A plate of mushroom greens, a plate of sweet and sour tofu strips, a plate of black fungus stir-fried yam, a large bowl of white sugar tomatoes, and a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup. It was a very homely dish, but Monk could cook it with perfect heat control and ingredients, which made people feel hungry.
Of course, Monk was not a monk who abided by all the rules, so the dishes were not all vegetarian. At least, Su Bai had seen him fry the pork belly until it was oily.
Three dishes, one soup, and one cold dish, the four of them sat around a small table. In Fatso's aunt's place, there was the Giant Buddha across the river. But now, when they looked at the Giant Buddha again, it gave them a completely different feeling. Everything that happened before seemed to be a dream.
It was reasonable to say that Su Bai should not be sentimental. But this time, it was obviously a little different.
After everyone finished eating, Fatso went to deal with the final part of his aunt's funeral. After all, he still needed to make some arrangements in advance for the next seven days.
The two busiest things for Chinese people were also the two things with the most rules. One was giving birth, and the other was the death. Fatso wanted to do his last bit of kindness for his aunt to make up for the last bit of guilt in his heart. He could only do his best in these things. Of course, he could not stay here forever. After all, he did not have much time left.
Lord Zeng wanted to observe the Buddha. He was not going to observe the Giant Buddha of Leshan, but to explore the mountains and water regime of Leshan. Since ancient times, Leshan was the central hub of a Feng Shui formation. Now that they had just come out from the deepest level, it was natural that they would feel it more deeply. Lord Zeng did not know about formations, but it did not prevent him from gaining some insights by observing the mountains and rivers.
Of course, the main reason might be that Lord Zeng was too lazy to stay here and listen to Fatso's instructions, so he wanted to find some peace and quiet.
After Fatso arranged the funeral, they could go back to the orphanage tomorrow. According to Lord Zeng, he planned to build a smaller temple there, which would integrate some things of Tibetan Buddhism and Buddhist Buddhism. Of course, Fatso could also add some Taoist things into it.
It was true that the Fang Family was a fortress and a safe nest in the past, but judging from everyone's current strength, the Fang Family's defensive formation was already of limited use. It could only defend against gentlemen, but not villains. In the past, when the little fellow was taken away, the formation did not have much of a reaction.
The three of them did not care whether the small execution ground would become a tourist attraction or a place of worship. Regardless of whether they were alive or dead in two years, they would at least leave something for the world.
Therefore, only Su Bai and Monk were still sitting by the river, each with a cup of chrysanthemum tea in their hands.
The river was still the same river, and the Buddha was still the same Buddha. It was just that the mood of sitting here drinking tea and eating melon seeds was no longer there. After all, Su Bai had a fight with this Buddha not long ago. It was too unrealistic for him to sit here and admire and praise it with the mentality of an ordinary tourist.
The wind blew by the riverside, and the river was flat. It was a pity that there was no willow bank despite the morning breeze and waning moon.
Lord Zeng took a sip of tea and said, "Da Bai, you were very calm when you were almost possessed."
"Why do you ask?" Su Bai smiled as if he did not care. In fact, he knew that Monk was the most meticulous and the deepest among the four. Even if you revealed a little clue, he could quickly discover it and make a rough guess.
"Maybe it's just a feeling, a premonition." Su Bai stretched gently. "But in the end, I was still afraid at that time, and I could even say that I was desperate."
The two fell into silence again. In fact, there was not much to talk about. Besides, some things and things could not be discussed. For example, Su Bai did not have time to think when the situation was urgent. But when it was over, how could Su Bai not understand what Lord Zeng could see?
Of course, Su Bai did not blame Monk. But the atmosphere of "good to you, good to me, and good to everyone" that they had painstakingly built up was somewhat damaged at this time.
"Let Gyatso do the construction of the execution ground beside the orphanage. Poor Monk will return to Xi 'an tomorrow."
To Tyrant, advancing to the next level was an urgent matter. Otherwise, his strength as a veteran wouldn't be enough if he were to encounter any problems.
Su Bai nodded, indicating that he understood.
The two stood by the river and enjoyed the breeze for a while. Monk said that he was going to talk to Lord Zeng about enlightenment, so Su Bai was left alone.
After finding a plastic chair, Su Bai sat down by the river. He planned to go to Guangxi after some time and visit the place where Old Fugui died. It was not because of any emotional point of view, but perhaps it was because this feeling was too unfamiliar to Su Bai, so he was at a loss.
The vibration of his phone broke the silence at this time. Su Bai picked up the phone and glanced at it. It was Hills.
Although the two of them had been colleagues for more than half a year at the Land of Dao Verification, they did not really contact each other after they left the Land of Dao Verification after the broadcast. Of course, when Su Bai used the summoning technique, Hills also supported him, but Su Bai did not specifically call to thank him. It was not that Su Bai did not understand this principle, but he knew that he and Hills were not the kind of people who liked to be polite.
The video call was established, and Su Bai saw Hills on the phone screen. The image on the other side was a little gray and gloomy, and the mottled wall behind him had traces of time. It was obvious that Hills was not in an ordinary place.
"Su, long time no see." Hills's face was still a little pale like before. In fact, his temperament was a little like Su Yuhang's, which was something that was immersed in China's classical culture. However, the combination of his face and bloodline always gave people a deep sense of disharmony.
"Long time no see." Su Bai changed his position on the chair and lay down.
"Cool, I see that thing behind you. Is that a Buddha? Wait, let me think. Right, this is the Leshan Buddha, right? It's in China's Sichuan. "
Su Bai nodded. This China expert probably had a more comprehensive understanding of China's culture than he did.
"It's cool here too. Guess what I found."
Hills moved the phone's camera away so that Su Bai could look around. Su Bai saw many broken limbs and all kinds of corpses on the screen. This was the ruins of an ancient battlefield, and it was definitely not a low-level battle. This was because Su Bai saw a few shadows that looked like small mountains in the distance. They were not mountains, but the remains of giant dragons in the West.
Su Bai had seen this scene in the memory of an ancient vampire. At that time, the battlefield should have been in ancient Egypt. The Macedonian army faced all kinds of demons that appeared from the black hole in the sky.
"Ancient battlefield." Hills said to Su Bai in an excited tone. "Look, isn't it cool? To be honest, Su, this place makes my blood boil. It's as if the honor and glory of my ancestors have infected me. After all, more than two thousand years ago, the West was the first to fight against the darkness represented by the radio station. Our ancestors were truly great. "
"Mister Hills, please understand your identity. You are a henchman of the radio station. Not long ago, you were a staff member of the radio station. Your appearance there is a grave blasphemy to those dead souls and the ancient battlefield."
Su Bai did not mind poking holes in Hills' self-esteem.
"Su, you are still the same. If you continue like this, you will become cold." Hills sighed.
Su Bai suddenly felt a slight pain in his knees.
"Aren't you curious about which battlefield, which region, and which scale of the battlefield this is?" Hills was like a child who had discovered something good and wanted to show off to his friends. After all, the two of them had stayed in the Land of Proving the Dao for more than half a year. At that time, there was no one else other than him. Some habits had also been formed at that time.
"I am more curious about how you have a signal there and can even video chat with me."
"Do you see this?" Hills aimed the camera at a protruding object. "Even after two thousand years, this thing's built-in formation hasn't been completely destroyed. It can still be used. I think it's a communication device from the ancient battlefield. Now, I'm using it as a signal amplifier. Oh right, I found something good. Take a look and see what it is. "
Hills lifted up an old and shabby armor. Its design was very simple, but it had a modern aesthetic style.
"This armor contains extremely terrifying energy waves. I think I can use it as long as I take it out and repair it. You should have seen that Japanese anime, right? It's called 'Saint Seiya'. There are similar holy garments available in the microstore, but they are all trash. They can't compare to the one in my hand at all. I can't wait to see how it looks after I repair it. When that time comes, Su, let's have another fight."
It seemed that Hills was still brooding about losing to him in the Land of Proving the Dao.
A smile appeared on Su Bai's face. "What a coincidence. I also picked up a holy garment recently. When the time comes, I will wear it too. When the time comes, we can have a good fight. It is fair, isn't it?"
As he said that, Su Bai stood up and walked to the side of the van parked at the side. This was the car that everyone planned to drive back to the orphanage tomorrow. Su Bai reached out and opened the door. In the third row, there was a Qin general armor that had been covered with talismans by Fatso and the monk.
Yes.
Su Bai brought this armor out.
He brought it out.
