Chapter 1565 Monk Huicong

The fat man even stopped breathing for a moment. After all, no one dared to think that he would encounter such a thing just a few hours after entering the mission. "These people...are all these people ghosts?"

As the screen progressed, their conversation with those "merchants" also came to an end. The two said goodbye and left, but at the moment the camera turned, Jiang Cheng, who had just taken a breath, suddenly froze for a moment. He seemed to have discovered something.

Jiang Cheng paused the screen and dragged the progress bar back a little bit. At the moment the screen froze, Jiang Cheng's head buzzed.

At the moment of turning around, the camera swept past the side, which was the position of the fat man. The half of the fat man's face exposed in the camera was also blurry.

At this moment, the fat man was standing beside him and watching.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. The fat man looked strange and his eyes widened little by little. Just when he turned his head and seemed to want to express something to Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng jumped up and kicked him in the chest at a very fast speed. Caught off guard, the fat man didn't even scream "Ai You" and was kicked to the ground directly.

After succeeding, Jiang Cheng turned and ran.

When he rushed out of the courtyard, he ran into several monks head-on. The leader was the monk Huide who he had just met. Huide looked at him and was a little surprised, "What happened to the donor?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

Jiang Cheng's heart was beating fast, and his head was full of questions, but he still pretended to be calm and treated Huide as if nothing had happened. This so-called Zhijie Temple must have a lot of things going on.

Originally, Jiang Cheng wanted to send these monks away with a few words, and then quickly go find the real fat man and the rest of his teammates, but unexpectedly, Monk Huide seemed to see something and asked where his friend had gone?

Jiang Cheng responded casually that he had a good chat with the team of lifesavers, and they asked him to stay for a while.

Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, a monk with a mole on his cheek beside Huide said in surprise: "Donor, look who that is?"

The monk was looking in the direction he came from. Jiang Cheng turned around and saw the "fat man" not far away, holding his chest and walking towards him with a painful look on his face.

Huide saw that something was wrong with the fat man, and asked with his hands clasped together: "Donor, what's wrong with you..."

"No... It's okay, I just didn't pay attention and fell down." The fat man explained, "I'll be fine after a rest."

"Well, we still have to find Junior Brother Huicong to cultivate merit later, so we won't disturb the two donors." Monk Huide bowed and left with the other monks.

Now only Jiang Cheng and "Fatty" were left at the scene. The two stared at each other, and finally it was Fatty who spoke first, "Doctor, I don't know what's going on, but I... I'm really serious. [6][9][s][h][u][x][.][c][o][m]"

After this incident, Jiang Cheng was a little unsure. After all, if "Fatty" had used some tricks just now, he would not have been able to escape. Then he asked Fatty to stand still, and he himself stepped back 5 meters. One of them stood outside the yard, and the other stayed in the yard.

After pulling away, Jiang Cheng took out his mobile phone and quickly took a photo of the fat man in the yard. He was still as blurry as before.

But this time, Jiang Cheng turned the camera around and took a photo of himself. After seeing the photo, he couldn't help but frown. Yes, his face was also blurry.

He waved his hand to call Fatty over. After showing the photo to Fatty, both of them were a little unsure. "What is going on?" Fatty had a bitter face and his chest was still aching. "Also, I said, doctor, you kicked too hard. This is just because I have a good physique. If it were someone like Yao, Shun, Yu, Li Bai, he would probably have been carried away directly."

Ignoring Fatty's complaints, Jiang Cheng was still thinking about the photo. He stared at the phone in his hand, "It seems that this should be some kind of limitation. We can't use the phone to determine whether it is a human or a ghost in this mission."

"So the team that saved us is not a ghost, right?" Fatty was in a better mood.

"That's not necessarily the case. Since there is such a limitation, there must be a reason for it. I think there must be something wrong with that team. Maybe this time the ghost is not mixed among us, but hidden among them." Jiang Cheng said.

Fatty took out his phone and looked around. "I have an idea. How about we... find someone else to take a photo and try?"

"Okay." Jiang Cheng nodded.

The most abundant thing in the temple is monks. Fatty Jiangcheng squatted back and forth to several groups of monks, but without exception, they all looked confused.

"Huh——" Putting down the phone, slowly moving his stiff wrist, the fat man let out a long breath, "It seems that this is true. The camera function of the phone is useless here."

Just as the two were thinking about where to look for clues, suddenly, a burst of "hehehe" laughter came from behind. The two turned around and saw a sloppy monk grinning at them.

The fat man had an impression of him. He was a stupid monk he had met in the dining hall. If he remembered correctly, his Buddhist name was Huicong.

"Master Huicong, what are you doing..." Jiangcheng did not neglect him because of his stupidity. On the contrary, he became more polite. When walking in the world, it is these strange people who need to be most careful.

Huicong, with two strings of snot hanging from his nose, waved at the two of them in a very mysterious manner, "Hey, come, come quickly, baby... I have a baby to show you."

When the two of them approached, Monk Huicong wiped his snot with his sleeve without caring, then looked around in a serious manner, and smiled in a low voice: "Hey, hey, you... you come, brothers don't know, right?"

"I don't know." Jiang Cheng said.

After getting a definite answer, the smile on Monk Huicong's face became even more exaggerated, "That's good... that's good. I can only show you these treasures."

Monk Huicong squatted down and mysteriously took out a few paper figures from his tattered sleeves and spread them on the ground. It's too much to call them paper figures. In fact, they are a few human figures torn from paper by hand. There are eight paper figures in total, of different sizes, and the edges are handled quite roughly.

But the strange thing is that such simple paper figures can immediately make people think of the old man's team. Each paper figure can correspond to one of them.

There is no mark on the paper figure, which is an indescribable resemblance.

"Are these... those people in the west wing?" The fat man looked at these paper figures with some surprise, and then looked up at the foolish and crazy monk.

Monk Huicong did not respond, still grinning foolishly, with a strange look of expectation on his face, and kept gesturing to the paper figures with his hands, "Quick, you...you quick!"

"Quick what?" Jiang Cheng asked, "Master Huicong, what do you want to tell us?"

At this moment, a loud voice came from a distance, "Brother Huicong, you are so hard for the brothers to find!"

Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw Monk Huide and his group striding towards here, and Monk Huicong's face suddenly changed, and he immediately grabbed the paper figure on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.