I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

How to purify and refine the life force, the vitality, extracted from the body of a mortal who has never awakened to his nature?

Regarding Chief Watson's question, Nello has already revealed all the secrets and experiences he knows through encrypted words and deeds.

But in fact, the Crossroads Cult has not really mastered the path to spiritual advancement by absorbing the vitality of others. Currently, the reason why this group of esoteric cultists absorb the vitality of prisoners is more of a reserve material-planted within the sect. Jade branches are excellent mental containers. They can not only transport the vitality of life, but can also be used to store it for a long time.

"Although these turbid mortal life energies cannot be directly absorbed to enhance the growth of the mind, they can be stored inside the jade branches and sold to other religious groups in need."

"And it can also be used as fertilizer for the Emerald Tree - the life energy that is full of dirt and impurities will be transformed into almost completely pure vitality nectar after being filtered by the Emerald Tree. After extraction, it can accelerate education. An energizing drink for the development of friendship! ”

"Moreover, the vitality taken from the experimenters' bodies can also be directly fed back to the same mortals to make their injuries heal quickly. This can also be used in the hospital's free clinic treatment - using the lives of these criminals , to save those poor patients who really need treatment!”

Nero said this, while picking up a scalpel next to him and slashing the belly of Experimenter No. 1 with a single slash, and bright red and sticky blood slowly flowed out along the straight cuts.

"Healing others was originally an effect of the awakened veins, which is the ability of the third-level heart secret transmission. However, Mr. Winfrey once taught us a simplified method so that second-level heart users can also perform this function. Ability, but the difficulty will be slightly higher.”

"Although direct infusion of vitality can also play a role in healing injuries, vitality is the embodiment of the principle of the heart. It also moves endlessly like the restless heart. Once it enters another person's body, it will be like water that breaks a dam. Out of control, it spreads to every place in the other person’s body.”

"This will not help heal the injury quickly."

"So we must concentrate on restraining the flow of vitality to the injured area, like a half-loose and half-tightened faucet switch, releasing vitality steadily and controllably - this is not an ability that can be learned simply by knowing the theory, it requires After long-term practice, we understand the structure of different wounds, know the difference between muscle fibers and internal organs, and feel the difference between every inch of flesh, so every member of our order is a qualified surgeon——"

Before the word "Doctor" came out completely in Nello's mouth, he was shocked to find that the slightly open belly of Experimenter No. 1 had begun to slowly heal under the application of Mr. Watson's palm. Although the speed was slightly slow, it was indeed visible to the naked eye. Visibly healing!

He couldn't help but be speechless for a moment, but the next second he turned into a hearty laugh.

"Haha, as expected of you, Sir Watson, you have been able to perform the secret method of healing so skillfully before I even finished explaining how to operate it! It seems that I have underestimated your wisdom too much!"

Faced with the boast of his old subordinate, Watson just smiled modestly.

But in his heart, he was actually thinking about the details of the wound and the structure of the human body? He had already learned this knowledge in an anatomy course in another timeline, and even practiced the details more than once. If we want to talk about the various types of injuries that the human body can withstand and the limits of its endurance, etc. I believe no one in this Crossroads Hospital knows this knowledge better than him.

After he almost healed the injuries of Experimenter No. 1, he asked: "I still have a little bit of muddy vitality left, what should I do with it?"

Nello just pointed at the emerald roots that twisted and protruded like a logging stump in the center of the experimenter, "Just inject it into it, and the excess turbid vitality will be transferred to the main trunk of the tree on its own, and transformed into honey containing pure vitality."

When Watson finished all this work, the bell symbolizing the end of the night overtime work had gently rang, and it was time for this group of hospital employees to return to their day jobs.

………………

The shadow of the sundial needle circled several times, and time soon came to Sunday again.

In accordance with the previous 'agreement', on this slightly warmer day, Watson took a taxi that could only be stopped one kilometer away from the Cross Road Hospital, and rushed with Crowitt to the Hall where they were having a dinner this week. This restaurant.

On the slightly bumpy two-seater carriage, Crowett asked with some confusion: "John, are you going to Holborn Restaurant again today? I'm a little tired of the dishes there."

"Why don't we go to the previous Rules restaurant today? I also want to taste the deer tartare steak again -" the girl said, recalling the tender and smooth meat, and she only felt the cup in her soul. They all seemed a little eager, and they couldn't help but stick out their pink little tongues to lick their bright red lips, and swallowed heavily.

"The taste of the venison steak is so sweet! I feel like if I taste it a few more times, maybe my -" Crowett suddenly remembered that she was no longer in the hospital dormitory where she could talk freely, but in the hospital dormitory where she could talk freely. In a street full of mortals, you have to be careful what you say, so she concealed the important part and continued:

"Maybe my 'that' - John, you should understand what I'm talking about, right? In short, even my part has been touched. Maybe after tasting such delicious food a few more times, my part can go further."

Watson nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I understand, it's just 'that', I understand! But as a century-old restaurant, Rules restaurant is not so easy to book a table. At least You have to wait for another month...just wait patiently."

After hearing this, the girl couldn't help but feel a little downcast, "That's it...that's such a pity."

During the chat, the taxi had arrived in front of the Holborn restaurant. Watson once again displayed the character of a gentleman and helped Crowitt, who was wearing a thick winter dress, to step out of the carriage.

However, before they could reach the door and report their pre-booked seats to the restaurant doorman, a dirty old beggar who smelled of alcohol suddenly rushed out from the roadside, as fierce as a predatory tiger. He made a fierce low dive and hugged Watson's left leg tightly!

The old beggar was wearing a blanket that might have been discarded by a certain family, or a tarpaulin discarded by a factory. All in all, it looked thick and heavy. It seemed to be the bed and quilt that the old beggar had brought with him, but it was stained with thick stains. Thick oil stains, grass clippings, and some unknown dried liquid seemed to be vomit after being drunk.

Watson and Clovette—especially Clovette, who has perfected her cup appearance and has a highly sensitive sense of smell and taste. As the old beggar arrived, she immediately smelled a disgusting and nauseating smell that was both sour and pungent. , the stench was so strong that it seemed like a thick armor attached to the opponent's body.

The moment Clovette sniffed this disgusting smell, she had already held her breath extremely tactfully and suspended the exchange of gases inside and outside the lungs, thus temporarily becoming immune to the bombing of this biological and chemical weapon bomb.

Watson, on the other hand, relied on his willpower to endure it for the time being, but there was already a hint of impatience and disgust in his brows.

The old beggar raised his dirty face, which was covered with soot and oil stains, as if he had just emerged from the bottom of the mine. His big red nose was still shining with oil, and his eyes that looked like they were suffering from white clouds looked at him. Looking at the two well-dressed gentlemen and ladies in front of him, he begged in his hoarse voice that had been corroded by low-quality cigarettes and spirits for a long time:

"Handsome sir, beautiful lady, please be kind and take pity on me, an old guy. I haven't eaten for five days - burp!" The old beggar made another misfortune at the same time. The smelly wine burps completely contradicted what he said, but he still shamelessly grabbed the gentleman's trousers and continued to say miserably: "Please give me some money. You see, you can already come to this luxurious hotel." It’s a big meal in the restaurant, can’t you give me some money so that I can have a full meal?”

The old beggar, who was actually a drunkard, sobbed grandiosely: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong I wish you two will get married soon and give birth to a fat and healthy boy! Wuwuwu——"

When Crowett heard the old drunkard's pleading words, she just maintained a polite stiff smile, slowly took her friend's arm, looked at John with wide eyes, and tapped her toes as if she was a little impatient. , but in fact he was already urging with walking words: "John, hurry up! Just give him a few coins!!!"

Watson sensed the message transmitted by the girl's heartbeat, so he had no choice but to take out a few shilling coins with the side profile of George III printed on them from his trouser pocket.

When the old drunkard who was still hugging his left leg saw the face of George III on the coin, he immediately showed a flattering smile and stretched out his palms to form a bowl shape, as if waiting for charity from the other party.

However, his yellow and blackened teeth looked so disgusting that it even made Watson feel uncomfortable. He simply dropped the coins on the ground and pulled the old drunkard while he was leaning over to pick up the money. Clovette left quickly and immediately ran into the restaurant, as if she was afraid that the dirty old drunkard would continue to chase her.

But in fact, the old drunkard had no time to pay attention to them. Instead, he lowered his head and picked up the coins scattered on the ground with a smile, and put them into his hands one by one. He seemed to have begun to figure out how to use this money to exchange for a few pots of private wine. Strong potato wine, and then find a good place to drink it until the sky is dark, drink it until the sun and the moon are dark! ! !

The doorman of the restaurant seemed to think that allowing this old drunkard to drag customers around at the door would have a great impact on the reputation of the restaurant. He had already brought a strong broom from the kitchen and was going to sweep this damned person away like garbage. The old drunkard was driven away... However, when he slapped him hard with the broom, the old drunkard who was supposed to be in a daze and was suddenly rolled on the ground, and coincidentally escaped the doorman's attack. broom.

Just when the doorman was wondering why the old drunkard was so alert all of a sudden, he saw that the old drunkard was rolling on the ground several times in excitement, shouting, "Hey, there's wine again!" Then he happily climbed up from the road, holding the few coins in his hand and jumping into the distance... I guess he went to find that kind of extremely unhygienic moonshine brewery, damn it What a crazy old drunkard, most of his brain has been poisoned by the low-quality alcohol!

Watson had already entered the restaurant. He was pulling out a chair for Klovit, who was traveling with him, so that he could sit down smoothly. But at the same time, he was also observing the ecstatic old drunkard through the glass window of the restaurant with the corner of his eye.

He looked at the old drunkard's back as he gradually went away until he disappeared, and couldn't help but smile in his heart.

"Miss Charlotte's acting skills have improved!"

………………

Charlotte Holmes was running around in the intricacies of London. Her movements were quick and flexible, and she was as familiar with the terrain of these narrow alleys and streets as a rat living in the sewer.

She stepped on puddles of sewage, and at the moment when the stinky water splashed, an old piece of clothing fell off her body.

She jumped over piles of garbage, and as she crossed the garbage mountain, a piece of disguise fell off her face.

When the female detective rushed out of this dark alley like a swift cheetah, there was already an unremarkable two-seater rental carriage waiting for her at the entrance of the alley. The driver was Alvette, who was also in disguise.

Charlotte still maintained her disguise at this moment, but she looked more like a tall and thin worker who was tortured by the hardship of life. She quickly opened the small door and got into the carriage, while Alvette, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately left the place at full speed.

The female detective and her friends kept wandering around in and outside London until night fell before they returned to the headquarters building of the Anti-Suppression Bureau.

Charlotte had taken off her disguise makeup at this time and returned to her tall and charming image. She pushed open the blue door with a vigorous step and walked into the quiet room No. 3 with only a lamp, a table and a chair.

She took out the shillings she had gotten from Watson from her pocket. These one-shilling coins from 1806 looked very worn, and the words "By the Grace of God" on the outer circle had become very blurred - but this was not the point. The point was the faint cutting marks around the coins and the extremely abnormal weight of the coins! ! !

The female detective had borrowed the corresponding cutting tools from the field department. She clamped one of the shillings tightly and cut it in half again along the faint marks on the side of the shilling. She saw that there was indeed a piece of thin paper folded repeatedly hidden inside the shilling!

She repeated the same trick and cut the remaining shillings in the same way. She placed them on the table in the order of the numbers on the paper. The light bulb above her head cast a faint white glow, reflecting the contents of these papers with tiny secret codes as small as fly heads.

[Miss Charlotte:]

[Long time no see... This time it's really been a long time since we last met. 】

Originally, I wanted to write about Watson crossing the Pure White Door with the help of Krovit... but as I was writing, I felt that some of the logic was not right, so I deleted it.