It was Xun Er's lunch. It wasn't exquisite, but it was tasty. She wasn't a picky eater, and it was fine as long as there was food to eat. The meal was a joyous one. After cleaning up, Xun Er left. It should be about her family.
Xun Er's mind was in a mess when she first heard the broadcast. She applied to terminate her position as a military officer in a foreign embassy. She should be familiar with the rhythm of the broadcast now. Perhaps she was influenced by Su Bai's detective agency, so she decided to live a normal life in the real world.
Not long after Xun Er left, Fatso and the others returned. They were carrying a lot of things on their shoulders.
The monk stood on the side, looking a little gloomy. Su Bai noticed this and wondered if the monk was a little unhappy about the division of the spoils this time and had already had a conflict with Fatty Gyatso and the others?
But with Monk's shrewdness and Fatso's slyness, it shouldn't be so bad.
Fatso threw the things on the carpet in the living room and said with a waning interest, "Damn it, Su Bai, you know what? We searched everywhere in the house, and we only found these pieces of scrap metal. Even if we sell them all, we won't get more than 1,500 story points. If we split it among the four of us, we would only get 300 to 400 story points each. It's a big loss. We spent so much effort, but this is all we got. You can ask Monk and Gyatso. It's not like Fatso, I'm trying to hide it."
Gyatso looked at Su Bai and nodded, indicating that Fatso was telling the truth. He pointed at the things and said, "Fang Wenhai is a soul cultivator. He can even abandon his body, which shows that he doesn't rely on external things. That's why he has so little 'wealth'. He must have spent most of his resources on improving his soul."
In this regard, Su Bai was not particularly disappointed.
"But, in fact, that house is the biggest treasure." Fatso licked his lips. "I don't think Fang Wenhai built that house alone. When I explored it, I found a lot of different details. It must have been built with the help of many listeners. Now that Fang Wenhai is dead, the house is ownerless. I've decided not to return to Chengdu. I'll settle down in that house.
I've already sent Old Fang's family to the afterlife, so there aren't any ghosts there. It's suitable for people to live there. "
Su Bai smiled. "Stay there if you want. I have a kid here, so I won't go there."
After all, the house was located in a geographical location with a yin pulse, and the little guy was considered a spirit child. Su Bai knew that if he brought the little guy to live in that house, it was very likely that it would see a ghost walking around the house when it woke up at night.
"I'll stay too," Gyatso said.
It seemed that Fatso and Gyatso were going to be neighbors. No, to be exact, they were going to live together.
Monk pursed his lips. Seeing that the others didn't say anything, he said, "Poor Monk wants to leave immediately. He's going back to Xi 'an."
"Monk, what's the matter?" Fatso asked.
The monk nodded. "The monastery that This Penniless Monk became a monk has disappeared."
It might be difficult for ordinary people to understand this, but the people present immediately understood the deeper meaning behind it. That temple had disappeared. It was very likely that something had happened and it had been altered by the terrorist broadcast.
"That was Poor Monk's second home. Poor Monk has to go back and take a look," Monk said sincerely. "Something must have happened there."
Monk took out his phone. "At first, Poor Monk realized that a few of the temple's WeChat groups had disappeared. Then, he tried to contact those who were still in the temple, but he couldn't get in touch with any of them. Then, Poor Monk contacted a few of his fellow disciples who were doing business outside and had already returned to secular life. The answer he got was that they didn't know what Xuan Yun Temple was."
With these clues, they could basically confirm that Xuan Yun Temple had 'disappeared'.
Actually, when Monk said these words, everyone knew what he meant. None of the people present were fools. On the contrary, they were all smart people. Didn't Monk mean that something had happened to his hometown and who would accompany him to see what had happened?
In the end, Fatso just laughed and didn't reply. Gyatso stood there expressionlessly, exactly the same as before. Su Bai was still sitting there without moving. However, Su Bai was indeed the calmest one, because he couldn't move even if he wanted to. He had to wait patiently for the next world to arrive before he could move freely.
Monk revealed a smile. "Su Bai, do you have any food at home?"
"Yes." Su Bai remembered that Xun Er had bought a lot of food and placed it in the fridge.
"This Penniless Monk will cook a vegetarian meal for everyone." After saying that, the monk went to the kitchen.
Fatso smiled and gave Su Bai and Gyatso a look. His meaning was simple. Look, even a monk can encounter awkward moments.
Monk was a shrewd person, this was something everyone present knew. From Su Bai's point of view, even if he wasn't injured and his body was fine, he probably wouldn't be willing to go back to Xi 'an with Monk.
This was probably the difference between Su Bai and Monk. With a Wechat call from Su Bai, Gyatso, Fatso, and Monk all came. This was because they knew that Su Bai wouldn't ridicule them over this kind of matter. Since it was Su Bai who called them over, at least Su Bai wouldn't do anything sinister. Perhaps this was Young Master Su Bai's charisma. Because of Su Bai's mental illness, people might feel a headache from his occasional abnormal behavior, but they really didn't need to worry too much about Su Bai suddenly stabbing them in the back when the contract was formed.
But Monk was different. Monk was a guy who was sinister to the bone. If he could trick him, he would trick him. If he could team up with him, he would do it. It was too tiring, really tiring. Not only did he have to guard against the danger outside, he also had to guard against the inside.
Su Bai turned on the computer and began to search for some news. "Monk, did you mention Xuan Yun Temple? I remember it's quite famous. I went there when I traveled to Xi 'an. It's much more interesting than the Great Wild Goose Pagoda." Then, Su Bai shook his head. "Sure enough, there's no news about it on the Internet."
Fatso walked over and sat beside Su Bai's desk. "Let's not talk about the temple. Let Monk go back and tidy up. Tomorrow, Gyatso and I will go buy some daily necessities. You can borrow my car. You can't drive it now anyway."
Su Bai took out his Santana car key from the drawer and threw it to Fatso.
Fatso said with some regret, "D * mn, if you didn't go crazy and do those stupid things, I would be borrowing a good sports car now. Tsk tsk tsk."
Gyatso also walked over at this time and looked at the screen.
Then, Gyatso took out his phone and looked at it again. He said, "The situation in Xi 'an shouldn't be simple. Back then, I went to visit a few old temples in Xi' an from Xichuan. I also made friends with two Xi 'an locals and added them on WeChat. But when I sent them a message just now, they still haven't replied to me."
"Maybe they're giving me a massage on the back. They don't have time to reply to you." Fatso said.
Gyatso frowned. "Massage? What do you mean? "
"They're taking care of themselves." Fatso had a "you know what I mean" look on his face.
Gyatso shook his head. "That's not possible. Of these two people, one would post a Buddhist prayer every day on his WeChat Moments. The other person, in order to record the moment of his daughter's growth, posts a photo of his daughter every day. This habit has persisted for a few years. But since the day before yesterday, they haven't updated their WeChat Moments for a few days. Then, I think Qilü mentioned that his Xuanyun Temple has disappeared. It should be related to the turmoil this time, and it should be deeply related to it."
Su Bai suddenly thought of something. He searched for a saved phone number on his phone. This number was actually a website, a forum website. Back then, his information had been leaked for some reason. That person had even taken the initiative to find him and tell him about this forum.
After logging into this forum, Su Bai realized that this forum was actually divided into regions. It included Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan. Every province in China had its own dedicated section. Su Bai clicked on Shaanxi Province.
The posts here were not very frequently updated. This was because if the listeners had nothing better to do, they would not come here out of boredom to level up their posts. However, the Shaanxi section was very active today. At a glance, the top fifty posts were all posted today.
The first one was, "D * mn, what's wrong with the listeners in Shaanxi? Are they almost dead? Are there any Shaanxi listeners still alive? "
Below that, most of the comments were similar. They were probably not posted by the listeners in Shaanxi. They had been completely dominated by listeners from other provinces.
"This matter looks really serious. I haven't seen any Shaanxi listeners post anything to explain," Su Bai said as he lit a cigarette.
"Something big must have happened over there. From the looks of it, the deaths of Shaanxi listeners are not an isolated phenomenon. I reckon that it won't take long for the listeners outside of Shaanxi to be affected."
"Then it's a serious matter." Fatso took an apple and walked over as he ate. "If you ask me, Monk shouldn't go back. It's too dangerous. This matter has clearly become so serious that it's not something small fries like us should be involved in. There's no benefit to be seen. Who would be foolish enough to run over at this moment?"
The monk, who was wearing an apron, walked over and glanced at Fatso. Fatso turned his head and pretended that he had not said anything.
The monk placed a string of prayer beads on the ground and a kasaya on the ground. Following that, the monk looked at Su Bai. He knew that Su Bai was incapacitated, so he put down the two items and said solemnly, "Xuan Yun Monastery is the Poor Monk's home and also his roots.
Regardless, the Poor Monk has to go back and take a look. The kasaya is for you, Gyatso. The prayer beads are for you, Fatso. As long as you accompany the Poor Monk back to Xi 'an and help the Poor Monk find Xuan Yun Monastery, the Poor Monk promises that you can leave on your own if there's any real danger. "
Gyatso was taken aback. He did not expect the monk to be so resolute.
Fatso spat out the apple in his mouth and said angrily, "F * * k, Monk, what kind of person do you think I am? Am I the kind of person who would stand idly by when a friend's family is in trouble?
You actually took out these things. What's the meaning of this?
Are you looking down on me?
If you don't give me anything, I won't go home with you to take a look.
I'll sue you, Monk, for looking down on me. "
As he spoke righteously, Fatso walked over and held the prayer beads in his hand.
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