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The uproar didn't last long.

Yuan Hong quickly dispersed the crowd, then walked to Su Buyu and said, "Donor, please follow this poor monk."

No response awaited.

He took another step and walked forward on the bluestone road without looking back. He seemed not to care whether Su Buyu would follow. Seeing this, Li Zhiwang opened his mouth and said, "Let's follow and take a look. Zhongmou, go talk to that woman."

In a word.

The team was divided into two teams, and Sun Quan Diao was left behind.

Regarding Li Zhiwang's arrangements.

Su Buyu had no objection. He and Sun Ce Diao just told Sun Quan Diao to be careful before leaving.

"Zhongmou, be careful."

Chai Rongmiao also warned and kept up.

At this time-

Li Zhiwang, who was left at the end, approached Sun Quan Diao and whispered a few words, then nodded towards him and quickly followed Su Buyu and his entourage as they left.

in fact.

Even if Li Zhiwang didn't say it.

Sun Quan Diao would not go looking for the woman immediately. He randomly moved to a house on the street and walked inside without any fear of being discovered. All the furniture in the house was made of wood just like the outside.

And in the center of the hall.

There is a wooden Buddha statue about two fingers long, sitting cross-legged on a lotus flower.

The Buddha statue has no facial features and is covered with wood grain.

Just looking at it carefully, there was an aura of compassion that made Sun Quan Diao instinctively feel uncomfortable, which made it a little strange. However, after using the dragon energy to look at it for a long time, it could only get the answer that it was an ordinary Buddha statue.

Think about it.

Sun Quan Diao didn't have any guesses in his mind, so he simply followed the sound of the spatula touching the iron pot and got into the kitchen.

Inside.

It's a family of three.

A young couple and a little girl are lighting a fire in front of the earthen stove. The man and his daughter are helping each other. The woman is smiling and frying the dishes in the pot. The strange thing is that they are obviously a family in the same room, but they don't exist. A little communication.

The child was minding his own fire.

The man was chopping vegetables.

The woman kept waving the spatula, completely ignoring the uninvited guest who jumped on the stove and looked into the pot to see what was cooking.

Green vegetables.

Or to be more precise, it should be stir-fried Chinese cabbage. There was no oil or meat on the leaves. Even the only seasoning visible in the kitchen was the white salt in the wooden box on the woman's hand. Sun Quan Diao blinked and jumped off the stove. After exiting this room, he walked towards the next room.

Same recipe.

Same taste.

Even the cabbage in the pot is the same.

It's as if everyone here is a thoughtless puppet, and only the monk who just now can awaken them to a trace of action.

Street count.

Thirty-six wooden houses.

Only the wooden window of the kitchen at the end facing the street did not raise any smoke. Sun Quan Diao walked there, easily pushed open the door outside, and looked at the woman sitting on a chair looking up at the ceiling.

And women.

He also lowered his head in response.

Eyes facing each other.

Eyes wide open.

The woman's eyes wandered in struggle and confusion, until she saw the animal that appeared at the door stepped forward and carved a sentence on the floor: What is your name, and how long have you been here?

Two questions.

Come into view.

The confusion in the woman's eyes was suppressed by the struggle. She covered her head with one hand and dug into her pocket with the other. Her long hair hung in front of her and she struggled to say a vague sentence: "I...I'm here to adjust..."

The last sound of the word "diao" has just fallen.

The Buddha statue that comes standard in every house emits a cool Buddha light.

Buddha's light shines through.

The original woman immediately closed her mouth, smiling, and her eyes were empty, as if her entire soul had been drained.

Sun Quan Diao clicked his tongue.

Buddha's light has no effect on it.

It just stared at the wooden board that had just been engraved on it but now had no traces of it, curled its lips, and then looked at the document stored in the woman's open palm.

"Special Department: Hu Zhenzhen"

Zhen Zhen.

Tao Zhiyao, its Ye Zhenzhen.

Sun Quan Diao, who glanced at the ID, was a little surprised that this person turned out to be a member of the Special Adjustment Section. However, this should be just one of the members of this team. As for the other members of the team, if he had known it, he would have looked up the one just now. A bunch of guys had their pockets out.

But now.

It's better to tell Xiao Su that he found out first.

Think so.

Sun Quan Diao wanted to leave, but the next second, it raised its paws and rubbed its head. Really, it was not a combatant at home, so why did it have to do it? It turned to look at the people gathered outside the door. Even if the crowd knew that these guys couldn't understand, they still had to complain: "You are really not afraid that your pot will be burnt. Why did you come here?"

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the other side.

Su Buyu and his entourage followed Yuan Hongzheng as they walked into a cave.

The cave is narrow.

It was only enough for an adult of standard stature to pass through. Su Buyu, who was following Yuan Hong, discovered that this place was not a good place, and silently mobilized the dragon energy in his body to flow quickly to avoid this mysterious monk coming later. sneak attack.

The passage is longer than expected.

After walking for about four or five minutes, I could see a little light from the exit ahead.

Walking in.

After walking through the slightly illuminated exit, the front suddenly opened up. It turned out to be a huge grotto. In the middle of the grotto stood a stone temple, and on the walls around the grotto and on the top, there were everlasting lamps hanging.

That light.

It's what these ever-burning lamps project.

The door of the stone temple is right in front. The door is vermilion-red, not faded at all, but bright and gorgeous. There are two pictures of Buddha-like images on it.

Temple door sticker image.

The style is too out of place, and besides, who can build a temple in a cave like this? When Su Buyu was looking at the temple and thinking wildly, Sun Ce Diao, who was squatting on his shoulder, touched his ear and whispered softly. : "Sir, look at the right side of the temple. There are all tombstones."

Sun Ce Diao didn't say anything.

Su Buyu hasn't discovered it yet.

On the wall of the cave, there are earthen jars and small stone tablets. Some are very old, while others are brand new and seem to have just been made.

"Donor, please come with me."

After Yuan Hong looked at Su Buyu for a while, he said a word and walked forward to open the temple door.

See this.

Su Buyu suddenly didn't want to go in, but after briefly making eye contact with the members and sorting out his thoughts, he still followed Yuan Hong's footsteps.

Walking towards the stone temple.

The Buddha statue attached to the temple door becomes clearer and clearer. Unlike the compassionate Buddha with half-closed eyes in other temples, the Buddha above has wide eyes and a smile at the corners of his mouth. It is incompatible with the Buddha statues outside and does not look like a serious Buddha at all. .

The same goes for the red paint on the door.

There is no dust at all, and it is bright as if someone has repainted it every time it fades.