Yan Yian originally wanted to see if the old monk who suddenly passed away in the police station had any special methods.
The little monk searched for a long time with the compass, and finally said something Yan Yian had said several times recently: "Dig."
Yan Yian: “…”
Are the methods you people in the metaphysical circle use to hide something so simple and unpretentious?
Yan Wan seemed to see the silence and desire to complain in his eyes. She gently patted his arm with her gloved hand and whispered comfortingly, "At least you found it."
They had been driving in the white snow for most of the day. If they still couldn't find Yan Wan, they would start to suspect that the monk was deliberately deceiving them.
Of course, she still had some doubts: "If you come alone, how are you going to get the things out?"
This location is not just outside the country, but in terms of longitude and latitude, it can be considered close to the Arctic Circle.
If the little monk came alone, let alone digging the frozen ground, just clearing the snow on it would be enough to keep him busy for a while. By the time he took out the things, the daylily would probably be cold.
The young monk turned around and gave her a cold look, as if she had said something stupid, and said sarcastically, "This is how my good master guards against me."
"Then your relationship as master and disciple..." Yan Wan paused for a moment and chose a more euphemistic word, "It's really quite plastic."
This time the little monk did not refute, but nodded in agreement.
"Do you hate him?" Yan Wan suddenly asked.
Little monk: "Hate? Why hate?"
"Because he was on guard against me before he died?"
"He picked me up when I was almost starving to death."
"He gives me something to eat, and I run errands for him. It's an equal exchange."
"I know what I did might not be a good thing, but so what? Could doing good things help me, with my stutter, survive at that time?"
"Besides, he didn't put the knife to anyone's neck. What those people did afterwards has nothing to do with him."
Although these words sounded like an excuse, Yan Yian and Yan Wan exchanged glances when they heard this, and both saw some agreement with the last sentence in each other's eyes.
In a sense, the other party's calculations were really accurate. If Yan Xianjue had not intervened, it would seem that everything would have come true.
But this sounds even more outrageous. The extent to which he pays attention to every detail is almost beyond the scope of fortune-telling. Instead, it is more like the situation of Yan Xianjue who got the script in advance.
Yan Wan continued to ask tentatively: "Do you know how he died?"
The little monk glanced at her. During the time he was imprisoned by Lin Shi, he was asked many questions, but this was the first time someone asked him this question.
But he shook his head: "I don't know."
"He had been planning his own funeral a long time ago, so I don't even know if he had calculated when he would die."
Yan Yian nodded slightly, and briefly sorted out the information Yan Wan had just asked in his mind, comparing it with the information he knew before.
At present, it is difficult for them to define it using words like good guys and bad guys.
This is normal because the world is not black and white.
"How long have you been working for Lin Lang?"
Little monk: “Not long.”
Yan Yian nodded thoughtfully: "Lin Lang seems to have been very fond of burning incense and praying to Buddha for a while?"
His words did not have a clear direction. The little monk did not know whether Yan Yian was asking him or Yan Wan, so he did not speak immediately.
Yan Wan carefully recalled the relevant matters.
"Is it the time for Mr. Lin's birthday?"
"I remember that Lin Lang often went to the temple to chant sutras and pray for Mr. Lin. Many people in the circle knew about this at the time."
Yan Yian said softly "hmm".
Lin Lang does have some talent in acting that was passed down from the Lin family's ancestors.
Seeing that they had guessed a lot, the little monk no longer concealed it: "Lin Lang used this time to contact my master."
Yan Wan uttered a light "huh," the mockery in her voice evident.
"Why did Lin Lang keep you?" Yan Yian suddenly asked him.
"Your only value lies in being able to find the things your master left behind."
"With Lin Lang's personality, he won't be easily manipulated."
Little monk: "It's no use even if he knows where it is."
As soon as he finished speaking, the mercenary in charge of excavation came over with something.
It was a piece of parchment that looked very old, with densely packed symbols drawn on it.
It's just that maybe there was an accident during the excavation, and now the parchment is broken into two pieces.
Seeing Yan Yian staring at the crack for a long time, the mercenary said a little guiltily: "The ground is too hard, we need some tools."
Yan Yian said nothing, motioning the monk to take it: "Is it still usable?"
The young monk picked it up and took a look: "It should be fine."
"It's in Sanskrit. My master made some minor changes. No one can understand it except me."
No wonder, this must be the life-saving method left for him by the old monk.
It seems that this old monk doesn't really trust Lin Lang.
No, Yan Yian quickly understood the old monk's intention.
In this way he seems to be trying to maintain the balance of the world that is a fusion of novels.
Lin Lang is the protagonist, but he cannot be the only one who dominates and overshadows the protagonists of other novels.
Yan Yian wasn't sure if this would have any bad consequences, but the old monk had obviously considered this.
"I'll translate it right away." The little monk took the initiative to speak when he saw Yan Yian's pensive expression.
Yan Yian shook his head: "Is there anything else you want to find?"
"there is none left."
"Let's talk about it when we get back to the hotel. There's no need to rush."
The little monk was stunned. Is he treated so well after being imprisoned?
Thinking about the people who were killed by Lin Shi by Lin Lang who were sent to follow him, he also knew that Lin Lang did not trust him much.
In the past, after finding something, I would wish he could translate it on the spot.
No matter whether he is at the scene of a volcanic eruption or being chased by a polar bear on the Arctic glacier.
In fact, Yan Yian just felt that this place was not safe.
But since he has been misunderstood, he will not explain.
He raised his hand and called someone in the crowd over: "Tell Lin Shi that I've taken the person away."
The person who was called out hesitated for a long time and finally nodded. He watched Yan Yian take the person away. After hesitating for a moment, he followed.
Yan Wan gave him a strange look.
"The boss asked me to watch him. You guys took him away, so who should I watch?"
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