People who followed them approached and said they were curious and wanted to see the postcards they bought.
This is a "polite" way of saying that the four of them respect Cheng Muyun, a former hero, and before any routine inspection, there will be a high-sounding reason.
Wen Han was very concerned. After handing it to the man, he stared at him indifferently until the man returned the postcard embarrassingly to himself: "Sorry, the little stories on these postcards are very attractive, and I have read them for a long time." Find any excuse.
"Really?" Wen Han flipped through the postcard in his hand: "You also believe in Buddhism?"
The other party was successfully choked by this Moscow girl.
Wen Han sorted out the messed up stack of postcards, the first one happened to be the panorama of Luyeyuan. She raised her arms and turned her back to the sun, trying to see the pattern above.
It is a stupa under the sun, standing alone on the open grass, and there is a towering linden tree not far away.
Turning it over, it was as the man said, with a short story in English on the back, about the connection between Luyeyuan and Buddhism.
"This is one of the four holy places of Buddhism in India. After the Buddha became enlightened, he told here for the first time the boundless sea of suffering, the cause and effect of good and evil, and the reincarnation of life. He received the first five disciples and monks," Cheng Muyun gently translated, "Since then, Buddha, Dharma and Sangha have both, and Indian Buddhism begins here.”
"Actually..." Wen Han looked up at him, "I also want to know, is there anything special about this postcard? Except for the scene above? What do you use them for?"
"I bought it entirely because you like it," Cheng Muyun smiled slowly and shook his head: "There is nothing special. Oh yes, if there is anything special, I remember that the Chinese monk named Xuanzang took it in Luye Garden. Go away from the scriptures."
"You know I'm not asking about Buddhist allusions." She looked at him seriously.
Cheng Muyun shrugged and smiled: "It seems that my credibility in your heart has dropped to the lowest level."
Wen Han looked at him calmly, and began to doubt his own judgment: "Could it be that that lady boss really came to say goodbye to you?"
"It is, it is not."
The conversation between the two of them was careful. When he talks to Wen Han, he always maintains a very intimate posture. His lips touch her ear bones from time to time, as if he was talking about something seductive.
"You must be lying to me," something came to her mind, she couldn't grasp the clue, but she still muttered, "Come back to Wananasi... and not just to be with me?"
Her blue-black pupils were full of conjectures.
Two "sacred cows" passed by her, snarling their necks and calling out twice.
Wen Han turned back reflexively, and was pulled by his wrist, avoiding the collision of these sacred cows, but fell into his generous chest.
In the filthy and messy streets of India, full of puddles and livestock manure, he used his lips to block her many doubts. Next to him was an Indian man who was facing the corner, grinning, lifting his trousers hastily, laughing and booing in English.
In the crooked alleys, there are people like this everywhere. Many people here do not have the concept of toilets, let alone all kinds of mammals. The feces of various livestock are flowing and piled up everywhere under their feet... He even hugged her by the waist when he kissed her. , let her escape the filthy puddles under her feet.
But the four monitors who followed Cheng Muyun were not so quick. They were originally on missions in neighboring countries and were temporarily transferred here to take charge of the case of the mysterious team leader "Cheng Muyun". Therefore, there is only a preliminary understanding of places like India.
Just kidding, Wananasi, shouldn't it be a holy place
How come the excrement is all over the place, and it will converge to the Ganges River along the water flow... The woman among the four monitors is obviously uncomfortable. Her high heels have been stained with dirty things, frowning, looking at these two men and women who are still kissing in this environment.
"Dear, enjoying the present is the best thing you should do." Cheng Muyun said softly, and put her on the highest steps beside the Ganges, keeping her shoes clean all the time.
"But you should tell me, at least a little bit. Look, you were suddenly exposed by Chen Yuan, if it wasn't for me... "
"If it weren't for you, I would have a way to get rid of Chen Yuan's accusation," Cheng Muyun's breath fell on the tip of her nose, "Trust me, the more you know, the harder it will be to return to the normal world."
"Then at least tell me, what is this?"
Wen Han completely pulled out the rope around his neck, it was the same thing as an amulet. In the room just now, he took off everything that was in the way of her. Only this one didn't take off.
Cheng Muyun smiled, shook his head, and ended the conversation with silence.
He looked around and helped her find the old man.
Countless boats were lined up in a row on the shore, waiting for their guests.
Based on memory, Wen Han found the corner of the wall where the old man had been sleeping rough.
There was no one left. She looked around, and there was no familiar face. It seemed that the Indian old man who had blessed her had fulfilled his wish, and the ashes flowed into the Ganges River.
She squatted down at the same angle as last time, but there was only a broken corner in front of her. The air was full of dust and the body odor of people nearby, rough and real.
"From the moment I entered Nepal..." Wen Han stared at the empty corner and smiled bitterly, "There are either bad people around me, or good people who were killed by bad people. Even this stranger... died, and I began to wonder if I was not. Disaster."
"Trust me, at least she died naturally, and it has nothing to do with you." Cheng Muyun squatted down.
When an ordinary girl steps into this huge conspiracy, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and death ensues. If she is in Moscow, she must need long-term psychological counseling to continue a peaceful life.
The back of the head is covered with a warm touch.
Cheng Muyun gently stroked her long hair: "Do you know what I studied in college in the past?"
This successfully attracted her attention and made her stop feeling sad about the death of this strange Indian old man.
"Math," he whispered in Russian.
She opened her eyes twilightly: "You're only telling me now." From chatting at night in the camp to shaving him in the temple, he pretended to be ignorant of this profession.
"That's funny, you always bring back a little bit of my past." He lazily twisted her long hair a few times between his fingers.
The procession behind them interrupted them.
The parade composed of countless ascetic monks attracted too many tourists, as well as the onlookers of local Indians. With the commotion, crows flew past in droves, rushing into the smoke from the burning corpses.
Curiosity made Wen Han run over, struggling to push the crowd away.
But the sight of the sight made her hurried back again. Those ascetic monks did not wear any clothes that could cover their bodies, which really made people not want to watch any more...
"What? Did I find that I was in better shape?" Cheng Muyun laughed and teased her behind her. When he spoke, he looked at the team and slowly moved his right shoulder.
Great, everything is going as usual.
This late night.
Cheng Muyun found a small restaurant that was closed downstairs where the two lived and entertained a few people who were monitoring him. Wen Han sat on the farthest corner of the table next to the wall, with a small yellow light bulb dangling in front of him. Without a lampshade, it was hung on the table by a wire.
At first they were careful about the content of their conversation.
But later, it was found that Cheng Muyun did not shy away from talking about the past, and everyone gradually let go.
Most importantly, meat is available in this shop. It was so wonderful.
Of course, in order to be careful, there were still two people who bought boxed lunches from far away stores and did not enjoy Cheng Muyun's hospitality.
Cheng Muyun walked to the small brazier in the center of the store, stretched out his hand, and used the distance that he could almost touch the flames to cook the fire. He turned his back to the crowd, and the fire light wrapped a faint halo around him.
"Have you ever thought about what would happen in this room if one of the four of you became a traitor to the group?" Cheng Muyun asked softly in English.
This question caused the entire shop to fall silent.
His black shadow fell on half of the wall, as if looking down at the room.
"Boss Cheng," the woman, one of the four, coughed first and said softly, "I want to remind you that every word you say will be reported to your superiors without any errors. You'd better be careful."
Cheng Muyun turned sideways and smiled slightly in the firelight: "Oh? Really?"
"Of course, sometimes there are omissions in the transmission of information." Another man grabbed the last two bites of the boxed lunch and ate none of it. "For example, now, I'm already drunk."
Another person answered: "Boss Cheng, look, we don't want to offend the Moscow Action Team and that lunatic Fu Yiming, so please talk less so that we can relax."
The last person also expressed his position: "Personally, I think that all ghosts should be sent to see God."
The four of them took a stand at the same time.
As long as Cheng Muyun didn't leave any obvious clues, the four of them would turn a blind eye.
Cheng Muyun's eyes reflected the flames, and he smiled: "Don't be nervous, everyone, although the price of my head is very expensive, I believe that you would not dare to sell it casually."
He left the brazier, walked behind Wen Han, who had been eating silently, leaned over, and said softly in Russian, "Eat more, baby, look, you've lost weight again."
When he spoke, his eyes fell on...
Wen Han's face flushed, and he muttered in Russian, "Sometimes you really are as rogue as those middle-aged men who get drunk in the back alleys of bars."
These two conversations were completely incomprehensible to the four monitors beside him.
They exchanged glances and bowed their heads to eat.
Obviously, the official knew that Cheng Muyun and the people around him were Muscovites, but he did not send anyone who could understand Russian to monitor Cheng Muyun. He had already explained that even the top was releasing water. Abandoning the procedures and rules, everyone hopes that the so-called "inner ghost" can really be caught.
Back in the small room, it was already past three in the morning.
Wen Han began to resist looking at the clock in his heart. As if darkness is a time node, when the sun rises, it will be tomorrow. What will happen tomorrow
She turned over and looked at the window sill attached to the bed: "Have you figured out how to deal with Fu Yiming and your sister?"
In the unlit room, Cheng Muyun waved to her, and Wen Han climbed up to the windowsill.
He took out something from behind him. Under the moonlight, it was a very realistic Buddha statue, glued to a piece of... bone. To be precise, it is more like a relic. Although she has never touched it, she has seen the relic through the glass cover.
"This is what I took out in that cottage," Cheng Muyun put the relic with the Buddha statue in her palm, "The relic with the Buddha statue is invaluable."
You see, monks never lie.
He had never lied to Meng Liangchuan, it was indeed a priceless thing that he had kept secret.
The weight of the palm is as heavy as a thousand catties.
This is something that any devout Buddhist should worship devoutly. What kind of an eminent monk can he leave such a relic with a Buddha statue under the fire...
"Ten years ago, I found a lot of valuables in that smuggling line," Cheng Muyun lowered his eyes, looking at the relic in her palm, "This is the top priority, but after I left, it was hidden in Moscow by me. home."
"Hidden?"
"It was in the files that were handed in, but there was no such thing. Later, a few years ago, it was taken away and ended up in the smuggling base in Nepal."
"So, you found out that there is an inner ghost?"
"No," Cheng Muyun smiled vaguely, "it's the bait I left behind."
There is something called a sense of situation. The reason why he was able to successfully complete the task in three years undercover is because of this almost instinctive sense of situation, perceiving dangers everywhere. Therefore, he initially speculated that there was an inner ghost based on this feeling.
Later, the priceless treasure confirmed his speculation.
Really the blessing of the Buddha.
The greedy enemy still took action on this most valuable thing.
"They thought I gave up everything, and I was just waiting for them to take this thing." Cheng Muyun crossed his knees and stared at the Buddha statue on the relic in the moonlight.
It took a long time, ten years.
However, it's worth the wait.
Everything was planned, but Zhou Ke's death was an accident. But it was also Zhou Ke who died, pointing out the four most suspects.
His girlfriend Cheng Jiayi, his long-time friend Chen Yuan, the patriarch Fu Yiming, and Zhuang Yan, who always follows Fu Yiming. Only these four people know Zhou Ke's identity and information.
Wen Han wanted to return this to Cheng Muyun: "You shouldn't tell me so much."
She remembered what Cheng Muyun said, the more she knew, the more likely she would threaten many innocent people.
"No, my dear, I need you to know," Cheng Muyun squeezed her chin, leaned closer, and said softly, "I prepared a good incense for them during dinner just now, and now they are all immersed in the Ganges-related In a sweet dream, you don't care what you do. So baby, take this priceless treasure, get out of this room, and hide it wherever you like, where only you know."
Cheng Muyun's face had the moonlight behind his back, and he couldn't see any details.
Wen Han's heart was pounding and shaking. She held this thing in both hands, and she didn't dare to touch it with her fingers. Although she didn't know what Cheng Muyun was arranging, she instinctively got out of bed and walked out of the room as lightly as possible with bare feet.
There was wind in the corridor, from behind, Cheng Muyun's arm was open and the window blew over.
The corners of Wen Han's skirt were blown up, and when she looked back, she saw the man sitting on the windowsill nodding to her.
She didn't hesitate any longer and went downstairs slowly according to his words. This kind of environment will make people instinctive fear, she breathes lightly, calms herself, and then carefully walks down the stairs, step by step.