long night fire

He hit the wall on one side of the stairs, bounced to the middle of the stairs, and rolled down, extremely fast.

As her face and back collided with the stairs, Long Yuehong fell dizzily and was powerless to stop.

In just two or three seconds, he rolled to the corner of the stairs.

Long Yuehong was surprised to find that the feeling of being pinched by the neck was much weaker, and her breathing recovered a little.

The viscosity of the air here is obviously much weaker than that of the seventh floor!

Without thinking about why, Long Yuehong relied on instinct, experience and inertia to roll towards the stairs leading to the sixth floor.

Amidst the crackling sound, he finally returned to the sixth floor.

At this moment, he only felt that the air around him was so fresh, so wonderful, so touching.

When Long Yuehong flew towards the stairs, Shang Jianyao looked away from him with regret and turned to Bai Chen.

Ding Ding Deng!

Shang Jianyao seemed to be running while dragging something weighing hundreds of catties, and his expression became ferocious.

In a few steps, he has come to the back of Bai Chen.

He raised his right leg and kicked Bai Chen's ass violently.

During this process, he seemed to have used up all his strength to feed.

Bai Chen uncontrollably "flies" towards the stairs, turning into a rolling gourd, falling down layer by layer.

At this time, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao held their breaths and ran towards the stairs leading to the sixth floor.

They exhausted all their strength, as if they were being dragged by an invisible, powerful, ubiquitous, and increasingly powerful enemy.

After a lot of effort, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao arrived at the stairs one after the other.

Then, they covered their heads and faces, and relying on the blessing of gravity, they rolled down.

After rolling all the way back to the sixth floor, Jiang Baimian finally felt that the air had become normal.

She stood up straight, glanced at Long Yuehong and Bai Chen who were still dazed, and said in a deep voice:

"Go back to the room first!"

If their reaction had been a little slower just now, the whole group might have stayed on the seventh floor in the form of corpses.

That sense of suffocation, that sense of burial, is getting stronger and stronger!

In the air, the feeling of suffocation remained, and the four members of the "Old Tune Group" returned to the room where "Garibaldi" was located.

As for the corpse of the gray-robed monk on the stairs, they didn't have time to take care of it, and they didn't dare to take care of it.

After closing the door, Shang Jianyao glanced at Long Yuehong, who had blue eyes, nose and swollen face, and complained to Jiang Baimian:

"You should throw Xiaobai away."

Obviously, he wanted to kick Long Yuehong's ass even more.

Jiang Baimian let out a "huh":

"According to the team playbook, give priority to the one who is closer."

Yes, yes, I don't want to be kicked away... Long Yuehong wanted to say that, but found that there were not many bruises on Bai Chen's face. She seemed to react when she was kicked away. Come here and protect your head in advance.

In comparison, he who was the first to roll down the stairs, although not swollen to the point of a pig's head, was still bruised everywhere.

He didn't dare to blame the team leader for throwing too hard, so that he had no time to react, so he could only helplessly mock his bad luck.

At this time, Bai Chen forcibly brought the topic back on track.

She said in a deep voice:

"I feel that there is more than one person on the seventh floor."

Someone is trying to confuse the "Old Tune Group" and let them enter that room; someone is preventing the door from opening; someone is trying to spread information; Humans can do it.

"From the situation just now, at least two people are fighting each other, and we are just one of the props." Jiang Baimian nodded.

She immediately glanced at Shang Jianyao:

"However, it is not ruled out that the person who is similar to Hey has a split personality, and in reality, they will restrain each other and fight against each other for a long time."

"I'll just say it!" Shang Jianyao had an expression that I had foreseen for a long time.

He was assuming that the "Buddha's body" has ninety-nine and 81 "personality".

Long Yuehong recalled:

"I remember opening and closing doors at the same time, there was a clear seesaw.

"If it's really a split personality, can you still fight each other directly?"

This is roughly equivalent to an awakened being able to use two abilities at the same time without relying on props.

"I'm not sure about that." Jiang Baimian looked sideways at Shang Jianyao.

Shang Jianyao replied with a little regret:

"It doesn't work now, maybe it can be done when we enter the 'Spirit Corridor'."

"Therefore, the 'split personality theory' cannot be fully confirmed, and the 'suppressed devil theory' is also possible." Jiang Baimian said after thinking, "But, this is not the point of the problem, after all, we have already escaped. Afterwards, just remember not to go to the seventh floor no matter what. The point now is, what does the 'Holm' in the room mean?"

"Fach Region Home Fertility Medical Center?" Long Yuehong thought of this first.

Bai Chen followed and nodded:

"I think it refers to this. The person in the room wants us to go to one of the five holy places, the Home Reproductive Medical Center in Ruins No. 13 of the Wasteland. There may be some secrets that he wants us to discover hidden there."

"En." Jiang Baimian nodded slightly.

Apparently, she thought so too.

Purely in terms of words, Home means a lowland or a small island, and there is no particular reference. At least the "Old Tune Group" can't think of any place that meets the conditions.

"I'm a little inclined to talk about the devil now." Shang Jianyao interrupted suddenly.

Actually, I am too... Long Yuehong whispered in her heart.

Somewhere in the No. 13 ruins of the wasteland, the terrifying "demon" Wu Meng is sealed. Now, the Huo in Room 13 on the seventh floor of the Shikaluo Temple wants the "Old Tuning Team" to go to the No. [-] ruins of the wasteland. Reproductive Medical Center.

Combined with the rumor that the "Buddha's body" is suppressing a demon, it's hard not to make people have similar associations.

But in this way, we will come to the weird conclusion that "the body of the Buddha" killed the gray-robed monk and silenced him.

Jiang Baimian has not responded yet, but Shang Jianyao has already asked with great interest:

"Are you going?"

"Let's talk about it." Jiang Baimian said perfunctorily, "Even if the Home Reproductive Medical Center is not equal to that secret laboratory, the danger will not be less. We should report to the company and see if we can get any hints."

After finishing speaking, she looked around thoughtfully:

"Whenever we discuss things like this, Master Zennaga doesn't seem to be 'involved'.

"Could it be that his 'He Xintong' has been disturbed?"

While speaking, Jiang Baimian looked up at the ceiling.

"Maybe." Bai Chen nodded with some understanding.

"I don't know how he did it..." Shang saw Yao yearning.

At this time, "Garibaldi" who was tied to the bed asked them in a daze:

"What are you talking about?"

Shang Jianyao pointed to Long Yuehong and elongated his tone:

"We met a ghost..."

Giuseppe, who was sitting leaning against him, followed Shang Jianyao's fingers, looked at Long Yuehong, and saw that his neck was red, but there were no fingerprints protruding.

Giuseppe couldn't help shivering:

Really ghost?

During the brief silence, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor.

Judging from the current point of time, this should be the young monk who came to deliver breakfast.

Chapter 182 Old Friend

As expected by the "Old Tune Group", there was a knock on the door soon, and the young monk named Dan Luo brought oatmeal and toast.

"Breakfast today." The monk's expression was the same as before.

Didn't he see the gray-robed monk's body on the stairs?Long Yuehong muttered in her heart.

Of course, he definitely wouldn't ask directly like this. Doesn't that mean there is no silver 300 taels here?

"Any plans for today?" Jiang Baimian asked with a smile.

Dan Luo gave her a strange look:

"Except that you can't leave this layer, you are all free. You have to ask yourself what arrangements you have."

Shang Jian Yao said "oh oh" twice:

"Has a new leader been chosen?"

"Not yet." Dan Luo replied truthfully, "Now the important things are discussed and decided by all the 'full enlightened beings' in the temple."

"That's it..." Jiang Baimian nodded lightly, and greeted Bai Chen and Long Yuehong to have breakfast.

Dan Luo returned to the stairs and walked to the lower floors.

He still didn't seem to see the body of the gray-robed monk—he died of suffocation on the stairs leading to the seventh floor.

After breakfast, while waiting for Dan Luo to take away the tableware, Jiang Baimian and others left the room and approached the stairs as if they were taking a walk after dinner.

With a glance, they found that the place where the gray-robed monk's body had been lying was clean, and even the filth caused by death was gone.

Who dragged the corpse away and cleaned the stairs... Moreover, this acted like an ordinary thing, and it was not worth telling the "full enlightened person" who was on duty today... Long Yuehong looked away.

If it wasn't for the discomfort in his neck, he would suspect that what he experienced in the morning was a hallucination.

In the process of walking back, Jiang Baimian and others heard the sounds of "hum haha" and "bang bang bang" coming from the back of Xikaluo Temple.

A few days ago, they had actually vaguely heard such movements, but at that time they had not yet obtained permission to walk on the sixth floor, so they had no way of observing the specific situation.

With a glance, Shang Jianyao took the lead and entered an open and empty Zen room opposite.

They came to the window and cast their eyes outside.

Through the uncolored glass windows, the four members of the "Old Tune Group" saw a gray-robed monk scattered in different places in the closed square where the incineration tower stood, doing various things:

Some of them held black semi-automatic rifles and shot at distant targets, some held double guns and practiced their accuracy, some put down the barbell and raised it again, repeating, and some ran around the edge of the square circle, chasing each other, some put on gloves, and practice endlessly with their classmates...

Seeing this, Long Yuehong was taken aback for a while, and always felt that the style of painting was not quite right.

There was nothing wrong with these things in themselves, but when combined with monks in gray robes, it seemed rather strange.

In Buddhist temples, shouldn’t the morning class be about practicing Zen and worshiping the Buddha? Why did it become shooting and fighting training?

At this moment, Long Yuehong suspected that a big monk with a bullet belt, a machine gun in his hand, and shiny muscles would jump out of the temple at any time.

Moreover, what is being recited is "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva".

"Doesn't the 'Crystal Consciousness Teaching' pay more attention to spiritual practice and think that the body is a skin?" Jiang Baimian whispered to himself.

As soon as she finished speaking, Zenaga's voice sounded in the minds of the four members of the "Old Tune Group":

"The body is still important until the spirit is accomplished.

"Just like before you learn to swim, the life buoy is equally important. Blindly giving up the body and letting it weaken will only lead to sinking into the water."

"Then why do you still need to practice shooting?" Shang Jianyao asked further.

He is purely curious.

Zennaga replied calmly:

"Spiritual practice cannot be accomplished purely by practicing Zen. When the monks of our sect reach a certain stage, they all leave the temple and travel to different places.

"In this process, if the body is not strong enough and the weapons are not proficient enough, it is easy to lose life and no longer have the opportunity to temper the spirit.

"Only at the age of the poor monk, with a little gain in Buddhism, will he relax his requirements on the body and skin."