rented, and led the child to Xikaruo 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 the seven-storey building with the earthy yellow as the base and the blue and black dotted with it appeared in front of them, the sky suddenly darkened.
It's like a rainstorm is coming.
…
Zeng Duo woke up suddenly and looked out 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 hunting and counter-hunting between mutant creatures not far away, or a confrontation between mutant creatures and the Heartless.
This requires vigilance.
Because those dangerous creatures will definitely not feel that there is anything wrong with hunting two more humans.
Han Wanghuo also woke up, and Zeng Duo took up guns and moved closer to Genova.
I actually had a dream that my disease could still be treated... In the dimly lit night, Zeng Duo sighed inwardly as he walked forward.
…
Another morning, the "old tune group" who had finished their breakfast wandered the aisles on the sixth floor, looking for opportunities to take advantage of.
After going back and forth for a few laps, they suddenly heard footsteps.
It was from the seventh floor, going down.
This... As Long Yuehong's eyes froze, Jiang Baimian said:
"Two people."
"Does not contain ghosts." Shang Jianyao affirmed in a strange way.
Bai Chen stopped, and looked at the stairs with a look of alertness.
Shang Jianyao cleared his throat and posed.
Seeing Jiang Baimian looking sideways, he said with a smile:
"Shout out for help anytime."
That is, after more than ten seconds, the two figures walked out of the stairs.
One is a jhana who is so thin that he is almost out of shape, and the other is an acquaintance of the "old-tone group".
The "beautiful middle-aged" Du Heng with long hair in a black robe!
This self-proclaimed antiquarian, with a mysterious origin, actually appeared in Sikkaro Temple and went up to the seventh floor.
"Mr. Du Heng!" Shang Jianyao shouted.
Du Heng turned his head to the side when he heard the sound, and said with a slight smile:
"Why are you here?"
"Master Zenaga said that we would bring turmoil to the first city, and he took us back and said that we would be imprisoned for ten days." Shang Jianyao said one thing, and he did not hide anything because Zenaga was by his side.
Du Heng glanced left and right amusingly:
"Then do you have anything urgent that needs to be done within ten days?"
Shang Jianyao thought about it and answered very honestly:
"No."
"Then it might be a good thing to stay here for ten days, and save money on meals and accommodation, right?" Du Heng said in a joking tone.
Jiang Baimian heard what he meant and turned to ask:
"Mr. Du Heng, what are you doing here?"
Du Heng looked back at the stairs leading to the seventh floor and sighed:
"To visit an old friend."