long night fire

"Garibaldi" knew he was addicted, but couldn't control it, and wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Jiang Baimian turned to look at his team members:

"Be patient a few more times, and with a certain foundation, some of the company's medicines will be able to work, and it will not be so easy to commit another crime in the future."

She clearly explained to Shang Jianyao and others, but actually gave "Garibaldi" hope.

People who fall into the hands of the "Holy Desire" sect may not die, but sometimes, it is worse than death.

With the painful struggle of "Garibaldi", the "Old Tune Group" stayed in the room until ten o'clock in the evening.

An ordinary grey-robed monk had come to deliver supper, oatmeal with bland sausage.

"Let's rest." Jiang Baimian glanced at the remaining two beds, as if he didn't need to say more about how to allocate them.

At this moment, her eyes blurred, and she saw a deep corridor, and saw monks in gray robes hurrying forward with their hands clasped together.

This overlaps with the scene in the room, but it is distinct.

"Did you see it?" Jiang Baimian asked in a deep voice.

"A lot of 'towers'." Shang Jianyao replied.

At the same time, Jiang Baimian also noticed that the walls around the room seemed to become unreal, reflecting Buddhist pagodas, iron towers, and steel-making "tall towers"...

The changes are still going on, and Long Yuehong feels that she seems to have gained the attention of many people and saw different scenes:

There are dark corridors, simple rooms, futons, gathered monks, statues of Buddha, Bodhisattva and King Ming on the outer wall of the Sikaro Temple, and night scenes of the streets around the temple... …

They overlapped one after another, making Bai Chen, Shang Jianyao and others feel uncontrollable dizziness.

"This is..." Jiang Baimian recalled those Buddhist scriptures and old world entertainment materials that he made up, and said with a slight frown, "'Sky Eye'? Someone let us get the 'Sky Eye' and see what all the monks in the temple saw separately? "

Clap, clap, Shang Jianyao didn't forget to applaud at this time, his face was full of excitement.

After a short wait, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" "saw" those gray-robed monks gathered in the hall where the Buddha statue was sitting.

They are mainly from Honghe people, some have bald heads, some have short hair, and their eyes are of various colors.

There is Zenaga in it.

Jiang Baimian not only saw a monk sitting in front of the Buddha statue through the Zen master's eyes, but also saw the Zen master through the eyes of others.

The monk sitting in front of the Buddha is very old, his cheek muscles are seriously drooping, and his eyebrows are completely white.

He swept his green eyes and said with a smile:

"To see consciousness like crystal is to see Tathagata.

"I have entered the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, my Buddha's Bodhi. I shall allow you to gain vision and see the new world."

The old monk stood up while talking, and the scene in front of Jiang Baimian and others changed again:

The most central thing is the present dark, wide and deep hall. Outside the hall, there are tower after tower, the outer layer seems to be covered with glaze, and the shape is like a tall tower or just a tall tower.

Between these buildings, bridges span the air, and vehicles are constantly flowing, and the people inside are all people who worship Buddha.

At this time, pieces of shredded paper of different colors fell in midair, and clusters of dreamy and blurred brilliance bloomed.

Surrounded by them, there is a big crystal-like sun.

Below the great sun is a tall tower that penetrates deep into the clouds.

In the wide, deep and dark hall, all the monks proclaimed the Buddha's name in unison:

"Namo Anuttara Samyak Sambodhi..."

In such a scene, the old monk did not know when he had reached the top floor of the Sikaro Temple.

He stood on the edge, looked at the monks with his "Sky Eye", smiled slightly and said:

"I will cut off the skin, break through the emptiness, and enter a new world."

As soon as the words fell, the old monk jumped out suddenly.

His figure fell rapidly and hit the ground with a bang.

Jiang Baimian and the others saw the old monk lying at the bottom of the steps with his head half-cracked, and the bright red and milky white flowed together, quickly rendering.

"..." At this moment, including Shang Jianyao, all members of the "Old Tune Group" were stunned.

The previous part they saw just now could barely be called wonderful, dreamy, solemn and sacred, but now it has the feeling of a murder case or a ghost story.

Is this cutting off the skin of the flesh?Why is it so evil, so scary?Long Yuehong inexplicably suspected that the monks in the temple would tear off the human skin mask at any time, revealing the blue face and white fangs hidden underneath.

After a few seconds, everything he saw disappeared, Shang Jian Yao sighed and said:

"Why don't you choose to hang yourself?"

Chapter 172 Borrowing Scriptures

No one could answer Shang Jianyao's question, only Long Yuehong seriously thought about why the old monk chose to jump off a building instead of hanging himself in order to cut off his body.

Perhaps hanging himself would appear weaker?He compared them repeatedly, and could only find such an explanation.

At this time, the pictures seen by the members of the "Old Tune Group" returned to normal, leaving only simple furniture and slightly mottled walls around them.

Jiang Baimian withdrew his gaze from staring ahead, and laughed at himself:

"I used to think that the 'Crystal Consciousness Sect' was different from the monks' order, and truly restored the Buddhist teachings of the old world.

"Now it seems that Master Channaga is relatively special and compassionate.

"Hmm... Those scenes just now reminded me of cults in old world entertainment materials.

"Think about it, the starry night, the dark, wide and deep hall, the gray-robed monks gathered from all directions, the overlapping horizons, the Buddha statue watching all of this quietly, who claimed to have achieved the true fruit, but suddenly jumped from the top floor of the temple. Zen masters who jumped off their heads until their brains came out... Aren't they really worshiping evil gods?"

"Evil Buddha." Shang Jianyao corrected Jiang Baimian's words.

Long Yue nodded and said with emotion:

"Indeed, I panic when I think about what happened just now."

Bai Chen recalled:

"Even if the 'Crystal Consciousness Sect' is evil, it's not too evil, and it's definitely better than the monks' order.

"When I was in the original city, I didn't hear that they did anything excessive. The evil should be aimed at the internal members."

Obviously, Bai Chen hated the mechanical monk's purification method, and had a very low evaluation of the monk order.

Jiang Baimian thought carefully for a while, then exhaled and said:

"Go to sleep.

"If I can't find a chance to escape tomorrow and I have nothing to do, I will borrow the classics and scriptures of the 'Crystal Consciousness Cult' from the monks who delivered the food, and look at their ideas and the existence of some Buddhist scriptures left over from the monks' order and the old world. what a difference."

She talked about her search for an escape opportunity openly, and she was not afraid of Zennaga's "hearing".

Anyway, the "Old Tune Group" said that they had accepted their fate and were willing to stay for ten days, but no one believed it.

So, Shang Jianyao preemptively occupied a bed.

Jiang Baimian then glanced at Bai Chen:

"You sleep first, Xiaohong and I will keep watch."

She pointed to another empty bed.

Even if they were guarded, even if they were in the Sikaro Temple of the "Crystal Consciousness Sect", they did not dare to be careless, and still maintained the habit of taking turns to stay on duty at night.

Channaga is compassionate and a good person, that doesn't mean the other monks are the same.

There is a high probability that there is a type of mental disorder among them, and the strange incident that happened just now makes every member of the "Old Tune Group" vigilant.

As for why they were regrouped, it was because Jiang Baimian wanted to ensure that each group of night watchmen had the ability to sense the approach of humans.

"Okay." Bai Chen had no doubts.

At this time, the painfully struggling "Garibaldi" reached the limit of his physical strength, and fell asleep again in a drowsy state.

……

Silent all night.

Not long after the sun rose, Han Wanghuo, Zeng Duo, and Gnawa drove away from the wilderness settlement with an old radio transceiver they had traded in, and returned to the black wasteland from the mountains on the north bank. .

"There is a small team of hunters over there." Han Wanghuo, who was driving, looked into the distance and said, "Shall we go over there to ask for directions and leave some traces?"

"Yes." Gnava, who was in the middle of the back row, answered.

Zeng Duo was a little dazed, because she didn't see any small hunter team at all.

After the vehicle drove for a few more seconds, she realized that there was a multi-purpose vehicle far away.

His eyesight is so good?Zeng Duo looked at Han Wanghuo sideways in surprise.

She is not surprised that the intelligent robot Gnawa can clearly distinguish things at that distance, but Han Wanghuo, as an ordinary human being, can do this kind of thing?

Thinking of Han Wanghuo's yellow eyes, Zeng Duo mused to himself thoughtfully:

"He also has distortion?"

Soon, Zeng Duo recovered and responded to Han Wanghuo's proposal:

"sure."

Han Wanghuo immediately drove the vehicle behind a small mound, and while making a simple disguise, he said to Gnava:

"You stay here and make a response.

"We can't let people know that there are only three of us left, and let them think that there are more people hiding here."

Gnawa is quite satisfied with the fact that Han Wanghuo easily admits that he is a "human being":

"no problem."

After he opened the door and got out of the car, looking for a good place to "hide", Han Wanghuo drove Zeng Duo in a dark black off-road vehicle and approached the white multi-purpose vehicle.

When there was still a long distance between the two sides, Han Wanghuo took the initiative to stop, leaned out, waved his hands, and shouted loudly:

"I have something to ask!"

If you don't say hello in advance and just pass by, you can easily be regarded as a relic hunter of a bandit or a part-time bandit.

The white utility vehicle also stopped, and a man wearing an old world cowboy hat stepped out of the passenger seat.

He was wearing a white shirt and an open brown vest, with a revolver pinned to his waist and a sharp dagger spinning in his hand.

The man with rough skin and traces of rain and wind looked at Han Wanghuo in the distance for a few seconds, and responded loudly:

"Come and talk, it's too much effort to shout like that."

He had already pressed one hand on the revolver at his waist, indicating that he was not unguarded.

Han Wanghuo observed the man, but didn't start the car immediately.

At this moment, Zeng Duo frowned slightly and said:

"He should have just entered the wasteland for a few days."

This is the judgment made by a relic hunter who has been in the wasteland all year round.

The water source, food, and environment here are quite bad. As long as human beings enter, even if they are fully prepared, they will become "dirty" and tired after five or six days, and they will not be as energetic and clean as the opposite side.

Han Wanghuo accepted Zeng Duo's judgment, nodded slightly and said:

"The first city is closer to here. They must have seen our bounty when they came from the first city, and with our current 'disguise', it is impossible for him not to recognize us."

Having said that, Han Wanghuo paused:

"Since they recognized us and let us pass, it means that they are sure to deal with us, um, before our 'responders' arrive."

"Hmm." Zeng Duo glanced at the man in the cowboy hat again, feeling that his attitude was indeed suspicious.

Han Wanghuo stopped hesitating, stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel, turning the dark off-road vehicle directly to the small mound where Gnawa was "hiding".

The man in the cowboy hat sighed in disappointment when he saw this.

He immediately took out a walkie-talkie and said in a deep voice:

"Target found."

……

The sixth floor of the Sikaro Temple.