"No, it's not him..." Monk Huicong became anxious and grabbed the fat man. Then he looked at Jiang Cheng with urging eyes and said slurredly: "You, it's... you're here."
Jiang Cheng felt that the Huicong monk was so cute and silly. They were different, and he and Fatty had a tacit understanding. He gave Fatty a look and asked Fatty to choose, and then he smoked.
But what surprised him was that the fat man stared at these paper figures with a blank look in his eyes, "What's going on? Why...how did these paper figures all look the same?"
Jiang Cheng lowered his head to look at the paper figures. Each of the seven paper figures was distinct, and each paper figure could correspond to one of the people in the team.
At this time, Monk Huicong also let go of his hand and looked at him with an indescribable weird smile, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, "Hey, hey..."
Jiang Cheng understood. This must be Monk Huicong's manipulation, or it could be the rules of the game, which restricted Fatty's performance.
Without any further hesitation, Jiang Cheng reached out and took away one of the paper figures, the maid paper figure.
At this moment, a loud voice from the distance came, "Junior Brother Huicong, you can make it easy for the senior brothers to find me!"
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This familiar voice immediately made Monk Huicong shiver. Following the sound, he saw Monk Huide and his party striding towards here, including Monk Huiming.
Hui Cong's face suddenly changed. Just like yesterday, he immediately grabbed the paper figurine on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. Jiang Cheng also stuffed the maid paper figurine into his pocket.
Fatty Jiangcheng stood up and stood in front of Monk Hui Cong, giving him time to swallow the paper doll. From the current point of view, Monk Hui Cong was on their side for the time being.
Monk Huide was still the same, with a kind face under his dark skin, "Amitabha, the two donors are here too."
"Master Huide." Jiang Cheng clasped his hands together.
After Monk Huide glanced at Fatty Jiangcheng for a few times, he then looked at Monk Huicong who was hiding behind the two of them and did not dare to raise his head. He smiled and said: "Junior Brother Huicong, it will be fasting time in a moment. Once you have finished fasting, you have to prepare later." It’s time to practice your merits. I heard from Junior Brother Huiming that you didn’t cultivate your merits well last night. You can’t go on like this. If you don’t practice your merits with your fellow apprentices, how can you get rid of your inner demons as soon as possible?”
When Monk Huicong heard this, his face turned pale with fright, and he kept shaking his head, "No, don't cultivate... don't cultivate merit, don't cultivate..."
Monk Huiming came forward with several strong monks, "How can you do without cultivating merit? Just follow the brothers and be obedient. As long as you concentrate on cultivating enough merit, your hysteria will be cured!"
"Wait a minute!" Jiang Cheng suddenly said, "Master Huide, there's something I don't understand. Yesterday I saw Master Huicong not so haggard. How did he become like this after a night of practicing merit?"
Following Jiang Cheng's look, the fat man turned around and pulled down Monk Huicong's tattered shirt. The exposed skin was covered with purple bruises and blood stains from whipping. Monk Huicong's own skin was very white, which became more and more prominent. These traces of abuse are shocking.
But after monk Huide chanted the Buddha's name, he sighed, and then his eyes turned slightly red, "The donor doesn't know something. Junior Brother Huicong has too many inner demons. When he is studying Buddhism and cultivating merits, he often goes crazy and beats the temple for no reason. Monks, we have no choice but to tie him up with ropes. During the struggle, our body will inevitably be damaged. We only hope that he will cultivate enough merit and virtue as soon as possible, shine the light of the Buddha, and drive out his inner demons."
Jiang Cheng almost laughed out of anger, but he still clasped his hands and returned the greeting, "So that's it, then it's all the fault of Master Huide and all the other masters."
"We are both disciples of Buddhism, so we have to do our part." Huide clasped his hands together and chanted with unusual piety, "Amitabha."
Monk Huiming and his men came forward and dragged Huicong away. The fat man saw this and wanted to stop him, but was dissuaded by Jiang Cheng's look.
While pulling, Monk Huide persuaded: "Junior Brother Huicong, I will ask Junior Brother Huiqing to come to the Gongde Hall to practice merit together later, so that you can be considered a companion."
Unexpectedly, after hearing Huiqing's name, Huicong seemed to be suddenly stimulated and started to go crazy. For a while, several people couldn't hold him down.
"No, don't cultivate merit! I don't want... don't lie on Huiqing!"
Fatty Jiangcheng was stunned when he heard this. They knew that Huiqing was a young monk with a delicate face, but Huicong said not to lie on Huiqing...
As if he thought of something, the fat man shivered instantly, and a chill hit his heart.
"Quick, hold him down hard!" Monk Huiming and several others were also confused for a while. Hui Cong kept kicking and hitting them, and even bit them with his teeth. "Junior Brother Hui Cong's hysteria has occurred again! What nonsense are you talking about!"
Facing Monk Huide's request for help, Fatty Jiangcheng just watched but did not help. They even hoped that Monk Huicong could break free and run away. But the temple is so big, where can Monk Huicong go?
After all, Monk Huicong's body was still much thinner than that of these brothers. He was caught again after a while and pushed to the ground. Monk Huide took off Hui Cong's shirt, and then used the shirt to tie Hui Cong's hands that were tied behind his back. But it was at this glance that Fatty Jiangcheng saw clearly the tattoo on Huicong's back.
Because the back is full of scars, the tattoo is already somewhat molded, but it is easy to see that it is well-made. It is covered with star dots of different sizes and connected with each other by lines. At first glance, it looks like a constellation chart.
But before taking a closer look, Monk Huicong was carried away like a dead pig, and his mouth was blocked. He could only look helplessly at Jiang Cheng and let out a whimpering sound.
"Hey——" A sigh brought Fatty Jiangcheng's attention back, and Huide showed a look of compassion, "It's pitiful for me, my junior brother Huicong, that such a talent is entangled by inner demons, and he is so crazy."
Without being too reserved, Monk Huide left with those monks. The fat man was very anxious when he saw these people walking away, "Doctor, did you hear that the merits these fake monks forced Huicong to practice are all fake. Drinking and eating. Forget about the meat, he actually said not to lie on Hui Qing's body..." The fat man couldn't go on at this point. He felt sick when he thought of that scene.
"We met little Master Huiqing. At that time, we thought he was handsome and handsome. I didn't expect... I didn't expect that it was a woman. This temple actually hides a woman in it!"
Jiang Cheng has a wide range of knowledge and has read many strange unofficial histories. It is not uncommon for women to be hidden in temples. Usually, in order to hide their identity, these women will be poisoned with secret drugs to mute their voices, which will make their voices much rougher.
But what Jiang Cheng is most concerned about now is the two "similar people" who sneaked in. He was not sure about the purpose of those people at first. They were partly trying to deceive Huicong just now, but he noticed that Huicong did not refute.
According to the classification given by Huicong, two of the "beneficiaries" were of the same type as them. He judged that the so-called "similar people" should mean that they all came from the real world, and the remaining few were local aborigines. That is, the NPCs that originally belonged to this world.
And among the "benefactor" NPCs, the only ones Jiang Cheng could think of at the moment were the night watchmen.
Taking a deep breath, the shadow of Shao Tong appeared in his mind. Along with it, there were also those whose whereabouts were unknown mentioned by the crimson second-level dangerous body with the ability to be the sea of consciousness. They were captured together with Shao Tong. Crimson member taken away.
