Chapter 53 Sir, this way please!
This was probably because that large group of mutants had gathered most of the surrounding mutants.
During the three days of traveling, the group only encountered a few scattered beasts, and they were very weak.
The old monk took out an ordinary Barrett and shot them one by one, sending them to eternal bliss cleanly and neatly.
After the old monk shot another one, Su Qinghong couldn't help but ask, "Speaking of which, I've always wanted to ask you this. You don't practice Buddhist techniques, but instead practice spear fighting and fighting spirit. Won't the Buddha blame you for insulting the tranquility of Buddhism?"
"Amitabha, the Buddha has no form, so the Buddha has the form of sentient beings. The Buddha does not care whether the Buddhist disciples practice Buddhist techniques or not."
The old monk put away the Barrett, then explained with a smile in plain language.
"To cultivate Buddhism is to cultivate one's original mind. Just like Buddhist precepts forbid the consumption of meat, but in order to save the world and save people, I still don't mind eating flesh."
"Those so-called monks in the secular world, seemingly practicing vegetarianism and chanting Buddhist scriptures, are actually secretly engaged in commercial operations and land acquisitions. What's the point of practicing Buddhism then?"
"The precepts are merely a way to constrain the moral character and thoughts of monks. They are a way to quickly limit human bad habits, just like cramming education for the purpose of rapid learning."
"You can't say it's wrong, but it's definitely not suitable for everyone, only for most people."
"The discipline is not the key, the Dharma is not the key either, the heart is the key."
“How profound.”
The snow-white fox ears on Su Qinghong's head drooped down, showing confusion.
"Master Ruhuo's meaning should be similar to what that ancient Chinese monk said, 'Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart.'"
Anthony, the fake foreigner, actually understood what was said and acted as if he had suddenly realized something.
At this moment, he was holding a small white saucer in his left hand and a cup of sweet and fragrant black tea in his right hand, sipping it comfortably.
It was cloudy this afternoon, and Anthony, as a vampire, said he felt very comfortable.
If you ignore his college student outfit, he now looks like a genuine British aristocrat with the Union Jack in old London.
Kashan was as taciturn as ever, or perhaps she was so socially phobic that she dared not speak.
Lu Wenwu, a new concept social phobia who has always been at the forefront of watching the fun, is also silent.
This was mainly because he was distracted by playing music games while walking, obsessed with improving his strength, and had no intention of arguing with my Fox Brother from Northeast China.
In the distance, a "village" is already in sight.
There seemed to have been a bloody battle here.
The dilapidated earthen wall covered with iron sheets was crumbling and covered with shocking cracks.
The dried blood dyed the ground brown, just like the green leaves under the flowers, setting off the eerie skeleton in front that was at least ten meters tall.
This is the skeleton of a seventh-order deformed being, killed by the first leader of the Giant Bone Gathering Area.
This is also the origin of the name of this gathering place.
Well, at that time this place was called the Giant Bone Shelter.
Before they even reached the battle-damaged gate of the gathering place, the gatekeeper had already exclaimed in disbelief.
"Oh my God, it's Priest Gu Ying and Old John! And Takeda! Incredible, they actually came back alive and brought back a few outsiders!"
"Holy crap, it's true! This old guy must have made a fortune on this trip with Takeda!"
Both guards are only first-level (C-) evolvers, slightly stronger than ordinary people in the wasteland.
But compared with a "big boss" like Gu Ying who has the dual second-level (C) identities of a priest and an evolver, the gap is huge.
So, these two guys who usually made a lot of money didn't mention Gu Ying at all. They went straight to Old John and the other two with laughter, ready to give them a good beating.
"Ahaha! Isn't this our great archaeologist old John Hull and his follower Takeda! Congratulations on your wealth!"
Takeda, a thin and skinny guy who always likes to keep things peaceful, changed his behavior this time.
He walked forward with a sinister smile, casually pulled out a Type 92 rifle from his pocket, loaded it skillfully, and pointed it at the forehead of the person who spoke.
"Of course not. Look at this old-fashioned pistol in my hand. Doesn't it resemble your worthless life, a bully who only cares about the weak and the strong?"
The old monk has a kind heart.
Takeda and Old John were each given a pistol and several boxes of bullets as a reward.
He has a lot of these things in his backpack, they are not expensive.
Old John also calmly took out a Type 92 rifle and loaded it with a click.
"Calm down, calm down man!"
The evolver who was being pointed at immediately raised his hands and broke out in a cold sweat.
C-level evolvers may not be able to evolve scales and shells, and even if they do evolve, they may not be in the vital positions.
With his current physical defense, if he gets shot in the face, the only outcome is a headshot and death.
"I sincerely congratulate you on your fortune, truly!" the Evolver said with a smile. "You and Old John are really lucky right now. You have old-era firearms, and you escaped the previous wave of aberrations. You're so lucky."
Takeda withdrew his pistol expressionlessly: "You are a thousand-year-old fox. What are you playing with me? I don't know what kind of person you are."
The fox ears under Su Qinghong's hat moved, and she asked curiously, "Do you have Liao Zhai and fox fairies here?"
"Hey, Sister Hong, I don't know what Liao Zhai is, and I've never seen a fox." Takeda gave an awkward laugh. "I just know it's a common saying. I don't know when I learned it."
"oh"
The Northeastern fox girl instantly lost interest in this topic.
The three men in the team looked at each other and read some information from each other's eyes.
If the book "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" was here, combined with the Chinese language they spoke, would this be another blue planet?
A blue planet where a nuclear war broke out?
But what about those so-called gods?
Do they really exist, or are they just fantasies created by the wastelanders in their despair?
Lu Wenwu, who felt that this place was boring, was too lazy to argue with these guys who were looking at people’s behavior and immediately circulated his qi and blood to release his own strength.
The powerful pressure knocked the two guards and the people watching the excitement not far away to the ground.
Even a third-level (C+ grade) evolver hiding in the dark is no exception.
There was no vulgar scene where the second brother was so infatuated with the beauty that Lu Wenwu and his group were forced to pretend to be cool and get slapped in the face.
In the apocalyptic wasteland, strength is justice and power brings freedom.
As long as you are strong enough, you can use Zhao Gao's locking skill [Calling a Stag a Horse] as many times as you want.
The frightened third-level evolver politely asked Lu Wenwu and others about their purpose of coming, and respectfully led them to the residence of the leader of the gathering place.
Fifth Brother’s powerful fist is more effective than any words and is worth more than a thousand words.
(End of this chapter)
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