Gradually, there were only two groups of people left in the huge temple. Except for the two people who sacrificed their lives and burned fat in the center and kept talking about Buddhism, there were only a group of monks in charge of Zhuangyan Temple, the 28 nuns led by the priest, and Jing Shu. This is the team.
First there was the smell of burnt meat, and then it turned into a pungent smell of burnt meat. The blood was burned and solidified, and finally turned black. Both of them showed their powerful consciousness.
Master Yuantong is fatter and burns more grease. He always makes a crackling sound. Maybe there is too much grease, so he burns faster than the monk who is Jingshu's teammate.
In the dim light, others may not be able to see the charcoal-roasted meat clearly, but Jingshu can see that the entire arm has turned black, and maybe it will be wiped out by the wind.
Sometimes Jingshu thinks, what is the meaning of the monk doing this? They were capable of robbing them, so why did he pay the price with his life? Maybe, this is his Dharma, maybe he needs to make up for the mistakes he made before, or maybe he needs to get his lost tripod back legitimately, and if he can't do it anymore, he can entrust his teammates to it.
As an old mother, it is rare for a fat chicken to teach its cubs to stay calm and cling to the master's thigh without letting go. This reminded Jingshu of the time when this guy was just starting to make the chickens in the chicken pen so restless, but he was the only one who followed his lead. Look, the fat chicken at that time was so arrogant.
The brush in the host's hand is always a little weird, more like when roasting suckling pig, he swipes a little oil on it from time to time, and applies more oil to the areas where it's not evenly burned. He keeps saying something in his mouth that everyone can't hear. Understand the scriptures.
The fire gradually spread to the shoulders, and more than two hours passed. During this long torture, both of them were a little dehydrated and stopped talking about the initial discussion. Instead, they both recited scriptures, This seems to reduce the pain.
The fire spread in large areas. Although it only burned the shoulders, it spread to the heart and lungs. Master Yuantong's breathing became more and more rapid, and Monk Jielu almost lost consciousness.
The atmosphere began to become tense, and the outcome seemed to be right in front of them. The sound of bullets being loaded seemed to be heard in the dark, and even the little monk holding the cauldron began to shake his hands.
Jingshu opened her eyes wide and looked at the monk who was almost turned into a charcoal person and had a large burn area. He gritted his teeth tightly and sweat dropped down in large drops. There was pain and heat. No one knew what was going on here. How much perseverance does it take to sit still and remain unmoved under such circumstances?
The fire finally spread completely from the shoulders, and the entire upper body suddenly burned. What was a small area burning before was expanded several times. The fire on Master Yuantong's body became more intense, and the flames started to fly. After a while, he was transformed into the sea of fire. His breathing became more rapid, and he seemed to be out of breath. His face was red and getting redder and redder.
"Uh..." In the end, he only had time to grunt before he fell to the ground from the cross-legged position, completely losing consciousness and breathing.
"Hey." The host sighed, shook his head sadly, and finally waved his hand to indicate that the monk was the final winner.
Tank poured a large bucket of water that had been prepared for him, and the fire was extinguished instantly. He then wrapped the mutilated monk in an insulated coat. The monk who finally learned of his victory completely fainted.
The abbot led the rest of the monks around Master Yuantong who was incarnated in the sea of fire, sat cross-legged, and began to chant sutras for him. The abbot knocked on the wooden fish, and the sounds filled Jingshu's ears, and many monks chanted together. There is a wonderful melody that somehow makes people feel that their irritable heart calms down instantly.
Jingshu took out the balls she had kneaded and flattened them out, and placed them on the monk's entire upper body, which was so miserable that it turned into charcoal. Although it looked like only his arms were burned, his internal organs were probably also severely damaged after being exposed to the surrounding high temperature. And the nearest cardiopulmonary system is not getting better either.
"It's a bit difficult to survive with this injury." Jingshu shook her head. Even with her spiritual spring, it would be useless if the monk's organs died too much.
There are many tragic situations after death, but there are not many people who can still be so miserable alive. The flesh of both arms is completely necrotic. Now we are faced with sawing off the shoulder length or something, but there is no condition for surgery, so we can only discuss it after everything is over. .
When people are burned and go to rescue, many people cannot be saved. Some people survive for only a day or two and are completely dead. Their bodies have lost their functions and cannot be saved even if they are rescued.
The most painful thing about fire is not the damage caused by the burning, but the destructive power of the burn to cells, which makes recovery very difficult.
When ordinary people are burned, not only will there be a large fire blisters, but they will also have to endure the burning feeling all the time. Statistically, burns are the longest lasting and most unbearable of all injuries.
Therefore, even if the monk was in a coma, he still twitched in pain from time to time. Jingshu directly fed a drop of the spiritual spring into it. The monk's reaction was even greater, as if he was resisting the spiritual spring, but it is gone now. The other way is to change the medicine every three hours and then resign yourself to fate.
After the two sides decided the winner, the situation became serious.
The young monk hid in the corner with the cauldron and was at a loss. The old monk was reciting sutras to achieve salvation. Yang Yang did not disturb him. The priest and the nuns sat there unmoved until Master Yuantong was completely burned and transformed into After picking up the ashes, Yang Yang stepped forward and asked with a smile:
"I wonder if the tripod can be returned to us? Huh?"
The red dots in the darkness were aimed at one by one, but soon there were screams. Jingshu and others were on alert. Lingling swung the gun and aimed at the person in the darkness. The other person immediately withdrew. Red dot.
The host let out a long sigh, "Take it back, I'm afraid that person won't let you take it away simply."
"You don't need to worry about this."
Xiao Minseng then placed the tray with both hands. Yang Yang wrapped the tripod in cloth and said, "Then we won't disturb you." With that, he led Jing Shu and his group away.
But the priest continued to stay there with the nuns, as if there was still something to do.
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After leaving Zhuangyan Temple, Tank, who was holding the monk in his arms, asked, "Aren't you afraid it's a fake?"
"No, this cauldron was once used by the First Emperor. The unique minerals on it cannot be faked, and they don't bother to fake it." Although Yang Yang said this, he checked and confirmed again before putting the cauldron back. After holding it in his arms, he quickly distributed:
"Let Xiao Hei take care of the monk. Now we have to steal the formula before the man reacts and then escape. Lingling is sniping outside the manor. Tank, you protect Lingling; Snake Spirit, you and the monkey team first attack the surrounding people. People clean up;
Jing Jing, Hao Yunlai, you two are following me; Zhen Nantian, your injuries are still..."
