Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 206: Criticism and chanting

When Bai Wuqiu was talking, Wu Mian lazily walked out of another thatched cottage. The white-haired man leaned against the door frame and looked at the bald heads who claimed to be monks who were blocking Bai Wuqiu. At this time, Bai Wuqiu pulled Xiao Ren San and walked out from behind Bai Wuqiu. After the old man glanced at these monks, he smiled and said to his cheap son: "Old man, I told you just now, give them a few handfuls of wheat flour, and then give them ten or eight to make money. Look, people don't appreciate it, don't they?"

Seeing Wu Mian's appearance, the older monk became uneasy. He glanced at the white-haired man several times, intentionally or unintentionally, and waited until he finished speaking. He hesitated for a moment, then said to the old guy, "I dare to ask if they are alchemists? A hundred years later, there is a white-haired alchemist in the palace of Huainan. I wonder if any of you have heard of it?"

"The big family who kept Shouchun City didn't go, but they came to this mountain. I know you are not that simple." Hearing the monk directly talking about the subject, Wu Mian sneered. After taking a leisurely look at the six bald-haired men, he said to Gui Bugui, "It's noisy early in the morning, let them go." After speaking, Wu Mian turned around and returned to the room.

After seeing Wu Mian go back, the leading monk looked a little disappointed. However, he seemed to know the details of Wu Mian and Guigui, and he did not entangle them. He just stood here and refused to leave, and continued to ask Guibugui about the whereabouts of the few alchemists who lived in the Huainan Wangfu.

"I only realize now, old man. You are asking for something. There is no reason in this world to ask people for money. It's not that my old man said you monks. Don't do this next time." After laughing, he stretched out his hand in the pot of the leading monk, and took back all the golden coins that Bai Wuqiu was still there before. Afterwards, he pointed in the direction of the back mountain and said, "I saw that there is no place there. I walked all the way to the hillside of the back mountain, where there is a large field of wild vegetables. It's enough for you guys to eat for half a month. Go now, it's too late. It's cheaper than others."

After a few words, the old guy smiled and pulled Xiao Ren San back to the cottage. Before entering the door, he didn't forget to say to Bai Wuqiu, "Silly son, don't be so generous in the future. If you have this money for two days, I will take you to the prostitutes in the city. I originally wanted to find you a banshee. I have a family to live. But you also know that most of the monsters in the world are on Yaoshan. It is really not easy to find a banshee for you. Your father, I will take you to the prostitute to make do with it, waiting for a suitable banshee at..."

"Don't deal with this useless thing with Lao Tzu, I won't go." Although the first time they "father and son" met was at the gate of the prostitute in Shouchun City, but now Bai Wuqiu has completely forgotten that part. After spat at his 'real father', this idiot continued: "Can you all be worthy of Laozi? You don't even have chest hair, scales or feathers, what's the point of being bald? You still want to marry Laozi. The bed? Bah! I think it's beautiful."

I wanted to persuade him to return or not, but was stopped by Xiao Ren San on the side: "I'm not dead, don't you know about your son? It's not good. When I took him to see the mother taking a bath, it was a hundred and two. Ten are unwilling. You take us ginseng, we are not in a hurry to come back, we will live for two months and then..."

When they spoke, the three of them had already returned to the grass hut. Bai Wuqiu kept the door well, and stopped paying attention to the few bald monks who were blocking the door. After a long time, they were either hungry or tired and naturally left.

What I didn't expect was that after they closed the door, these monks didn't mean to call the door again. After they formed a circle and discussed a few words, only one of them left. The remaining five people sat cross-legged at the entrance of the grass hut. Under the lead of the older monk, they continued to recite the scriptures in a low voice as if they were singing.

And the people in the grass hut don't care about them. When it's time for dinner, a few people in the grass hut just cook the fire. The monks sitting at the door chanting sutras didn't seem to see it until it was completely dark. None of these people had any intention of leaving. Apart from chanting sutras, they didn't even have the convenience to get up. It seemed that he didn't know what to eat, drink, and rest until the next morning. Bai Wuqiu opened the door and saw the five people sitting at the door reciting scriptures.

"It's not over, isn't it? Lao Tzu has done things like blocking people's gates and scolding the street. He also didn't block people's gates to recite sutras!" While speaking, Er Lengzi pointed at the white-headed monk and continued: "I don't have anyone at home. Dead people, what are you screaming about? What crimes did your parents do to give birth to you? Were you in the latrine when you were born? It’s a shame to take you out without washing you. Do you think the latrine is more intimate than the new house? You go into the latrine as soon as you get home, right? People treat guests to drink and eat meat, you bald people treat guests directly to the latrine..."

Bai Wuqiu has an amazing talent for scolding the street. Originally, when these monks recited the scriptures, they were already outside the world, and they didn't hear anything outside the world. But since this idiot started scolding the street, some of them have forgotten the words, and they can't remember anything in the scriptures. But he remembered all the toilets he had been to in his life.

In the end, except for the lead monk who could continue to recite the scriptures, the remaining four young monks were sweating profusely. Hunger, tiredness, wanting to go to the toilet and other mundane things came to mind. The bodies of these four monks had already begun to tremble slightly. The swing of the four bodies is also getting bigger and bigger.

"Forget it, don't stay here, go back to the temple to rest." The leading monk finally stopped chanting, opened his eyes and glanced at the four disciples. After sighing, he closed his eyes again and said to the disciples: "Go back and tell your brothers and sisters that they don't need to go up the mountain. If I still don't return for Yueyu, it will be good when I pass away, and I will be the presiding officer in the temple. Junior Brother Zhimi Yuan is in charge. All right, let's go, don't delay my practice..."

After the old monk finished speaking, the other four disciples put their hands together. They respectfully saluted him, and after the salute, the four of them jumped up immediately, covered their stomachs and ran into the distance. Seeing their panicked appearance, Bai Wuqiu laughed and shouted from behind them: "Go far if it is convenient! Don't let the stench drift past, and then smoke it to your master."

After watching the four people grit their teeth and run out, Bai Wuqiu continued to say to the old monk with a smile: "Old man, your disciples have all left. It's just right, or else Laozi's words will be heard by your disciples. It's not good either. Look at your appearance, how many daughters-in-law are in the family? You are begging outside every day, can your daughter-in-law still support you? You don't go back and see if the children at home look like you or you. Neighbors..."

Older monks have much stronger concentration than their own disciples. No matter how Er Lengzi turned around and scolded the street, he didn't seem to hear it. The scriptures recited in his mouth did not even stop at all.

Er Lengzi stood in front of him, scolding until noon, without seeing the slightest reaction from the old monk. Originally, Bai Wuqiu thought that he had practiced techniques like bigu, and he could stick to it without eating or drinking. But after a day and a night, the old monk's face was sunken in. There was sweat on his face when he was chanting, but the rhythm of his chanting was not disturbed in the slightest.

Er Lengzi could have continued to scold him, but Gui Bugui called him in. The people in the grass hut acted as if the old monk did not exist, and continued to eat, drink and have fun, and they were not affected at all by the old monk.

It has been a stalemate for seven days, and the old monk is already skinny. Because he didn't drink water, the scriptures he recited could no longer make a sound, and he could only move his mouth, indicating that he was still reciting the scriptures silently. In the middle of the night on the seventh day, Gui Bugui walked out of the grass hut with his hands behind his back, squatted in front of the old monk, and said to him with a smile: "Old man, I admire you a little bit, tell me, what do you want to do with such a tossing? What to do?"

The old monk finally opened his eyes and glanced at the old guy with his cloudy eyeballs. Then he used all his strength and said, "I want you to switch to the Shimen Dao..."