Hearing this, Ye Qiutang's eyes that had darkened once again glowed with life, "Every misfortune turns into good fortune, every adversity turns into good fortune... So as long as we follow them, we may be able to find some hope!"
"Looking at this person's face, he is definitely not a short-lived person. At least this Jiji Temple is not his burial place." Song Tianming took a deep breath and looked at the courtyard door, which was the direction where Wang Fugui last disappeared, "If this If there is any chance of survival after this disaster, these two people are our only way to survive!"
"And I can be sure that these two people are by no means ordinary people. As for their claims that they are from Bianzhou, they are probably lying."
Jiang Cheng's face flashed through Ye Qiutang's mind, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who do you think they are, sir?"
This time Song Tianming rarely hesitated, and finally shook his head, "If the hexagram is not revealed, I'm afraid the secret must not be leaked."
"But please rest assured, Miss, one thing is for sure, no matter who they are, they are all on our side at this time."
"In this monastery, we are friends, not enemies."
Ye Qiutang nodded slowly. It was not difficult to understand Song Tianming's words. In order to kill these two people, Lu Zhu chose to seek cooperation with the monks in the temple. This was enough to explain the problem.
"Well, as the teacher said, we will bet our money on these two people. I hope... that every bad thing will turn into good luck, and every adversity will turn into good fortune!"
At this moment, in the west wing room, the door was closed tightly, and a burly figure was leaning against the door, holding a short knife in his arms.
Although the middle-aged man lowered his head as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed, no one dared to ignore the evil aura in this man.
In addition to the two people who died, there were four people in the room, a child with red lips and white teeth, a plainly dressed old woman, and an old man with gray hair and a kind-hearted look.
At this moment, except for the old man who was sitting calmly at the table, the children and the old woman looked very nervous.
The child looked at the old man nervously. After seeing the old man nodded slightly, the child approached the middle-aged man with relief and said in a childish and fearful voice: "Zhao...Zhao Dutong, I want to pay tribute."
"No!" Zhao Dutong suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp eyes like an eagle seeming to tear the child apart.
After this, the child was almost frightened and cried, and his legs began to tremble, giving people a sense of urgency that he was about to become incontinent.
"Oh, Zhao Dutong, what are you doing?" The kind-hearted old man on the side couldn't stand it. He stood up, walked to the child's side, gently touched the child's head with his hand, and then looked at the cold-faced middle-aged man. The man said, "How long has it been? I don't know how long it will take if I keep waiting. In this case, Zhao Dutong, for my sake, just let him go."
"Mr. Murong, please don't embarrass me. This is what the lady said. No one is allowed to leave this room without her order."
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"Kowtow before the devil, and scrape gold from the Buddha's face."
Looking down at the two lines of words on the back of the paper man in his hand, Jiang Cheng fell into deep thought again.
The familiar scene not long ago happened again. Monk Huicong appeared behind them without anyone noticing. After that, they also re-selected the paper man for tonight.
This time the paper man is smaller, smaller than all the paper men, because this time, he chose the child.
In the underground base, he had seen those second-generation crimsons. These people were generally young, and the most likely one among the remaining people was the child.
He had also observed carefully, but he felt that there was nothing wrong with the child. His eyes were pure and his movements were quick. He also had a normal sense of wariness towards strangers like him. But the more normal the child was, the more he tolerated it. Can't help but doubt.
"Doctor, what do these two words mean?" The fat man squatting beside Jiang Cheng asked, pointing at the paper man.
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's eyes were fixed on the top of the paper figure. Above the two vertical words "Kowtow before the devil, and scrape gold from the Buddha's face" there are two words Feng Shui, just like the horizontal batch, but the position is not much different from the horizontal batch. same.
"I don't know, maybe it's a reminder to pay attention to Feng Shui or something." Jiang Cheng told the truth, leaving these clues to Li Bai Yao and Shunyu.
Of course, that's assuming they survived last night's mission.
After putting away the paper figurine and finding a piece of dirt, Jiang Cheng picked up a branch and roughly drew the tattoo on the back of Monk Huicong based on his memory.
Although this was not the first time they met, Fatty was still deeply impressed by Jiang Cheng's memory and painting skills. "It has to be you, the doctor. With this picture, we can go find that Old Bang Song... Bah! Old Senior Song , let him distinguish whether this is the Buddhist picture of Jialan Bodhisattva suppressing demons, or some kind of picture from the Taoist sect."
As the fat man spoke, he took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the picture "Kaka".
Jiang Cheng threw away the branch and stood up slowly, "I can't trust Song Tianming and those people. When I contact Li Bai, tell her the picture and ask her to help take a look."
When Li Bai Yao and Shun Yu were mentioned, Fatty's original good mood disappeared in half. It was already close to noon, but they still had no news at all, and the same was true for Tang Qisheng Zhu Jie.
Feeling the fat man's disappointment, Jiang Cheng patted him on the shoulder, and the two found a shady place and sat down side by side. "I just met Monk Huicong, did you notice anything?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"There are more injuries on his body, and those people are getting more and more ruthless." The fat man felt heartbroken when he thought of Hui Cong's bruised body.
Jiang Cheng's tone became cautious, "He is thinner and weaker. This time he was taken away by Huide and the others without much struggle."
"He can't hold on much longer."
