Dominate South Asia

Indians don't have the tradition of wearing condoms, and the **** from the saints has caused various diseases to spread rapidly. In later generations, the incidence of AIDS among Indians is quite high.

Hearing Muhammad's words, Kurniawa was shocked. She was able to survive just now, entirely out of the instinct of survival. For Kurniawa, she was able to escape from many thrilling experiences, relying on the instinct of survival. When she was ravaged by those monks and those men, Kurniawa had been insisting and thinking about ways to escape.

But now, Muhammad's words made her fall into darkness.

For various reasons, the incidence of this disease is highest in Africa, followed by South Asia and Southeast Asia.

"I know there is an injection that can control this virus. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I can help you." Muhammad said.

Hope gradually flashed in front of Kurniawa's eyes.

"Why are you following me here?" Muhammad asked.

"I have been following you. This is my mission, which started in Nepal." Kurniawa said, "I found that you entered India. I must monitor you, protect the safety of our allies, and prevent you from causing trouble in India."

"Why didn't you inform the Indian side?" Muhammad said.

"When I found out that you came here, I knew your real purpose was for those legendary treasures." Kurniawa said, "In fact, I really want to share those treasures with you, if I can really find them."

"Do you have any companions?" Muhammad asked.

"If I had a companion, would I fall into your trap?" Kurniawa's eyes showed anger again. She was too careless and was harmed by the trap set by Muhammad.

When the other party talked about the treasure, there was desire in her eyes. Muhammad knew that swallows like Kurniawa had long lost their shame. The only thing that could move them was wealth.

"Osama, I leave it to you." Muhammad stood up and said to the man standing not far away.

"Okay." Osama came over quickly, and like dragging a dead dog, he and Ramal lifted Kurniawa up.

Kurniawa suddenly reacted: "Mhammad, are you not going to save me?"

"Aisha, because of you, thousands of Afghan guerrillas died." Muhammad said, "You should have gone to hell a long time ago."

Kurniawa's eyes were burning with fire. She wanted to struggle a few times, but she had no strength left. She was completely exhausted just now.

"Tie her up and throw her into the water." Osama said, "Add a few big stones."

"Buddha will forgive her sins." Muhammad said to Weshali, "Chaste saint, I'm leaving."

"Wait, elders of our temple, please come over." At this moment, a monk came out and said to Muhammad.

Elders of the temple? Please yourself? Muhammad immediately wanted to shake his head.

"The elder rarely invites outsiders. Dear sir, you must be the most valued guest of the elder." Weishali said.

Muhammad could only follow him.

These so-called holy guys, Muhammad is not interested in them. For Muhammad, he is actually an atheist. His faith mainly comes from his previous life, pure Marxism.

However, for the things in the temple, Muhammad can only bite the bullet and come to the temple to meet the elder.

His beard is not gray, and although there is no hair on his head, the roots are also black. This is a middle-aged man in his forties.

At this time, the other party sat on the mat and said to Muhammad: "Dear guest, thank you very much for helping us catch a sinner who blasphemed the gods this time."

"It's all what I should do." Muhammad said: "I am very pious to Buddha."

"Dear guest, you donated a lot of incense money last time you came, and the gods will bless you." The other party said again.

Muhammad finally understood. After all this time, he wanted me to donate more money. The guy on the other side was too shameless.

Well, if you want to make a lot of money, you have to invest.

"I am willing to donate another sum of incense." Muhammad said: "I still have some high incense brought from Nepal, and I hope to burn it in the temple."

Nepal is also a Buddhist country, and both sides are connected. Hearing Muhammad's words, the elder nodded: "In this case, thank you very much."

Muhammad was speechless. As the most sacred place, how could it be so shameless and blatantly ask people for incense money? However, it seems that in the tourist attractions in China in later generations, the tourists in the tourist bus got off the bus and were first taken into a hall. The monks began to explain. When they came out, they asked for incense money. As a result, many tourists were deceived and paid money. It was not until they came out that they found out that they were deceived.

Muhammad sincerely wanted to donate incense. When Muhammad came back here with incense, the sun was about to set.

Muhammad re-inserted his incense on every incense altar, including the rooms where the monks lived. In every room on every floor, as long as there was an incense burner, it was inserted.

The incense smelled very pure, and the monks all gave Muhammad a thumbs up.

The sky gradually darkened, and everything around was silent.

The moon climbed high up, shining on the temple. Ten trucks turned off their headlights and came to the outside of the temple by moonlight.

"Let's go in and take a look." Muhammad said, and he easily climbed over the wall with Osama and others.

The two monks guarding the gate were sleeping soundly. Osama gently pushed them, and their bodies fell to the ground, still not waking up.

It seems that the incense has taken effect.

The scene in martial arts novels where the opponent falls down immediately after being fumigated with incense is just fictional. The smoke enters the nose and lungs, and exchanges with the blood from the alveoli and enters the blood. This is a very long process. After that, the blood passes through the heart and pumps to all parts of the body, including the brain. It takes two or three hours to have enough concentration to let the brain enter a deep sleep.

Moreover, the next day, when these people wake up, their brains will hurt a lot, and they may even lose some memories.

Muhammad can't care so much. For Muhammad, the most important thing is those dark rooms.

Following the route he had explored during the day, Muhammad easily came to the door of the dark room. The doors of these dark rooms were closed and hung with an ancient big lock.

"There is no alarm." Murad said. He had received some professional training in Pakistan, including these aspects.

This is not the 21st century. There are so many means such as infrared alarms. Moreover, this is just a temple now. There is no news of treasure discovery, and the Indian police have no energy to pay attention to this place.

"Well, pry it open." Muhammad said.

Osama, holding a crowbar, poked it into the keyhole of the lock. With a force, the lock was pried open with a click.

Then, Osama poked the crowbar into the crack of the door. With a creaking sound, the ancient copper-clad door opened.

"Quick, set up the conveyor belt." Muhammad said, and stepped in.

The strong flashlight shone on the wall. There was a gloomy atmosphere around here. After all, it had not been opened for more than a hundred years.

Osama followed behind, walked down the passage, and saw nothing. This secret room was empty.

"Mahmad, there is nothing here." Osama said, "Did we find the wrong place?"

"Are there any stones?" Muhammad asked.

"There are several."

"Move it away."

According to the experience of the Indian government in later generations entering the secret room, there was nothing here, but when those stones were moved away, a secret passage was revealed inside. The real treasure was hidden in the secret room of this secret passage.

"Understood."

Osama took a few people and moved the big stones away. Sure enough, a hole was revealed inside.

Mahmad, a god-like existence, knew the situation here even if he had never been here. Osama had no doubt about Muhammad's command.

"Let's go." Osama walked in first.

When he walked a dozen steps along the secret passage here, Osama suddenly froze.

When a strong flashlight is shone, a strong light will be reflected from the opposite side, which is golden. There are also some beads, which will also emit light under the strong light.

Gold, jewelry!

"Mr. Muhammad, there is indeed a treasure here!" Osama said.

"Set up the conveyor belt and move things immediately." Muhammad said.

Two conveyor belts were set up. One was set up from the place where the door was pried open, just on the window, and the other conveyor belt was set up in the secret room, leading directly to the special secret passage.

"Quick, quick!" Osama walked in, carrying the heavy things, and walked out. This is a calf made of gold! Although it is only half a leg high, it is difficult for one person to move it.

"Buzz, buzz." A small generator was ignited, and the electricity generated by the generator was transmitted to the motor of the conveyor belt, and the conveyor belt started to rotate.

Move to the door, put on the conveyor belt, and when you get there, put on the conveyor belt again! All the way to the carriage outside!

If these twenty people only move it by hand, they can't finish it in one night.

"Come on, let's lift it together!" Osama whispered. This is a big guy, probably several hundred kilograms! In normal times, several people can't lift it, but now, everyone is working hard, and two people lifted this big guy and put it on the conveyor belt.

Gold, it's tons of gold! Pearls and gems, there are too many to count!

Muhammad was looking back and forth. Now, what he was most worried about was whether these people under his command would be tempted when they saw the real wealth, which made him very satisfied. These warriors who followed him through life and death were strictly executing his orders at this time.

"Osama, the next secret room." Muhammad continued: "Let's go and search first."

In later generations, the Indians only opened one of the six secret rooms, and no one could tell what treasures were in the other secret rooms.