The monk sat by the bed with a small bowl filled with millet porridge in his hand. At that moment, he was using a spoon to feed Fatso little by little. Fatso leaned against the pillow by the bed, looking a little dispirited.
"Gyatso went to look for him?" Fatso asked after swallowing a mouthful of porridge.
"Don't you already know?" The monk placed the bowl on the bedside and poured himself a glass of water.
The reason why Fatso became like this was because the monk had plotted against him behind his back. He knew about this, and it was the monk who took the initiative to say it. However, just like Gyatso, they did not pay much attention to it. After all, this kind of thing was too common among the listeners in the story world.
Whoever got the most benefits would depend on who was more skilled. There was nothing much to say.
"Tell me, what's wrong with him? Why did he suddenly keep the child and not eat it?" Fatso shifted his back and found a more comfortable position. "Actually, you should be the one who feels it's unfair. Monk, you've accompanied that fox for so long, served him for so long, tossed him around for so long, and even schemed to trap us into the cave. In the end, you didn't get what you wanted. Even if it's calculated according to contribution, hehe, the one who made the child come out prematurely and accompanied him all this time was Su Bai.
Even if Su Bai didn't eat the child and survived the main mission's first hour, his contribution would definitely be the highest. It might even reach more than 90%. I know you don't care about story points, monk, but that child should be very beneficial after eating him. Otherwise, a monk from the Central Plains like you wouldn't have been tempted. But now, it's all for naught. "
"Just like how you know that Poor Monk tricked you. You'll be gnashing your teeth in hatred, but you won't fall out with him now because the first main mission hasn't ended yet. No one knows what the rest of the mission will be. Therefore, Poor Monk didn't think too much about it. It's all up to one's ability. Whoever can eat more is the one with the most ability. "
"What a hypocrite monk." The fat man grumbled and then suddenly laughed. "Say, Ah Bai is really crazy. He's suddenly more compassionate than a monk like you. That's why he's keeping the child by his side and not eating it. Is he waiting for the child to grow up and have more meat before eating?"
Tyrant shook his head. "He was born prematurely, so there's only 80% of his spiritual energy left. The longer it drags on, the more spiritual energy will disperse, and the more it will be absorbed by the child's body. When that time comes, the efficiency of eating him will be lower. Poor Monk didn't think so before, but now I think he might really be suffering from a mental illness. "
"In the story world, it's really hard to understand why you suddenly don't consider the pros and cons." Fatty looked at the teacup in Monk's hand. "Monk, pour me a cup of water too."
"I just ate. Drinking water is not good for digestion," the monk said.
"F * ck, I'm still so young. It's fine. I'm not so old that I need to take care of myself. Hehe, I don't even know if I'll live to see the day I become old."
"Amitabha. Good people don't live long." The monk's words had two meanings.
"Amitabha, good people don't live long." The monk's words had a double meaning. "Oh, Monk, who do you think will win, Ah Bai or Gyatso?
Ah Bai has been a little strange lately. Although Gyatso is injured and has a broken arm, I still think Gyatso has a higher chance of winning. The Tibetan Esoteric Sect is too mysterious, and there are so many resources. Coupled with the things exchanged in the micro-store and the harvest in the story world, it's really hard to see through people like him and you.
It's really hard to see through people like him and you. You're surrounded by a huge treasure trove. You're much more fortunate than a loser like me. "
"Poor Monk also thinks that Gyatso won't have a big problem against Su Bai, but …"
"But what?"
"Mental patients can't be judged with common sense." The monk sighed. "If Su Bai really doesn't care about his own life and doesn't care about the ending where one of them dies and the other is injured, do you think Gyatso will really gamble with him?"
"That can't be right? There's no need to play it so crazily, "Fatso muttered.
"There's nothing impossible about it. The current him can't be analyzed by the pros and cons. This is what you said before. Poor Monk thinks that since the child is still alive and Su Bai didn't eat him, he has no reason to let others eat him. Once he really goes crazy, it's really hard to tell who will emerge victorious between him and Gyatso."
"This is what they mean by 'the bold are afraid of the bold are afraid of the reckless', right?"
"Exactly."
The monk stood up and looked at Fatso. "Your corpse poison can't be cured now."
"I know, I'll probably stay in bed for the rest of the time in this world. I'm already very grateful that you guys left me alive."
The monk shook his head. "Although Poor Monk thinks that you look miserable now, Poor Monk doesn't believe that you'll lie here until the end of the story."
"Why?"
"No matter when, leaving a backup plan for yourself is a necessary preparation for all the listeners. But for you, it's more like an instinct."
"Oh my god, Monk, I really don't have one this time. I swear!"
The monk pointed upwards. "In this world, the gods are watching and the effects of swearing are more serious than in the real world."
"Err …" Fatso was stunned.
The monk sighed, turned around and left the room.
The morgue was deserted. After Lam Chun-ying came back, he locked himself in the room. He seemed to be injured or had gotten into an accident. The monk was aware of this, but the main mission hadn't ended yet, so he didn't want to alert the enemy.
After leaving the morgue and returning to the county office, the half-human, half-beast Fox was lying on the bed in the wing room. Her body was wrapped in all kinds of bandages. Her wounds were carefully bandaged, but these bandages contained the concept of a formation, binding her to the room.
When the monk entered, Fox slowly opened her eyes and looked at the monk.
"I feel that even if I don't use your medicine, it's only a matter of time before I get better."
The monk knew what she meant. She was saying that he was putting her under house arrest in disguise. It might seem like it was for her own good, but in fact, he was imprisoning her here. The purpose was self-evident.
"When brewing a pot of tea, most people only pay attention to the tea leaves and the taste of the tea. They rarely pay attention to the teapot. Sometimes, the teapot is extremely expensive." The monk walked over with a smile. "You're recovering well. I think you'll be able to walk the day after tomorrow."
"Monk, do you really think you can fool the heavens with your tricks?"
The monk coughed lightly and smiled. "Poor Monk, this is for your own good."
The fox seemed to have accepted her fate. She didn't say anything else. She just snorted and said, "I can feel that my child isn't dead yet."
The monk nodded. "Indeed, he's not dead yet."
"That person didn't eat him?"
The monk shook his head. If he really ate him, it wouldn't be so troublesome now. The debate about the main mission would be over. Whether it was the one who was cheated or the one who benefited from it, they could all sit down quietly and wait for the release of the main mission.
"Do you know why he did that?" The fox stared at the monk and didn't wait for him to answer. "Cats have their own Dao, rats have their own Dao, humans have their own Dao, ghosts have their own Dao, and demons have their own Dao."
"You mean, he's looking for his own Dao?"
The fox shook her head gently. Most of her body was imprisoned. Only her head could move slightly.
"He's not looking for it. He's already found it. Monk, don't you find it ironic? You haven't completely grasped your own Dao, but that person found it first."
"Poor Monk is still more willing to believe that he's just mentally ill." The monk looked at the fox.
"Then let's wait and see."
"The oath of alliance to protect you ends tomorrow." After saying this, the monk blew out the lights in the room and walked out of the wing room. He sat cross-legged outside the door and looked at the starry sky in silence.
…
The tranquility over there couldn't cover up the fiery atmosphere here.
Gyatso was the kind of person who would either do nothing or act as fast as the wind. He had already explained his intentions to Su Bai, but Su Bai didn't agree.
Then, he would settle the rest with his fists.
A cloud of black gas boiled from Gyatso's body. His figure directly appeared in front of Su Bai. He formed a seal with one hand and a fierce handprint blasted out. Su Bai's arms blocked in front of his body, forcibly withstanding the handprint. At the same time, his legs sank into the floor. Obviously, the floor of the inn couldn't withstand the aftermath of the fight between the two people.
Gyatso soared into the air and kicked at Su Bai. Su Bai was still using his palms to support his opponent's feet, in a passive state of defense. In the end, half of his body had sunk into the floor.
Gyatso's goal wasn't to kill Su Bai, but to save the child. Seeing that Su Bai was suppressed by him, he immediately grabbed the edge of the window and was ready to jump into the river.
At this moment, Su Bai let out a long roar. He slapped the floor with one hand and soared into the air. His other hand grabbed Gyatso's ankle, then he exerted strength from his waist and flipped in the air. He pulled back Gyatso who was about to jump out of the window and threw him on the floor.
At the same time, Baibi appeared in Su Bai's hand. He quickly got close to Gyatso and stabbed the dagger at Gyatso's neck.
Gyatso's eyes narrowed. He slid on the floor and quickly came to the door. Then, he floated up and stood on the ground.
Su Bai didn't take advantage of the situation to pursue. Instead, he stood on the spot, holding the dagger horizontally, and looked at Gyatso.
"Are you for real?"
Su Bai shook his head. "Are you sure?"
