Please Stop Pretending To Be a Cute Newcomer!

Chapter 126 The Prophet

As the closest city to the Haha Desert, Haha City is not too big, but it is very bustling and lively.

There are many tourists in the city. Every day, travelers go out of the city to take pictures together. The richer ones will rent a camel or two to ride around the desert.

Among these crowded crowds, the figures of seven people were particularly different.

Shen Qingcheng and Lu Qi walked in front of the other players, walking towards the gate of the city while carefully observing the passers-by on both sides.

They were worried that if they changed their minds and did not rush into the desert this time, the monk would not appear.

Fortunately that didn't happen.

Shen Qingcheng recognized a figure in the distance with sharp eyes. That person was wearing a beige monk's robe and was talking to a woman holding a child. Who was the monk's robe that stopped them twice?

The players breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Qingcheng pulled Lu Qi forward, and after the monk and the woman finished talking, the woman looked at them curiously and left with the child in her arms, then he reached out and patted the monk on the shoulder.

"Monk, we meet again." He said with crescent-like eyes.

The monk looked puzzled, "I wonder when the poor monk saw the benefactor?"

Shen Qingcheng pondered for a moment, "The sea of ​​bitterness?"

The monks always told them that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but for the monks, it should be the sea of ​​suffering, right?

However, the monk only showed a more confused expression, and finally recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, saying: "Benefactor, the poor monk's dharma name is clear. If the benefactor has something to tell the little monk, you may as well speak up."

It's easy to say.

The smile on Shen Qingcheng's face became more and more kind, "Master Tongming, is it convenient for your teacher to see guests now?"

Tong Ming politely rejected them on the grounds that his teacher was old and had no energy to meet guests.

At this time, Su Rao took the initiative to take over the task and went forward to reason with Tong Ming. After a few rounds of back and forth, Su Rao narrowly won.

About 10 minutes later, the players followed Tongming into a low-key small temple.

Standing in the open-air courtyard, Tong Ming said to them: "All benefactors, please wait here for a while, I have to ask the teacher if I want to see guests."

"Of course, please, little master." Su Rao gave him a charming smile.

Tongming's expression remained unchanged, he turned around and walked to a room with a closed door and gently knocked on the door. The players standing in the yard only heard a vague response, and then Tongming pushed the door open and entered the room.

Shen Qingcheng asked Lu Qi, "He didn't say it's unknown this time, is it because we are not going to enter the desert for the time being?"

Lu Qi: "Maybe."

Tongming came out very quickly, and before they could say anything more, the door opened again, unlike before it was only opened a crack, this time both doors were wide open.

Tongming stood at the door, as if inviting someone to come in, "Benefactors, the teacher wants to see you."

The players exchanged glances with each other, Lu Qi held Shen Qingcheng's hand tightly, and walked forward first.

The room is large and empty, with a faint fragrance of Buddha floating in the air, which unknowingly relaxes the tense spirit.

Shen Qingcheng and Lu Qi saw a figure kneeling in front of the low table with his back facing them by the window.

The back figure is wearing the same off-white monk robe as Tongming, but Tongming's monk robe is the same color, but the person in front of him is the monk's robe that has been washed so old and pale.

The back is very thin, as if he is lying on the table and writing something, looking hunched up.

Shen Qingcheng thought of the dehydrated mummy for a moment.

What made him even more contradictory was that he saw death in this person, very rarely, this kind of situation usually occurs in people who are about to die.

However, the contradiction is the contradiction. Although there is little death, it is very strong, comparable to an old ghost who has been dead for hundreds of years.

He frowned suspiciously.

After all the players entered the room, Tongming said to the old man at the table and closed the door. The old man coughed twice and said hoarsely, "Everyone...please sit down."

No one sat down.

Wu Meng is an impatient person. After finally seeing the old man, he immediately asked the most concerned question, "I heard from Luhaha that the god monk came to Haha City decades ago. Dare I ask if the god monk lived in the Buddhist country before?"

The old man replied slowly: "...Yes."

Wu Meng was ecstatic, and immediately stepped forward to ask what was going on with the divine book, but was stopped by Lu Qi in time.

Lu Qi asked: "The monk knows our reason for coming?"

The back nodded, "No rush...listen to me."

Yuanan, the divine monk known by everyone, is already very old, and it took most of his energy to keep alive every day, and he no longer has the energy to talk too much.

Yuan An intermittently said: "I'm old...the things you want to ask...you can see for yourself."

Then he pushed the thing under his hands to the side, the movement was almost invisible, if Lu Qi hadn't observed carefully, he really wouldn't have noticed it.

He asked Shen Qingcheng and other players to wait for him at the same spot, went up to thank the monk and picked up the book on the table.

When he looked back, he glanced at the old man's face, and his pupils shrank.

This monk was really old, with only loose old skin sticking to the bones on his face, and the whites of his eyes and the color of the pupils were cloudy and unclear.

Lu Qi suppressed his emotions and returned to Shen Qingcheng with the book.

"This is..." Shen Qingcheng, who had read the book clearly, said hesitantly.

The plain sheepskin cover...

"This is... the real... divine book." said the old man with his back to them.

Hearing this, Shen Qingcheng immediately opened the pages of the book, but the content on the first page was not a sandstorm, but the murals they had seen on the ninth floor of the pagoda.

A young monk stood blankly in the desert.

Old man: "That monk...is me."