Chapter 428: Cauldron Obtained
Gradually, only two groups of people were left in the huge temple. Apart from the two people who were burning fat in the center and talking about Buddhism, there were only the abbot of the Zhuangyan Temple and his monks, the 28 nuns led by the priest, and Jingshu's team.
First there was a burning smell of scorched meat, which then turned into an pungent burnt smell that was hard to cover up. The blood solidified due to the burn and eventually turned black. Both of them showed their strong consciousness.
Master Yuantong is fatter, so there is more fat burning, and there is always crackling sound. Maybe there is too much fat, so he burns faster than the monk who is Jingshu's teammate.
In the dim light, others might not be able to see the charcoal-roasted meat clearly, but Jingshu could see that the entire arm had turned black, and perhaps it would be reduced to ashes with a slight breeze.
Sometimes Jingshu wondered, what was the point of the monk's actions? They were strong enough to rob, so why would he risk his life? Or perhaps, this was his Dharma, perhaps he needed to atone for his past mistakes, or perhaps he needed a legitimate way to reclaim the tripod he had lost, and if he couldn't, he could entrust it to his teammates.
As an old mother, the fat chicken rarely taught her cubs to stay obediently, and she clung to her owner's thighs tightly without letting go. This reminded Jingshu of the time when this guy made the chickens in the chicken coop restless and everyone followed her lead. How arrogant the fat chicken was at that time.
The host's brush was always a bit out of place, more like roasting a suckling pig, where he would occasionally smear some oil on it, and apply more on any areas that were not cooked evenly. He kept reciting scriptures in his mouth that no one could understand.
The fire gradually spread to the shoulders, and more than two hours had passed. During this long torture, both of them were a little dehydrated and no longer had the initial discussion. Instead, they began to recite scriptures, as if this could reduce the pain.
The fire spread in large areas. Although it only burned the shoulders, it spread to the heart and lungs. Master Yuantong's breathing became more and more rapid, and Monk Jielu was almost losing consciousness.
The atmosphere began to become tense, and the outcome seemed to be just around the corner. The sound of bullets being loaded seemed to be heard in the dark, and even the little monk holding the tripod began to tremble.
Jingshu opened her eyes wide and looked at the monk who was almost turned into a carbonized man with a large area of burns. He gritted his teeth tightly and sweat dripped down. Some of the sweat was painful and some was hot. No one knew how much willpower it took to sit still in such a situation.
The fire eventually spread from his shoulders, his entire upper body ablaze. Previously, the burning was limited to a small area, but now it had expanded several times. The flames on Master Yuantong's body intensified, and soon he was engulfed in a sea of flames. His breathing became more rapid, as if he was struggling to catch his breath, and his face flushed redder and redder.
"Ugh..." He only managed to groan before he collapsed to the ground from his sitting position, completely losing consciousness and breathing.
"Oh." The host sighed, shook his head regretfully, and finally waved his hand, indicating that the monk was the final winner.
Tank poured a large bucket of water that he had prepared earlier on the fire, and the fire was extinguished instantly. He then took a heat-insulating coat to wrap up the mutilated monk. Finally, the monk fainted completely when he learned of his victory.
The abbot led the other monks around Master Yuantong who had transformed into a sea of fire. They sat cross-legged and began to chant sutras for him. The abbot struck the wooden fish, and the sounds resonated in Jingshu's ears. There was a wonderful melody when so many monks chanted together, and for some reason it made people feel their irritable hearts calm down instantly.
Jingshu took out the balls she had rolled and flattened them, then pressed them all over the monk's upper body, which was horribly burnt to charcoal. Even though only his arms were burned, his internal organs were probably severely damaged after being exposed to the high temperature around them, and his heart and lungs, which were closest to him, would not be healed either.
"It's a bit difficult to survive with this injury." Jingshu shook her head. Even if she had her spiritual spring, it would be useless if too many of the monk's organs died.
There are many tragic scenes after death, but not many people can be so miserable while alive. The flesh of both arms is completely necrotic. Now he is facing the possibility of sawing off at the shoulder or something else, but there are no conditions for surgery, so he can only discuss it after everything is over.
Many people who were burned were not saved. Some of them survived for a day or two and then died.
Even if we can save him, he can't be saved.
The most painful thing about a burn is not the damage caused by the burning, but the damage to cells caused by the scald after the burn, which is very difficult to recover from.
When an ordinary person is burned, they will not only develop a large area of blisters, but also have to endure the burning sensation all the time. According to statistics, burns are the longest-lasting and most unbearable of all injuries.
Therefore, even though the monk was unconscious, he still twitched in pain from time to time. Jingshu then directly fed him a drop of spiritual spring water, and the monk's reaction became even stronger, as if he was resisting the spiritual spring water. But now there was no other way. She could only change the medicine every three hours and then leave it to fate.
After the two sides decided the winner, the situation became serious.
The young monk hid in a corner with the tripod, bewildered. The old monk was busy chanting sutras for the deceased. Yang Yang did not disturb him. The priest and the nuns sat there motionless until Master Yuantong was completely burned to ashes. Only then did Yang Yang approach and asked with a smile:
"I wonder if the tripod can be returned to us? Hmm?"
The red dots in the darkness aimed at them one by one, but soon screams were heard. Jingshu and others were on alert. Lingling swung her gun and shot at a person in the darkness, and the other person immediately withdrew the red dot.
The host sighed and said, "Take it back with you. I'm afraid that person won't let you take it away so easily."
"Don't worry about that."
The little monk then handed over the tray with both hands. Yang Yang took the cloth that wrapped the tripod and said, "Then we won't bother you anymore." Then he took Jingshu and the others away.
But the priest continued to stay there with the nuns, as if he had something else to do.
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After leaving the Zhuangyan Temple, Tank, who was holding the monk, asked, "Aren't you afraid it's fake?"
"No, this tripod was once used by the First Emperor. The unique minerals on it cannot be faked, and they don't bother to fake it." Although he said this, Yang Yang still checked it again to confirm, then put the tripod back in his arms and quickly distributed it:
"Let Xiao Hei take care of the monk. We must steal the formula and escape before he reacts. Ling Ling will snipe outside the manor. Tank, you protect Ling Ling. Snake, you and Monkey will team up to clear out the people outside first.
Jingzi, Hao Yunlai, you two follow me; Zhen Nantian, your injuries are still..."
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