Chapter 429: Cauldron Obtained

Gradually, only two groups of people were left in the huge temple. In addition to the two people who were burning fat in the center and constantly talking about Buddhism, there were only the monks who were the abbot of the Zhuangyan Temple, the 28 nuns led by the priest, and Jingshu's team.

First, there was a smell of burnt meat from burning incense, and then it turned into a pungent burnt smell that was hard to cover up. The blood was burned and solidified and finally turned black. Both of them showed their strong consciousness.

Master Yuantong was fatter, and there was more fat when it burned, and there was always a crackling sound. Maybe there was too much fat, so it burned faster than the monks who were Jingshu's teammates.

In the dim light, others might not be able to see the charcoal-burned meat clearly, but Jingshu could see that the whole arm had turned black, and perhaps it would be blown away by the wind.

Sometimes Jingshu wondered, what was the meaning of the monk doing this? They had the strength to rob, why did he not hesitate to pay the price of his life? Or maybe, this is his Dharma. Maybe he needs to make up for the mistakes he made before, or maybe he needs to take back the tripod he lost legitimately. If he can't do it, he can entrust his teammates.

As an old mother, the fat chicken rarely teaches the cub to stay obediently, hugging the owner's thigh tightly, which reminds Jingshu of the time when this guy made the chickens in the chicken coop restless, and only followed his lead. How arrogant the fat chicken was at that time.

The brush in the host's hand is always a bit out of place, more like roasting suckling pig, occasionally brushing some oil on it, and applying more on the unevenly burned parts. He kept reciting scriptures that everyone couldn't understand.

The fire gradually spread to the shoulders, and more than two hours had passed. In this long torture, both of them were a little dehydrated and no longer discussed at the beginning. Instead, they recited scriptures in their mouths, as if this could reduce the pain.

The fire spread in patches. Although it only burned the shoulder, it spread to the heart and lungs. Master Yuantong's breathing became more and more rapid, and Monk Jielu was about to lose consciousness.

The atmosphere began to become tense, and the outcome seemed to be just around the corner. The sound of bullets being loaded seemed to be heard in the dark, and even the little monk holding the tripod began to tremble.

Jingshu opened her eyes wide and looked at the monk who was almost turning into a charcoal man and had a large area of ​​burns. He gritted his teeth tightly, and sweat dripped down. Some were painful and some were hot. No one knew how much willpower it took to sit still in this situation.

The fire finally spread completely from the shoulder, and the whole upper body suddenly burned. It was a small area of ​​burning before, but this data expanded several times. The fire on Master Yuantong was even more intense, and the candles jumped up. After a while, he turned into a sea of ​​fire. His breathing became more rapid, and he seemed to be out of breath. His face was red, getting redder and redder.

"Ugh" he only had time to groan before he fell to the ground from his cross-legged position, completely losing consciousness and breathing.

"Ah." The host sighed, shook his head regretfully, and finally waved his hand, indicating that the monk was the final winner.

Tank poured a large bucket of water that he had prepared long ago on the fire, and the fire was extinguished instantly. He then took the heat-insulating coat to wrap up the incomplete monk. Finally, the monk who knew he had won completely fainted.

The host led the other monks around Master Yuantong who was incarnated in the sea of ​​fire, sat cross-legged, and began to chant for him. The host struck the wooden fish, and the sound was exciting in Jingshu's ears. There was a wonderful rhythm when many monks chanted together, and for some reason, it made people feel that their irritable hearts calmed down instantly.

Jingshu took out the balls she rolled and spread them flat, and put them all over the monk's upper body, which was horrible to look at and almost charred. Although only the two arms were burned, the internal organs were probably also severely damaged after being exposed to the surrounding high temperature, and the heart and lungs, which were closest to him, would not be healed.

"It's a bit difficult to survive with this injury." Jingshu shook her head. Even if she had her spiritual spring, it would be useless if the monk had too many organs dead.

There are many tragic scenes after death, but not many can be so miserable while alive. The flesh of the two arms is completely necrotic. Now he is facing the situation of sawing off at the shoulder or something, but there are no conditions for surgery, so he can only discuss it after everything is over.

There are many people who cannot be saved after being burned and rescued. Some of them will die completely after surviving for a day or two. They can't be saved even if their bodies have no functions.

The most painful thing about burns is not the damage caused by burning, but the killing power of the burns on cells after the burns, which is very difficult to recover.

After being burned, ordinary people will not only have a large area of ​​blisters, but also have to endure the burning feeling all the time. According to statistics, burns are the longest lasting and most unbearable of all injuries.

Therefore, even the monk who was in a coma still twitched in pain from time to time. Jingshu fed him another drop of spiritual spring water, and the monk's reaction was even greater. He seemed to be resisting the spiritual spring water, but now there was no other way. He could only change the medicine every three hours and then leave it to fate.

After the two sides decided the winner, the situation became serious.

The little monk hid in the corner with the tripod, at a loss, while the old monk chanted sutras to transcend. Yang Yang did not disturb him. The priest and the nuns sat there motionless until Master Yuantong was completely burned and turned into ashes. Yang Yang then walked forward and asked with a smile:

"I wonder if the tripod can be returned to us? Hmm?"

The red dots in the dark looked over one by one, but soon there was a scream. Jingshu and others were on alert. Lingling swung the gun and shot directly at one person in the dark. The other party immediately withdrew the red dot.

The host let out a long sigh, "Take it back, I'm afraid that person won't let you take it away simply."

"You don't need to worry about this."

Xiao Minseng then placed the tray with both hands. Yang Yang wrapped the tripod in cloth and said, "Then we won't disturb you." With that, he led Jing Shu and his group away.

But the priest continued to stay there with the nuns, as if there was still something to do.

After leaving Zhuangyan Temple, Tank, who was holding the monk in his arms, asked, "Aren't you afraid it's a fake?"

"No, this cauldron was once used by the First Emperor. The unique minerals on it cannot be faked, and they don't bother to fake it." Although he said this, Yang Yang checked again and confirmed before putting the cauldron back. After holding it in his arms, he quickly distributed:

"Let Xiao Hei take care of the monk. Now we have to steal the formula before the man reacts and then escape. Lingling is sniping outside the manor. Tank, you protect Lingling; Snake Spirit, you and the monkey team first attack the surrounding people. People clean up;

Jing Jing, Hao Yunlai, you two follow me; Zhen Nantian, you are still injured."