Chapter 38 Walking and encountering an elite monster
"There's about a week left, why are we just waiting?" Shen Ming always felt that he should do something. Even if it wasn't to stop the Black Church, he had to find a way to survive this disaster!
If nothing unexpected happens, the Black Holy See should take action a week after Shen Ming entered the Holy Spring.
Knowing that a disaster was about to happen, but unable to stop it, Shen Ming sighed helplessly.
"This vibrant city will cease to exist in a week. In a world where civilization and barbarism coexist, the greatest sorrow for ordinary people is that they have no chance to control their own destiny!"
Shen Ming walked on the street, somewhat aimlessly, because he was a little distracted and was not in the mood to practice. Wandering might be the only way to pass the time.
Walking through an alley, Shen Ming felt inexplicably that the wind blowing in the alley was a bit cold. He turned around and saw a man dressed as a monk feeding wild cats. His expression was full of the kindness of a monk.
Shen Ming saw the monk for the first time in this world. Although it was a little strange, he didn't pay too much attention to it.
However, just as Shen Ming was about to walk through the alley, a pair of heavy hands suddenly placed on Shen Ming's shoulders.
Looking back, wasn't it the monk who had just fed the cat? As soon as he turned his head, the other monk had already put his hand on his shoulder! What a terrifying speed.
"Donor, this poor monk sees that you are destined to me, and wants to give the benefactor a hexagram. I wonder if the benefactor is willing." The bald monk looked at Shen Ming kindly, showing the knowledge that humans and animals are harmless, and he looked like an eminent monk.
However, at this moment, Shen Ming couldn't help but become nervous, feeling as if ten thousand grass and mud horses were running past.
Monk! He is not an ordinary person! He is in Bo City again! And the Black Vatican is about to take action! This guy can't be the headmaster Wu Ku, right?
Shen Ming couldn't help but swallow, and tried to keep himself calm on the surface. After all, he was not sure of the other party's identity, and Shen Ming didn't believe that he was so dark-faced that he could meet elite monsters when he went out for a walk.
"Master, I don't have any money! If you want to beg for alms, don't ask me, okay? My parents died when I was young, and there are two words written on my face: poverty! Just let me go!" Shen Ming said with a wry smile,
I want to get away as soon as possible.
"The donor is joking, monks are so compassionate! How could you accept the donor's money indiscriminately? This fortune-telling was given to you by a poor monk!" The bald monk smiled and shook his head, and gave a Buddhist salute to Shen Ming.
Shen Ming was complaining in his heart: Why do you, a monk, learn so much about fortune-telling? Is that your job?
"Master, how about this? I'll give you some money, and you go to the restaurant to have a bowl of plain noodles! I'll treat it as a good relationship, how about it?" Shen Ming said as he took out 100 yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into the other person's face.
in hands.
This time it's the monk's turn to be confused. Why doesn't this guy play his cards according to the routine? He said it himself, he doesn't want money, he doesn't want money, and he gives himself money. I... Is this poor monk such a liar?
"Donors don't need to be polite." Even though he was complaining in his heart, the monk still had a kind face and pushed back the 100 yuan.
"No, no, no, master, just hold it!"
"Thank you donor, no need!"
"Take it!"
"No need!"
"Take it!"
"I even said no!" The monk was immediately angry. He had never seen an idiot who gave money to others. Is this guy in front of him stupid?
The monk seemed to have lost his composure, and then said with a kind face: "The donor seems to have some objections to me."
"No, no, absolutely not, but if you keep pestering me like this, you may have some opinions about your mother!" Shen Ming waved his hands and spread them helplessly.
Hearing this, the monk who had been able to remain calm suddenly twitched his lips.
Is this human language? Do you know how to chat?
"Master, if you don't have anything else to do, then I will withdraw now, and we will meet again indefinitely!" Seeing this, Shen Ming directly pocketed the money and was ready to make a fuss!
"Donor! Let's do some fortune-telling!"
The monk's voice suddenly turned cold, and an extreme chill rose from Shen Ming's back.
The faint fragrance stimulated Shen Ming's sense of smell, and the next moment Shen Ming's head began to feel dizzy.
"Damn, here comes this trick again!" Shen Ming never expected that the same trick would still be effective after he used it three times.
After a few breaths passed, Shen Ming's head became more and more groggy. He reluctantly turned around and looked at the monk in front of him. How could he still feel kind at this moment? He seemed to be a Ksitigarbha from hell, a demon that devours evil spirits!
"Donor, I have figured out that you are destined to be with me! I want to accept you as my disciple. I wonder if you are willing?" The monk said to Shen Ming with a strange smile.
"Congratulations on breaking through three stars in the host's coercion index, you will be rewarded with 500 slope points and a junior lottery!"
"I will reward you with a horse..." Shen Ming completely lost consciousness before he finished speaking.
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"What? Shen Ming is missing, what do you people do for a living! How can such a big man just throw things away?" Tang Yue roared loudly into the communicator.
Tang Yue had not yet understood what Shen Ming said that day, and was about to ask the other party for details, but unexpectedly received the news that Shen Ming was missing.
"All the secret sentries have been cleared? How is it possible! Who in Bo City has the courage? Who else can do it!" Tang Yue frowned, and a bad premonition arose in her heart.
"Go check it out immediately and send more people! If they find any trace, don't let them go!" Tang Yue hung up the communicator and couldn't help but feel a headache. She kept squeezing her temples with her hands.
There are only two possibilities for Shen Ming's disappearance. One is Mu Zhuoyun's revenge. But the chance is not high. After all, Mu Zhuoyun, a local overlord, can kill the secret sentry of the Trial Council.
So now there is only one other possibility, that is, people from the Black Vatican did it!
"Shen Ming, Shen Ming, who are you? If it was really the Black Vatican who did it, what role did you play in it? Are you from the Black Vatican? Or is there something about you that attracts the Black Vatican?
Something?" Tang Yue asked herself over and over again, but couldn't get a definite answer.
The restless Tang Yue dialed the communicator again. She could no longer handle this matter alone. Once the Black Vatican took action, it would never be a trivial matter.
"Hey... something happened!"
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In the dim room, Shen Ming was tied up to a chair, but compared to the rope Tang Yue used last time, this time he used iron chains.
I don’t know how long it took, but Shen Ming finally woke up from his coma. Seeing himself being tied up again, he felt hatred in his heart!
I was accidentally tied up again! It’s just Tang Yue last time. At least I don’t have to worry about my life! How can I deal with it this time?
Although he was kidnapped, Shen Ming was not the little devil he was before. Although he was a little panicked, it was not to the point of panic.
The door was suddenly opened, and the dazzling sunlight shone in from outside the door, making Shen Ming unable to open his eyes.
"Donor, I really want to know why you seemed to know me when we first met!" The monk slowly closed the door, and the sunlight outside the door was dispersed bit by bit, as if to represent that Shen Ming would never be able to
Just escape from this door.
Under the dim light, Shen Ming looked at the kind-faced monk in front of him, and in his heart he had scolded all 18 generations of his ancestors.
Have I offended you? Why did you kidnap me?
"Master, let's stop making trouble, okay? I still have 500 yuan in my pocket and I'll give it all to you. I swear, I will pretend that what happened today never happened!" Shen Ming was still struggling to death, praying for this guy in front of him.
Don't be an elite monster, otherwise you will start to escape from death again!
"The donor hasn't answered the poor monk's question yet." Headmaster Wu Ku asked again, while taking two steps closer to Shen Ming.
A faint sense of oppression hit Shen Ming.
"Master must have felt wrong. This is indeed the first time that Master and I have met. I see that Master's face is full of Buddha's light and caring. He must be a good person who has practiced cultivation for ten generations! You must be joking with me! Enough of the jokes.
Master, please let me go? I'm a little scared!" Shen Ming could only pretend to be dumbfounded now. Depending on your situation, the other party would have blackmailed the Holy See and not escaped.
And it's probably the elite monster leader Wu Ku. Shen Ming has no other choice now but to give in. Let alone being tied up, even if the opponent gives Shen Ming two hands, Shen Ming can't beat him.
"Why does the donor show so much pain? Isn't the outside world a cage? The donor is trapped here, just in a smaller cage. Why should he care so much?" Headmaster Wu Ku said to Shen Ming.
He performed a Buddhist ritual, his voice full of bewitching magic.
Shen Ming looked at the great monk in front of him as if he were a fool.
Why bother? Come on, come on, let's change, you are tied up! Let me have some fun with you! It will definitely be unforgettable for you forever! Isn't this taking off your pants and farting, nonsense?
"Master, we have never had any enmity, right? Why did you tie me here?" Shen Ming said with a wry smile and shook his head.
The headmaster Wu Ku smiled slightly and spoke again: "It's a blessing in disguise! Why does the donor think that the poor monk is harming you? Since the master has seen you but has not killed you, what reason does the poor monk have to do this?"
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"As expected! He is really an elite monster!" Shen Ming had completely given up. His encounters this time were probably arranged by Salang long ago.
"Why bother? I don't want to become an enemy of the Black Vatican, so why do you have to force me again? If I really pose a threat to you, I should report the whereabouts of the adult you mentioned that day!" Shen Ming said calmly.
He shook his head, somewhat lamenting his miserable experience.
"The donor is in trouble, who can tell clearly between black and white? Just because we are different, we become black? Is this fair? The donor has also had such troubles, right? Your thunder and lightning are not ordinary!" Headmaster
Wu Ku's originally kind expression changed slightly, and he could not help but exude a hint of violence.