Although Chang Haijiang has been stationed in the ice field all the year round, he was born in the "Salvation Army" and rose to the middle level. He has a certain understanding of all aspects of the situation, and has seen several monks, and knows how to deal with the people in front of him.
He asked kindly:
"Several Zen masters, what do you want to change?"
The elderly Red Shore man replied calmly:
"Change some brown bread."
"No." Chang Haijiang shook his head, "There are grains of the same value Wowotou, do you want it?"
The old man from the Red Shore thought for a moment and said:
"Alright."
He immediately took off a small cloth bag hanging from his waist, and took out a piece of gold from it:
"Is that enough?"
Chang Haijiang took it and weighed it for a while, and discerned for a while:
"Almost 100 can be exchanged, er, I can't take out so many in a while, and there are only 30 left in the kitchen... Zen master, do you want to exchange some other supplies, or wait for the kitchen to steam new ones? "
The old Red Shore people did not hesitate:
"It's all about grains, we can wait."
"Okay." Chang Haijiang did not persuade.
The elderly Hong'an people immediately led the group of gray-robed monks in patched clothes to the door and found a place to sit on the ground.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them.
It was Shang Jianyao who was holding the "Six Consciousness Pearl".
Jiang Baimian couldn't even pull it.
Shang Jianyao followed and sat on the ground, his posture a little awkward.
He put his hands together and said:
"Namo Amu Tara Samak Sambodhi, poor monk Purdue, what do you call them?"
The old Red Shore man responded with the same courtesy:
"Namo Amadarasamyaksabodhi, poor monk Palanga."
"Are you taught by 'Crystal Consciousness'?" Shang Jianyao asked curiously.
Obviously, this is not from the "Order of Monks", they have not abandoned the flesh, technology has taught, and the machine has ascended.
Palanga shook his head:
"I'm from the 'Ascetic Ministry'."
"'Ascetic Department'?" Shang Jianyao made a puzzled voice.
He hadn't heard of it.
"We focus on asceticism, in order to temper the will, improve ourselves, and finally detach." Palanga explained in a concise and comprehensive way, without a long discussion.
He turned to ask:
"I don't know where the mage came from?"
"Monk sect." Shang Jianyao replied without hesitation.
Seeing the surprised expressions on the faces of the monks such as Palanga and the words "unbelief" written all over, he added:
"But they and I eventually parted ways over our understanding of Zen's true nature."
As he said that, he sighed, looking like an eminent monk.
After explaining, Shang Jianyao answered Palanga's question just now:
"I am not a member of any monk group. I chose this path because I had contact with different monks, read some scriptures, and gained a bit of fate.
It's just like the truth... Jiang Baimian, who was standing by the door, didn't want to recognize this guy as his companion.
However, in essence, Shang Jianyao did not lie, and Zen Master Purdue was indeed such a "person".
Palanga looked up and down at Shang Jian Yao.
His eyes swept across the string of rosary beads in the other's hand, and suddenly it solidified.
"Namo Amu Tara Samak Sambodhi." Palanga put his hands together again, and proclaimed the Buddha's name in a low voice.
He didn't ask much.
Shang Jianyao looked at the monks around him curiously:
"Why don't they speak?"
Yeah, that's too polite... Strict discipline? Jiang Baimian felt something was wrong just now.
The group of monks only listened, but did not participate in the conversation between Palanga and Shang Jianyao at all.
Normally, when the Shang Jian Yao Daily published the name "Monk Order", some of them should more or less question it.
Palanga did not lie and replied calmly:
"The monks of our 'ascetic group' practice closed mantras for at least 20 years."
"Oh, oh." Shang Jianyao had an "I understand" expression on his face, "Master, have you been cultivating for twenty years?"
Palanga nodded:
"I have practiced the closed-mouth meditation for 20 years, and I have said it for another 20 years, and I am practicing the closed-mouth meditation for the second time."
"Then, why can you speak now?" Shang Jianyao did not hide his curiosity.
Palanga's expression suddenly became a little dazed:
"Failed, I broke my own mantra."
"How could such a thing happen?" Purdue Zen Master Shang Jianyao looked concerned.
Palanga lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and proclaimed the Buddha's name:
"Namo Amu Tara Samak Sambodhi, the omen has appeared, and the great calamity is coming."
"Big catastrophe? What catastrophe?" Shang Jianyao held the "Six Consciousness Pearl" in one hand and put the other hand on his chest.
Palanga kept his mouth shut and did not speak, as if he had returned to the state he was in when he practiced the closed mantra.
Zen Master Purdue was peaceful and compassionate, and he gave up asking questions and stood up slowly.
After crossing Jiang Baimian and returning to the resting point, he put the "Six Senses Pearl" back into the tactical backpack.
Jiang Baimian didn't say anything, and followed Shang Jianyao, who did not know which personality to switch to, back to his original position and sat down.
Bai Chen and Long Yuehong looked up at them, and then cast their eyes on the dining table.
Chang Haijiang had already brought a large bowl of dried meat and a large plate of yellow wowatou.
Such a group of monks came to the icefield, could it be that they are also going... Long Yuehong just had such a thought, and forcibly turned his attention to the plate of game.
He knew that the "Bodhi" field had abilities such as "He Xin Tong" and "Heaven Ear Tong". When the distance between the two parties was less than ten meters, it was not convenient for him and others to discuss, nor dare to think about it.
The "Old Tune Group" ate the dried meat, while Chang Haijiang successively sent grilled onion venison, smoked Bei'an Lake fish, pickled cucumbers, mixed vegetables and steamed minced meat patties.
The soup is a variation of cabbage soup with a slightly sweet taste.
"The smell of venison is a bit heavy, but fortunately it's grilled." Long Yuehong let herself focus on the food while eating.
"It's obviously not artificially bred and bred, but caught in the wild." Jiang Baimian also commented.
Now this season, there are many wild animals in the south, that is, the area that was later "absorbed" by the ice sheet.
"Woooooo." Shang Jianyao stuffed his mouth full with food.
Bai Chen nodded:
"Pickled cucumbers are surprisingly good."
It is very greasy and can neutralize the fishy smell.
In general, after a few days of running around in the wilderness, the "Old Tunes Group" was quite satisfied with the meal.
Seeing the scene where the cups and plates are empty, Jiang Baimian stood up and said:
"Go back to the parking lot, you can't leave Lao Ge alone."
"Okay." Shang Jianyao responded very positively.
Bai Chen and Long Yuehong probably guessed Jiang Baimian's implication:
This group of monks didn't know if they had "heart understanding", it was better to stay away from them.
—Jiang Baimian also said before that today is a vacation, and he will open two rooms here and sleep on a spacious bed. Long Yuehong has a little expectation.
After returning to the parking lot next to his jeep, Jiang Baimian simply commanded:
"Normal night duty, take turns."
She didn't discuss those ascetic monks with the group members, for fear that they would have "early ears".
It's not enough to write it, "Tianyantong" also exists in this world.
However, there is a distance of dozens of meters between the parking lot and the house at the rest station. With the characteristics of "he mind", even if Palanga and other ascetic monks have awakened people at the level of "spiritual corridor", and they have obtained this ability, There is a high probability that the voice of the human beings here will not be heard.
The previous mechanic monk Jingfa was considered powerful in the "Sea of Origins", but he could only vaguely "hear" some key words within two or three meters.
Counting the improvement in different directions, after entering the "Spiritual Corridor", it is quite good that the awakened person can roughly "hear" a person's inner thoughts within seven or eight meters.
Of course, this belongs to the empirical inferences of Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian and others, and "Pangu creatures" did not give accurate data.
Based on this, Jiang Baimian's thoughts were slightly indulged:
"A group of monks came to the icefield, they should have rushed to Taicheng...
"If you are simply practicing asceticism, you can choose to come in winter...
"Moreover, they also collected some gold along the way to exchange for supplies, which is obviously not willing to waste too much time on replenishing food..."
For a while, Jiang Baimian didn't know whether to slow down, wait for the group of ascetic monks to visit the holy place before arriving in Taicheng, or grab them in front of them to avoid any accident.
At this time, Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong, Bai Chen, and Genava were also immersed in their own thoughts.
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The next day, the "Old Tuning Team" replenished the supplies with the remaining bills, and Bai Chen drove the car, left the rest station, and continued to go northeast.
Seven or eight minutes later, Shang Jianyao found that Palanga, a group of monks in gray patched clothes, were walking by the road in silence.
He suddenly pressed the car window and asked loudly:
"What exactly does the catastrophe refer to?"
Palanga ignored him, lowered his head slightly, folded his hands together, and walked forward step by step.