The cult of terror, designated a cult of terror by the Indian government, was founded in 1356 by professional assassins. Historical records record that between 1740 and 1840, the cult killed one million people. The leader Tugba alone killed 931 people. What a terrifying number, Ling Feng couldn't help but tingle his back just when he heard Ganderson tell the story of the Evil Sect.

However, what made him even more unthinkable was that Ramasinghe, an Indian hired by Father John Borg, would actually build a house in Heiwa Village, which made him wonder if that Ramasinghe was a jealous person.

Finally figured out the address in the photo, and unexpectedly obtained more information, the purpose of Ling Feng's trip was achieved. As to whether Ramasinger was a jealous of religion or not, he was in no hurry to know at this point. He knew that the little boy would definitely show up, and the truth would soon come out.

"Mr. Ling, I've already told you what you want to know, you should also tell me where that painting is, right?" Kenderson looked at Ling Feng with blank eyes. Ling Feng slapped his ass and left at this time, he had no way to take Ling Feng at all.

"Well, no problem, Mr. Ganderson, I want to apologize to you before I give you the painting." Ling Feng stood up and apologized.

Ganderson sat still, and did not express his acceptance of Ling Feng's apology.

"You wait for me for a few minutes, and I'll get it for you." Ling Feng turned around and walked towards the grove.

Watching Ling Feng walk into the grove, Ganderson suddenly understood something, and he said to himself: "Sure enough, it's him, but why does he want to know the origin of the oil painting?" ”

The oil painting was still hidden in the canopy of the tree, and Ling Feng easily took it down, then returned with the painting tube and handed the oil painting to Ganderson.

"Mr. Ganderson, I'm sorry, but the places in this painting are important to me, so that's why I use this method. You've told me what I want to know, so I'm not going to bother, goodbye. "There's no need for Ling Feng to stay here anymore.

"Wait, Mr. Ling." "Can you tell me why I'm looking for the village of Heiwa and the temple of the goddess Kali?" It was an unlucky place, not to mention that people of our Brahmin caste would not go, not even people of the Shudra caste. You are a person with status, I read your business card, why do you want to go to that place? ”

Ling Feng thought for a moment before saying, "The reason why I can't say, if I can sue you, I will definitely sue you." Sorry, that's it, goodbye. ”

"Don't rush to leave, I'll show you something." A smile finally appeared on Kenderson's face, "For the sake of you giving me this bottle of red wine." ”

Ling Feng stopped and said curiously, "What is it?" ”

"I don't know what it is, come with me, you might be interested." Gunderson got up and walked into the room.

He's a collector, but what could it be that even he doesn't know? Ling Feng's heart was full of curiosity, and he followed Ganderson into the house.

Kenderson's home is full of old antiques, the big ones have old tables, chairs, wardrobes, and the small ones have crockpots and porcelain, these things can be seen everywhere in his home, and they have a sense of historical precipitation. Although Ling Feng was not a collector, he could also see that most of the things that this Ganderson had collected were worthless things, and there might be some fakes that served as a façade.

Ling Feng secretly said in his heart: "This Ganderson is not a real collector, the collector's temper is very big, what does he want to show him?" Don't be a fake. ”

Gunderson opened the door to a room that had no windows, and when the door closed, it was a sealed space. There was a lot of mess in the room, armor, spears, wooden shields, and some collectibles that seemed to be more valuable, such as calligraphy and paintings, bronze objects, etc.

There are no windows, and the light in the room is dim. The smell is not very good, and there is a faint musty smell in the uncirculated air. After all, he is not a powerful collector, and it seems that Ganderson does not have the ability to build a constant temperature collection room for himself. After seeing it at a glance, Ling Feng felt more and more that what Ganderson was about to show him would not be of much value.

"Your girlfriend is amazing, my oil paintings are in this room, and my locks are specially made, I really don't know how she took my oil paintings." Breaking the silence, Kenderson reached out and turned on the only light in the room, and the light in the room suddenly brightened.

Ling Feng smiled a little awkwardly, "I don't know how she did it, she's very good at this." ”

"I see, please come in." Gunderson walked straight to the corner of the room, pointed to a piece of black cloth in the corner of the room, and said, "Mr. Ling, this is what I want to show you." ”

Ling Feng's gaze fell on the black cloth, but he couldn't guess what was hidden under the black cloth.

Ganderson reached out and lifted the black cloth, and a cloud of dust suddenly dispersed in the light, revealing what was underneath the black cloth.

Ling Feng originally wanted to avoid the dust, but when something under the black cloth suddenly revealed, his whole body froze and he couldn't move.

It was a stone tablet that was not very well preserved, rectangular and without any patterns, but the words on it made Ling Feng unable to blink an eye—the stone tablet with mysterious words he was looking for was actually right in front of him!

Seeing this ancient and dilapidated stone tablet, Ling Feng suddenly had a feeling, a premonition, that is, he was getting closer and closer to the secret of the Immortal Clan.

Does the Jealousy religion have anything to do with the Immortals? There was no way to know for sure now, but Ling Feng always believed that there seemed to be a mysterious force in the darkness that was guiding him step by step towards the final mystery.

"Mr. Ling, did you go to Heiwa Village to look for this?" Ganderson said suddenly.

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, he looked at Ganderson vigilantly, "How do you know that I want to find this stone stele?" ”

"I'm not sure if you're looking for this stele, because it's not the only one." "Also, you're not the first person to come here looking for this kind of stele," said Ganderson.

The vigilance in Ling Feng's heart became stronger and stronger, "Who else is looking for this kind of stone stele?" Who are you? ”

"Mr. Ling, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to test you, and I didn't have the slightest malice." "Yes," said Ganderson, "my grandfather, who lived in Heiwa Village for a while, stumbled upon this stele and was curious about the undecipherable text on it, so he managed to bring it back. Then an American found it, but my grandfather didn't show the tablet to the American. Dramatically, I also met a priest from the United States who was also looking for clues to decipher the text. ”

It was indeed dramatic, and Ling Feng could guess the identities of the two Americans without even asking their names, which were Father John Borg and his grandfather.

It seemed that Gundeson had guessed his purpose based on his experience with his grandfather, and Ling Feng already had a plan in his heart, and he said tentatively, "Mr. Gunderson, has that American priest seen your stele?"

Ganderson shook his head, "No, I'm a Hindu, I don't deal with Christian priests. ”

Religions are mostly xenophobic, regarding other sects as pagans and other believers as infidels.

"Then why did you show me?"

"You're a nice guy, I don't want to see you go to a place like that in Heiwa Village, it's dangerous, and if you die there, it's not worth it." Ganderson said.

"Thank you, Mr. Gunderson, but I've already decided, I'm going to have to check it out." Ling Feng said. He hadn't had a crush on the odd-tempered Ganderson before, but now he was grateful to him.

"Are you really going?"

"Yes, it's important to me." Ling Feng said.

"Since that's the case, I won't persuade you, but you can bring this with you, it will bless you." Ganderson took out a Buddha bag from a small dilapidated wooden cabinet next to him and placed it in Ling Feng's hand.

There is a statue of a god embroidered on the Buddha bag, which looks like a statue of the god Sakyamuni Maitreya, but the embroidery is not very good, so it looks like it gives people a sense of plausibility. The Buddha bag is slightly bulging, and I don't know what it contains.

"This is a monk for me, you can take it." Ganderson said.

Ling Feng combed out the red rope on the Buddha bag and put it around his neck. This thing may not be valuable, but this is the heart of an old Indian man who "doesn't fight and doesn't know each other", and wearing it around his neck in front of Ganderson is also a polite expression

"Mr. Gunderson, may I take the liberty of asking you a question?" Ling Feng said very sincerely.

"Well, you name it." Kenderson smiled, "We don't need to be so polite. ”

Ling Feng also smiled, "Why are you so kind to me?" ”

"I'll answer you with a request." "If you decipher the text, can you help me translate the text on this stele?" This is the wish that my grandfather and I share. My grandfather didn't know the origin of this writing until he died, and I'm old, so I'd be grateful if you could help me fulfill this wish. ”

Ling Feng said: "Of course you can, but I need to take a picture of the stele with my mobile phone, is it okay?" ”

"No problem, you can shoot it." Kenderson graciously agreed.

Ling Feng took out his mobile phone and took a photo. He took pictures very carefully, and every detail of the stele was photographed. He said that he took a photo, but he actually took no less than ten photos, and the corners, front and back of the stele were all taken. After taking the photo, he also touched the stele with his hand to identify its material.

The most common materials of the stele are marble and granite, and some of them will use white marble, but the material of this stele obviously does not belong to the above. Its texture is relatively fine, and its density is a little greater than that of ordinary stones, so it is particularly heavy. After identifying it for a while, Ling Feng gave up, he had never seen such a stone before.

"I once knocked down a piece and asked someone to test it." Ganderson seemed to understand what Ling Feng wanted to do, and he said, "The results of the laboratory tests show that it is not a common stone, and many experts have never seen this kind of stone. ”

This stele is full of weirdness, but it is precisely its unusualness that seems to be in line with the mysterious identity of the immortals.

"Mr. Ganderson, do you know where your grandfather found this stele?" Ling Feng asked.

"I don't know, I was still very young at that time, this stele was brought back by my grandfather, and I believe the approximate location should be in Heiwa Village. If you insist on going to that place, I'm sure you'll find some clues. Ganderson said.

Ling Feng nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Gunderson, I have to go." I'll contact you after I've cracked the text, and I'll translate the text on this stele. ”

Ganderson shook Ling Feng's hand and said with a smile, "Good luck, I'm waiting for your good news." ”