I looked at the translated manuscript and found that I didn’t understand it very well. As a liberal arts student, I really couldn’t understand those weird things. Not to mention Chongyang, I planned to give it to you in a few days. Look at Bai Ye, he is a science student.
I took a picture of the package and sent it to Wang Xiaofeng, and knocked on the tracking number. After playing with the phone for a while, it was very late. I couldn't sleep for a long time. I finally fell asleep. Someone was talking in my ear. The characters slid around in front of my eyes. The next day was exhausted.
After freshening up, they took Chongyang to the Prince's Temple to find Guo Huihuang. The two stopped a taxi to the foot of the mountain in front of the Prince's Temple. It was the weekend where people came and went.
The seat where Guo Huihuang had stayed was occupied by an old balloon seller, and no one was seen. "Why is it gone? Was it killed by the monk?"
He and Chongyang looked around. They didn't see Guo Huihuang, and didn't have any interest in entering the temple to worship. They were ready to leave, but were blocked by a fat monk.
This monk is really fat, saying that he is full of fat and I am sorry for those full of fat. In addition to his small ears, he had to gouge out a hundred or eighty catties of meat to behave as a pig.
"The donor stays behind." The fat monk said with a smile, folded his hands and bowed.
Although I still don't have a cold to the monk, I still need to be considerate of etiquette, so I took Chongyang and bowed together without speaking, waiting for the fat monk to speak first.
"The donor's surname is Ning?"
"Yes, how do you know."
"It was the donor Guo who left the donor's photo." The monk took out a Huawei from his sleeve and showed me which of my "photos" painted by Master Guo Huihuang above. "Guo Shizhu, I will tell the donor that he has already Let’s go, this is something left for the donor.” As he said, the fat monk took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to me.
I opened it up and looked at it. It was an address. Obviously, it was Guangxi Immortal Village, and it was also the place codenamed "б" in the KGB document.
This makes me a little wary.
You know, during the trip to the underground palace of the Jing clan in Sichuan, Su Mu just lied to me that Gao Xia had already set off first before he succeeded in intercepting Hu. How the situation looks similar at the moment, it's really... I have to guard against it.
Seeing my face full of suspicion, the fat monk chuckled and said, "Don't be suspicious, the poor monk and Guo Shanlin are old acquaintances, so they helped Guo Huihuang."
I took a dubious look at the monk, and said, "Thank you very much." As I was about to pull Chongyang away, the fat monk stretched out his hand to stop me, "Amitabha, the donor stays behind."
I turned around and said that I knew it was definitely going to be endless. "what's happenin?"
The fat monk smiled and said: "It seems that the donor and the poor monk are congenial, and the poor monk makes an extra effort to tell the donor."
God is mysterious, I said to my heart. But why can the mysterious things be so popular, at least enduring? It is precisely because everyone has a mentality of curiosity and pursuit of novelty even if they don’t believe it. I am no exception. Although I don’t believe in Buddha or other religious idols, I still ask: "What is it?"
The fat monk smiled mysteriously, leaning over with his hands in his sleeves, his belly pressed against me, "Things are in the building."
My face turned bad in an instant. The monk saw my face change, he was taken aback for a moment, and then randomly relieved: "The donor has already known it, but the poor monk has done nothing."
I pulled my mouth and smiled, then turned around and left while pulling Chongyang.
Damn, all of them are sick. (End of this chapter)