Hong Nianke looked at the celadon bowl in front of him, but he didn't move.
Seeing that Hong Nian refused to drink, Zhen Junyi smiled slightly and said, "What? You don't like drinking? Or are you afraid that there is something wrong with the contents of this bowl? Do you want me to take a sip first?"
Hong Nianke raised her eyes and looked at the half-handsome, half-terrifying man in front of her. After a long time, she said calmly: "The Fountain of Youth is actually dragon's blood...!"
Zhen Junyi couldn't help but be shocked by Hong Nianke's words. He looked at Hong Nianke and said word by word: "What else do you know?"
Hong Nian did not answer Zhen Junyi's words, but continued to ask: "It seems that you have already rejected the Fountain of Youth. The only way to cure your body is to find the source and take away the dragon soul. And you So if you don't kill me, do you want to get clues about the dragon soul from me..."
Hong Nianke pointed to the celadon bowl in front of her and said with a smile: "If I'm not wrong, the contents here are probably similar to those of foreign veritaserums! I drank it, and after a while it I will tell you everything I know in my heart...but unfortunately..."
Zhen Junyi squinted his eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes. He said word by word: "What are you regretting?"
Hong Nian did not answer immediately. Instead, he picked up the celadon bowl in front of him and drank the dark red liquid in it. Then he wiped his mouth and said, "Unfortunately, I don't know anything."
… …
The wind was still blowing, and countless sand and dust were kicked up, covering the sky and the sun. The originally red sky was blown into gray in a short time.
A group of us tried our best to run eastward, and finally arrived at the temple mentioned on the note before the wind became stronger.
The temple is not big and stands alone on the hillside.
No one has been to this temple for a long time. The temple door is tilted to the side. The vermilion paint on the door has been eroded by the wind and sand and turned white. Although the scriptures on the courtyard wall look relatively new, there are some. Several places were obviously patched up.
I walked over and touched the gold paint on the wall with my hand. Upon seeing this, Xiong Ming and the others came over and asked, "Hu Tian, what's wrong? Did you find anything?"
I frowned and said, "Someone just touched up the writing on it! It didn't take long, at most 20 hours ago, and the paint wasn't dry yet!"
Xiong Ming asked differently: "It's been more than 20 hours and it's not dry yet?"
I said: "You may not know...gold paint is a very special paint. Its main ingredients are copper powder and fake paint. Especially for this fake paint, the celluloid component and metal powder in it can form a different It is a water-permeable and air-impermeable protective layer, but the only disadvantage is that it takes a long time to dry out, usually more than forty hours to dry completely.”
After hearing what I said, Xiong Ming immediately jumped up and shouted: "According to what you said, the boy who wrote the book is still in this temple?"
I scolded: "What the hell are you yelling at? Even if you are still inside, you scared me away!"
Xiong Ming seemed to realize his recklessness, and immediately covered his mouth with his hand, lowered his voice and said, "What should we do now?"
I said, "What else can I do? Of course, go in and take a look!"
Xiaomei asked from the side: "How to get in?"
"How do you get in?" I was amused by Xiaomei's words. I looked at her and said, "How else can I get in? Of course I go in through the gate."
"Just...just walk in like this?" A few people seemed to not believe their ears, and asked with wide eyes: "Hu Tian, are you not mistaken? You let us just walk in like this? What if there is an ambush? manage?"
I sighed and said: "If it were before, we could consider sneaking in and catching each other off guard, but don't forget..."
When I said this, I pointed at Xiong Ming, and then continued: "You don't know how loud this boy's voice was just now. Even a deaf person knows that someone is coming from outside. Since the other party already knows that we are here, why bother? Where can I hide it? Wouldn't it be better to go in openly?"
After saying that, without waiting for the other people to object, I turned around and strode into the ruined temple in front of me.
The name of this temple is Yinshan Temple. There are two entrances to the courtyard. The front courtyard is a small hall, which has collapsed and looks awkward. I glanced sideways and found that there is a Medicine Buddha enshrined in the hall.
However, at this time, the Medicine Buddha had fallen sideways due to the collapse of the house, and half of its body was broken, but it still maintained a kind and solemn smile on its face.
I looked at the Medicine Buddha statue and secretly sighed: "No matter how people in this world treat you, you can face it calmly with a smile. How many people in this world can do this?"
After giving up my mind, I sighed and walked towards the inner courtyard. Compared to the small hall outside, the main hall in the inner courtyard was much more majestic.
The main hall in the inner courtyard is about five meters high. Although it has been in disrepair for a long time, it is at least still complete. In the middle of the main hall, there is a statue of Tripitaka, and two people are sitting upright under the statue.
These two people are old and young.
The old man has a bald head and a long beard, and is thin and wearing only a gray monk's robe in the cold weather.
Judging from his appearance, the young man is about 28 or 29 years old. He is dressed in black and wearing a pair of foreign military boots. There is a MacMillan TAC50 sniper rifle at his side.
I looked at the sniper rifle and thought: "If nothing else happens, the glass bullet just now was shot from this gun."
The old man had been closing his door to meditate, with an expression that seemed to be in trance. It was not until I stepped into the main hall that the old man slowly opened his eyes and said loudly: "Donor Hu, we finally meet again!"
The old monk's words made me startled. The surprise was not because he knew me, but because he added the word "and" in the sentence he just said.
I was stunned for a moment, then cleared my throat and said, "According to you, we have met before?"
The old monk was not surprised by my answer. He nodded slightly, and then said, "I have met Benefactor Hu several times."
I looked at the old monk and asked calmly: "May I ask this old master, what should I call you?"
The old monk smiled slightly and said: "I can bear a grain of dust in this world, and my name is not worth mentioning!"
"My master's name is..." As soon as the old monk finished speaking, the young man next to him suddenly said, "My master's name is Banren!"
"Ban Ren...?" This name sounded very familiar to me. I tried hard to find clues in my mind, but for a while I couldn't remember where I had seen the person in front of me.
I thought about it for a while, but I didn't have any clues about the old monk named Banren, so I stopped thinking about it. I just looked at the old monk Banren and said, "You called me here in this way. Are you planning to reminisce about old times with me?"
