Chapter 868

The door was pushed open, and Gyatso came in with two big bags. One was filled with food, and the other was filled with clothes. The food was easy to buy, but for the clothes, he would probably choose them himself. Of course, Gyatso should have left enough money. Although Lord Zeng seemed to be poor, Gyatso had a lot of money with him.

Su Bai walked over and chose a set of clothes to change into. He looked at himself in the mirror and said with a smile,

"Lord Zeng, I think you have good taste in clothes."

The clothes Gyatso chose for Su Bai were indeed not bad.

Fatso hurriedly took out the food from the bag and began to distribute it. He was starving.

Monk didn't eat the cooked food, but boiled some water and made a bucket of noodles. Monk wasn't the kind of person who stuck to formalities. In the story world, he wouldn't hesitate to eat anything that could keep him alive, let alone meat. But in the real world, he would be particular if he could.

Gyatso ate the bread in silence, and only Fatso and Su Bai were eating the cooked food and barbecue.

For a moment, there was only the sound of chewing food in the room. Fatso, who was originally the "field controller", didn't say anything at this time.

"What's wrong? The atmosphere isn't right." Gyatso asked.

Fatty told them about the things that they had discussed earlier.

After listening to Fatso's words, Gyatso took a sip of water and said simply, "Interesting."

Then, he picked up a chicken foot from the cooked food and took a bite. Obviously, even the calm Gyatso was a little disturbed after listening to this.

That night, Monk and Gyatso sat cross-legged in meditation. Su Bai and Fatso each had a bed. The next morning, Fatso stayed behind to prepare a Bodhimanda for the research institute. Su Bai, Monk, and Gyatso planned to go back first.

When they entered the high-speed railway station, it was crowded with people. Because several high-speed trains were delayed due to special reasons, there were more stranded passengers in the station.

While waiting for the train, Su Bai leaned against the wall and played with his mobile phone. He was a little bored. Monk and Gyatso strolled around casually. The two monks probably had a lot to discuss about last night's events. Buddhism itself had its own perfect worldview. If the real purpose of the broadcast was to promote modern humans to return to their ancestors, then Monk and Gyatso could also find some fragments from the Buddhist myths that might be true.

This was a very important matter. If they could confirm that a certain myth actually existed, then they could focus on searching and excavating. They might be able to find the ruins in the myth.

Su Bai shrugged. Even though there were many people in the train station and the air conditioner was turned on, the temperature in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions was really not that friendly.

There was a huge LCD TV above their heads. It was playing a movie. It was "The Myth" starring Jackie Chan. Su Bai actually watched it seriously and put his mobile phone in his pocket.

After personally experiencing the glory of the Qin army in that memory, Su Bai couldn't help but be more interested in that dynasty.

However, the main theme of "The Myth" was still emotional. To Su Bai, who came to watch the movie with a purpose, it was indeed a little unsatisfying.

Su Bai remembered watching a Jackie Chan movie in the cinema a few years ago. It was called "Mighty Generals". That movie was practically a political propaganda film from the beginning to the end. From the first to the last sentence of Jackie Chan's character, it could be directly translated as: National harmony is great.

"I'm sorry, sir. You can't smoke here."

A cleaning auntie walked to Su Bai's side and reminded him.

"I'm not smoking," Su Bai said.

"There are cigarette butts under your feet." The cleaning auntie sighed and swept away the cigarette butts. Clearly, she felt that Su Bai was the kind of person who would rather die than admit it.

Su Bai smiled. Who asked him to be standing at a spot where there were a few cigarette butts?

Looking at the time, it was almost time for the ticket check-in. In the distance, Gyatso and Monk were chatting and strolling back. They nodded at the two of them and the three of them walked to the ticket check-in.

After passing the ticket check-in, there was still a distance to walk. At this time, there were more people and they had to take the stairs, so it was a little crowded.

In front of Su Bai, there was a girl wearing sky-blue jeans and a white down jacket. The girl was very tall and had long legs. She was dragging a purple suitcase.

Perhaps it was because the surroundings were too crowded, the girl accidentally dropped a book under her armpit when she walked.

Su Bai squatted down and picked up the book. It was an original English book titled "The Count of Monte Cristo."

"Thank you." The girl took the book from Su Bai and turned around. Carrying the suitcase, she began to walk down the stairs. She looked like a straightforward tomboy.

Su Bai didn't strike while the iron was hot by saying that he would help her carry the suitcase. Instead, he stopped and waited for Monk and Gyatso to come over before the three of them walked down together.

After entering the carriage, the three of them sat together. However, Gyatso and Monk sat on the left side, while Su Bai sat on the other side. When Su Bai sat down, his neighbor suddenly spoke.

"What a coincidence."

It turned out that the person sitting next to him was actually the girl who he helped pick up the book just now.

The girl's smile was very sweet with two charming dimples. In particular, the refreshing energy that she exuded made people feel very comfortable.

Su Bai nodded and didn't say anything. After sitting down, he closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap.

Monk and Gyatso sat there and continued to talk in low voices. It seemed that they were really talkative. Usually, these two eminent monks were people who cherished their words like gold.

The girl sitting next to Su Bai continued to read her book. Su Bai realized that she wasn't using the book to pretend. Instead, she was really reading it like a novel and she was reading it with relish.

The train attendant came over to ask if the passengers wanted drinks. Su Bai opened his eyes.

"A bottle of mineral water, thank you."

"I also want a bottle of mineral water." The girl also said.

"Okay." The train attendant handed over two bottles of mineral water.

Su Bai subconsciously reached for his wallet. Only then did he remember that he didn't bring his wallet this time. It was Fatso who paid the bill. Just as he was about to borrow money from Monk and the others sitting across the aisle, the girl took out her money.

"I'll give you two bottles together."

The train attendant looked at Su Bai meaningfully. Perhaps, in her heart, she thought that Su Bai was just putting on an act to get the girl to treat them. A man who couldn't even afford to treat a bottle of water, no matter how good-looking he was, was meaningless.

"Thank you." Su Bai twisted the bottle cap and drank a mouthful of water. To be honest, Su Bai felt a little embarrassed, especially when he reached for his wallet but didn't take it out. It was as if he was afraid that he would have to pay for the girl next to him.

As for whether the girl thought so, Su Bai didn't know. It seemed that she didn't care about such trivial matters.

"What language are they using to chat? I thought it was Tibetan at first, but it doesn't sound like it now. "The girl seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be asking Su Bai.

The girl was naturally talking about the monk and Gyatso who were sitting across the aisle. Su Bai knew what the two were discussing. If they were to talk in Chinese, the other passengers nearby would probably think that the two of them were crazy.

"It's Sanskrit," Su Bai said.

"Sanskrit?" The girl was a little surprised. "That's amazing. That monk and the people around him can actually speak Sanskrit?"

Sanskrit was one of the 22 official languages in India, but it was no longer a language used in daily life. In 2001, only 14,000 people mastered the language, making it the least used language among the official languages in India. Strictly speaking, Sanskrit, like Latin and ancient Chinese, had become a living fossil of linguistic research.

Therefore, the girl found it strange that the monk and Gyatso could speak Sanskrit.

As if noticing Su Bai's gaze, the monk turned his head and smiled at Su Bai. Then, he continued to discuss with Gyatso. The two of them even took out a map that no one knew where they bought it from and were analyzing it on their mobile phones.

Seeing this scene, Su Bai couldn't help but feel a little troubled. If the two monks really deduced that a certain Buddhist legend was true, they would definitely drag him along to find and dig it. After all, he owed the two of them such a big personal favor. He had to return it.

"Are you with them?" The girl looked at Su Bai and asked.

"Yes, we are together."

"Then, do you also know Sanskrit?"

"I don't." Su Bai told the truth.

The girl looked a little disappointed. "Then can you give me the WeChat of those two people? I want to ask them about Sanskrit in the future. I'm sorry, I'm being rude because I'm majoring in language."

"That's not a problem." Su Bai didn't feel that his girl was being taken away. After all, he had long passed the "age" of wanting to own a beautiful girl whenever he saw one.

Taking out his mobile phone, Su Bai clicked on the monk and Gyatso's WeChat and asked the girl to take a picture. From the beginning to the end, Su Bai didn't say "Let's add each other's WeChat first."

"Thank you so much. When we get to the station, tell your friend that I'll add them."

"Okay, no problem."

About ten minutes later, the high-speed train arrived at the station. The passengers took down their luggage from the luggage rack and prepared to get off. This time, Su Bai was a gentleman and helped the girl take down the luggage.

The girl took the luggage and smiled at Su Bai. "By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet. My name is Lan Keer. What about you?"

"Su Bai."

"Then, goodbye, Su Bai."

"Goodbye."

The girl pushed the luggage off the train. Su Bai stood there and waited for Gyatso and the monk to pack up the map and walk over.

"Lan Keer?"

Su Bai looked at the monk and Gyatso beside him and muttered to himself.

"Why do I feel like I've heard this name before?"