Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 290 Master No. [-]
The scent of medicine?

Medicine!

No. 18 and No. 37 looked at each other silently, then stretched out their feet at the same time, kicking the door open.

"boom!"

The wooden door of the meditation room was not very strong, and it almost fell off the door frame after being kicked by the two of them like this.

If it was the group of Zhao Huan and Feng Zilan, they would definitely knock on the door politely.

But for these two people who were born in Yongjie, it was their greatest tenderness not to demolish the house directly.

"Oh my god! I scared the little monk to death!"

In the meditation room, there was the sound of the twelve monks being frightened.

The decoration around the whole room is very simple, only some tools used by Buddhists in daily life.

Only in the center of the room was a small stove set up.

The fiery flame kept burning in the stove, and the tongue of fire was wrapped around the edge of the purple casserole above the stove.

The smell of medicine outside the door became more pungent.

Seeing No. 18 and No. 37 breaking in suddenly, the twelve monks suddenly became extremely panicked.

In a hurry, he hid the purple casserole behind him.

And questioned the two: "You, who are you?! Why did you break into the door?!"

And his move is undoubtedly that there is no silver 300 taels here.

NO.18 and No. 37 smiled coldly and stepped forward in unison.

One controlled the twelve monks, and the other took the opportunity to snatch the purple casserole behind the twelve monks!
"Little monk, let me see what you are practicing"

After NO.18 opened the lid of the pot, he looked inside in amazement, speechless.

"what happened?"

Seeing this, No. 37 threw the twelve monks away, and followed to check the situation inside the pot.

Seeing this, he also showed the same stunned expression as NO.18.

Because in that purple casserole, there is actually a pot of meat!
In addition to meat, there are also some medicinal materials.

Presumably the medicinal fragrance they smelled just now came from this.

A monk actually hides in the Zen room and eats meat? !
This is probably a fake monk, right? !

"Ahem. I have no sect, no sect, no lineage, no teacher, and no dharma name. Naturally, I don't need to care about those Buddhist precepts!"

Facing the unbelievable eyes of NO.18 and No. 37, the twelve monks smiled mischievously.

"Let's not talk about meat for now."

NO.18 put the purple casserole aside, looked at the twelve monks coldly: "I ask you, is it you who saved Dong Dakao and sent him to the hospital that day?"

"Who is Dong Dagao?"

The twelve monks tilted their bald heads, looking confused.

"Don't pretend! It's the injured security guard you met in the public restroom!"

37's eyes widened.

Being stared at by him like this, Monk Twelve couldn't help shrinking his neck, with fear in his eyes.

Although No. 18 and No. 37 dislike each other every day, when they are combined, there is an indescribable sense of coordination.

One is in charge of verbal interrogation, and the other is in charge of physical intimidation.

Just like the black wind and two evil spirits, one plus one is greater than two.

"Little, little monk, I remembered! I was the one who sent the security guard to the hospital!" Seeing that No. 37's fist was getting tighter and tighter, the twelve monks trembled in fright, and hurriedly confessed.

"That is to say, you also took care of the poisonous wound on Dong Dagao's body?"

NO.18 asked again.

But this time, the twelve monks shook their heads: "The person was sent to the hospital by the monk, but the poisonous injury was not treated by the monk."

"Not honest, believe it or not, I'll smash your bald head!" No. 37 stared again.

"This benefactor, everything this little monk said is true!" Twelve monks looked innocent, "This little monk usually brags about his medical skills, but that's just to bluff those rich people, who knows nothing about medicine.

The little monk didn't even notice that the security benefactor was poisoned."

"But you should be the only one at the scene that day. It wasn't you who dealt with the poisonous injury. Who dealt with it?"

NO.18 still didn't dispel his doubts about the twelve monks, and stared at him firmly.

"That, that is."

The eyes of the twelve monks were erratic, and cold sweat kept oozing from his bald head.

There seemed to be some fear that made him dare not speak.

"It seems that only fists can make you obedient!"

No. 37 approached the twelve monks with a ferocious face.

"The benefactor, spare your life! I really dare not say that, little monk!

If the little monk tells the name of that person, I'm afraid my life will be lost! "

The twelve monks had a bitter look on their faces.

"The two of us can also make you lose your life. You can decide for yourself whether you want to die now or later."

NO.18 said lightly.

"Xiao Monk. Why is Xiao Monk so miserable!"

The twelve monks looked desperate.

But at this moment, a cold female voice floated in from outside the door: "I told him not to say anything, do you two have any objections?"

The first moment when they heard this voice, No.18 and No.37 were taken aback.

But the next moment, their expressions changed, and they knelt down towards the door.

Shaking like chaff, as if encountering some scourge.

"Haha! So you two are also afraid of her, hahaha!"

Seeing the terrified appearance of the two, the twelve monks felt the pleasure of revenge, and couldn't help laughing.

"Come out, I'll wait for you at the pavilion in the forest."

The voice outside the door gradually faded away.

No. 18 and No. 37 didn't even dare to wipe the cold sweat on their foreheads, they got up and ran outside.

"Hey, the annoying guy is finally gone."

The twelve monks held the purple casserole with a smile on their faces, and smelled the meat intoxicatedly, and the saliva from the corner of his mouth dripped down drop by drop.

"Oops, my saliva flowed into the pot!"

Outside the meditation room, deep in the bamboo forest.

There is a quiet and elegant stone pavilion surrounded by bamboo leaves.

At this time, in the stone pavilion, there was a slender woman with her back facing No.18 and No.37.

The two were like criminals, kneeling on the ground with panicked expressions.

"Master [No. [-]], you, why are you here?"

No. 37 dared to ask.

NO.18 has a remorseful face: "If we knew this matter was related to you, we would definitely not intervene. Please forgive me, my lord No. [-]!"

The existence that can make these two people so humble, and is also called [No. [-]], can only come from Eternal Tribulation!

In Yongjie, the difference in the status of cadres with serial numbers above ten is actually not very big.

Just like No. 37, after his strength soared, he dared to fight against No. 18 whose serial number was in front of him.

But within number ten, to be precise, the nine people from number nine to number one are the absolute core cadres in Eternal Tribulation!

It is also absolutely not allowed to have the slightest disobedience!

And the number five in front of him can decide the life and death of the two of them with only one sentence.

It doesn't matter that these two people are scared like this.

"In the future, in Beijing University, don't call me number five, call me"

The figure in the stone pavilion turned around, revealing a young and classically beautiful face.

An indifferent voice floated in front of the two of them.

"Jiang Nuoshi."

(End of this chapter)