Chapter 426 The Monk’s Bet Begins
"So, if we're lucky, we can just watch the first battle?"
"Yes, if you're unlucky... the armed forces over there are very powerful. I hope everyone is prepared. The key is the second stop. Not far away is the private garden of a wealthy businessman. Things won't be so easy there."
Regarding the plan to seize the tripod at the first stop, Zhuangyan Temple, Yang Yang made detailed arrangements and arranged plan A and plan B. Jingshu liked to meet such teammates when she went out. They didn't think at all and just did whatever they were told. However, judging from Yang Yang's arrangements, the situation was not optimistic and he was ready to rob it.
So, does that mean he's not optimistic about the monk? Jing Shu shifted her gaze to the calm-looking monk, her mind wandering to all sorts of other things. She wasn't very enthusiastic about going to the Zhuangyan Temple, but if there was something to gain, she would be happy to do so.
But when the priest was finally assigned, everyone's eyes turned to him. What duties would he be assigned? What skills would he have?
The priest gestured and said slowly:
Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Lead us not into danger, but deliver us from evil. For yours is the power and the glory forever. Amen.
Um? ? ?
Lingling said, "Maybe he will pray for us in the back."
Well, okay, what I mean is that Jingshu and her group just go up and do it, and the priest is responsible for shouting 666 in the back, that’s what I mean, right?
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Two days passed quickly. Jingshu went out alone in a big cotton-padded jacket to scout the area, but she didn't get any good results. Instead, she dealt with a lot of followers. There is a big gap between the rich and the poor in the United States. The rich are rich as hell, while the poor can't even afford to eat, so they embark on the road of crime.
There are obviously no rich people in the area where Jingshu lives. The United States is extremely unsafe now. Most of the rich people hire various bodyguards and have their own private territories.
The crime rate here is terribly high, especially among black people. Jingshu hasn't slept well these past two days. There are often gunshots, followed by crying and shouting. Many people ran to the church to seek shelter.
At this time, the nuns were the embodiment of justice and rescued these people. The priest seemed to be awake for 24 hours. He always baptized every victim with the Bible, or took these people into the church, or prayed for these victims and sent them away.
The priest's church seems to be a paradise in New York, the only one that does not discriminate against blacks or whites. As long as the person who comes is a sufferer, he will show mercy and save him.
Not only that, but they also provided them with food. Jingshu had no idea how many people were housed in this manor-like church. So, in the current food-scarce United States, how did the priests solve the problem of food? Yet, it seemed as if someone came to deliver food every day, so where was their profit point?
Jingshu didn't know why her teammate, the priest, did this, but she felt something was a little strange...
In New York, the most common crimes at present are robbery, murder, human trafficking, etc. In a word, people do whatever is profitable. The US government has also killed many people, but it cannot solve the problem at all, because the lower class has no food source and can only rob.
So even if you are walking in the city center, you have to carry your weapon with you, otherwise, there will be black people around you who will stare at you covetously, thinking about where to sell you.
The experience was not very good. The key was that she didn't find anything valuable. Not only that, the fat chicken had caused her trouble in the past two days!
Because the two black American eggs brought from the black market were actually hatched into two chicks by a fat chicken.
The moment the chicks chirped, Jingshu was completely stunned. What was going on? The fat chickens had hatched? But how did they hatch in such cold temperatures in the US? The two American chicks were indeed different from the Chinese ones. First, their feathers were black. Secondly, Jingshu had seen them elsewhere, and their tails were fan-shaped like peacocks. They were also much larger, and their combs were massive, like tumors.
So does this mean we can eat new breeds of chicken in the future?
Ugh! This isn't a question of whether it's a chicken or not, but she went abroad to complete a dangerous mission. Bringing a fighting chicken is fine, but now she has to bring two encumbered chickens with her?
This style of painting is really wrong.
Would you like to roast a chicken? Or stew the chicken with mushrooms? Jingshu looked at the two little black chickens dangerously. The fat chicken flapped its wings and protected the black chicken under its wings. It wasn't her own eggs, but her motherly love overflowed.
"Okay, take care of the cubs you adopted yourself. I don't care about them." Jingshu said to the fat chicken.
On the morning of the third day, the priest and 28 nuns arrived at the Grand Monastery in Riverdale, New York. They were accompanied by Jingshu and a small group. Jingshu had the most luggage of the group, and she also brought three chickens...
Fortunately, no one's eyes seemed to be on her. Even the nuns were staring straight ahead. The atmosphere in the whole team was rather dull, and the chickens that loved to chirp were so scared that they didn't dare to crow.
Zhuangyan Temple was built by Chinese people before the end of the world. It is a tourist attraction and a place for scholars to study Buddhism and comparative religion. It is the largest temple in Northern Michael and has a rich collection of Buddhist books.
Now after experiencing the end of the world, this place has become one of the refuges, but there are not many people from the United States, and even fewer people come to such a remote place to seek refuge. In addition, there are also strong hidden secret armed forces that are said to be carrying out secret activities, as well as the original monks, local religions, and so on.
The monk who made the bet was a middle-aged monk who looked quite wealthy and fat. He had scars on his head, but the monk in Jingshu's team did not have any.
Jingshu originally thought that this should be a bloody gambling fight, or a competition of chanting, or a competition of Buddhist fields, etc. In short, it should be a bet with a monk.
But the result was far beyond Jingshu's expectations.
The priest and twenty-eight nuns sat neatly in the large courtyard, while the abbot and monks sat on the opposite side. At the same time, many black people came to the courtyard to watch the fun and kept shouting. It was nothing like the scene Jingshu saw on TV where the monks of Shaolin Temple were holding sticks to fight off the enemy.
A little lo...
But the content of the bet was not lol at all, and even exceeded Jingshu's expectations.
After the monk and the middle-aged monk opposite him bowed to each other, they both took off their shirts, leaving only thin pants.
"Hmm??? What do you mean by taking off clothes right away? And showing off your fists and feet? That doesn't seem like it."
It was at this time that a young monk from the temple finally came with a plate and took out the important treasure of this bet.
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