Gradually, there were two groups of people left in the huge temple, except for the two who sacrificed themselves to burn fat in the center and kept talking about Buddhism, there were only a group of monks who presided over the solemn temple, and the 28 nuns brought by the priest and Jingshu.

First the smell of burnt meat, then a pungent burnt smell, and the blood was burned and coagulated and finally turned black, and both showed their powerful consciousness.

The Yuantong mage is fatter, burns a little more grease, and always crackles, maybe too much grease, so it burns a little faster than Jingshu's teammate's monk.

In the dim light, others may not be able to see the charcoal-roasted meat clearly, but Jingshu can see that the whole arm has turned black, or maybe the wind will blow lightly and disappear.

Sometimes Jingshu is thinking, what is the point of the monk doing this? They have the strength to rob them, why did he pay with his life? Or maybe it's his Dharma, maybe he needs to make up for the mistakes he made before, or maybe he needs to get back the tripod he lost, and if he can't, then entrust his teammates.

As an old mother's fat chicken, it is rare to teach the cubs to stay honest, hugging the owner's thighs and not slackening, which reminds Jingshu of the chickens in the chicken pen at the beginning of the time when the chicken in the chicken pen is restless, but it looks like the head of the horse, how unstoppable the fat chicken was at that time.

The brush in the host's hand is always a bit of a drama, more like when roasting a suckling pig, from time to time a little oil on it, where it is not burned evenly, and more on it, he keeps reading scriptures that everyone can't understand.

The fire gradually spread to the shoulder, and more than two hours passed, and in the long ordeal, both of them were a little dehydrated, and they no longer had the discussion at the beginning, but both recited the scriptures in their mouths, as if this would reduce the pain.

The spread of the fire was in pieces, although it only burned to the shoulder, but it spread to the heart and lungs, and Master Yuantong's breathing became more and more rapid, and the monk was about to lose consciousness.

The atmosphere began to become tense, the victory seemed to be in sight, and the sound of a bullet loading seemed to sound in the dark, and even the little monk holding the tripod began to tremble.

Jing Shu's eyes widened, looking at the monk who was almost about to become a carbon man, with a large range of burns, he gritted his teeth tightly, sweat beads dripped down, both painful and hot, no one knew how much perseverance it would take to sit still in this situation.

The fire eventually spread completely from the shoulder, and the entire upper body suddenly burned, which had previously burned in a small area, and this data was magnified several times. The fire on Master Yuantong's body was even stronger, and the fire candle flickered, and after a while he was transformed into a sea of fire, his breathing became even more rapid, as if he was out of breath, and his face was red, getting redder and redder.

"Uh.." In the end, he only had time to snort, and he fell to the ground from a cross-legged position, completely losing consciousness and breathing.

"Hey." The host sighed, shook his head regretfully, and finally waved his hand, signaling that the monk was the ultimate victor.

The tank poured a large bucket of water on it, and the fire was extinguished instantly, and then he wrapped the mutilated monk in a heat-insulated coat, and finally the monk who learned of his victory completely fainted.

The host took the rest of the monks around Master Yuantong, who was incarnated in the sea of fire, sat cross-legged, and began to chant for it, and the host knocked on the wooden fish, which resounded in Jingshu's ears, and many monks chanted together with a wonderful rhythm, and for some reason it made people feel that their irritable hearts calmed down instantly.

Jingshu took out the balls she rubbed and flattened them, and pasted all the upper body of the monk's miserable and charred body, don't look at it, it just burned his arms, but I'm afraid that the internal organs are also very damaged after the surrounding high temperature, and the heart and lungs that are closest to him will not be better.

"It's a bit difficult to survive this injury." Jingshu shook her head, even if she had her spiritual spring, it would be useless if the monk died too much.

There are many tragic things after death, and there are really not many people who can still be so miserable alive, and the flesh of the two arms is completely necrotic, and now they are faced with whether they are sawed off shoulder to shoulder or what, but there are no conditions for surgery, so they can only discuss it after everything is over.

was burned to rescue, but there are many things that can't be saved, and some of them survive for a day or two and then die completely, and their bodies are no longer functional, and they can't be saved.

The most painful thing about burning is not the damage caused by burning, but the lethality of the burn after the burn, which is very difficult to recover.

After ordinary people are burned, not only will they have a large bubble, but they will also have to endure the hot burning sensation all the time. Statistically, burns are the longest lasting and most unbearable of all injuries.

Therefore, even if the monk was in fainting, he still had painful convulsions from time to time, Jingshu directly fed a drop of Lingquan at this time, and the monk's reaction was even greater, as if he was resisting Lingquan, but now there is no other way, he can only change the medicine every three hours, and then resign himself to fate.

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

The little monk hid in the corner with the tripod and was at a loss, and the old monk took care of his own chanting excessively, Yang Yang did not disturb, and the priest and the nuns sat even more iron, until Master Yuantong completely burned and turned into ashes, Yang Yang stepped forward and asked with a smile:

"I don't know, can we return Ding? Well? ”

The red dots in the darkness were aimed at one by one, but soon there was a scream, Jing Shu and the others all entered a state of alert, Lingling shook the gun, straight to a person in the dark, and the other party immediately withdrew the red dots.

The host let out a long sigh, "You can take it back, I'm afraid that the person won't let you take it away." ”

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

The little monk presented the tray with both hands, and Yang Yang wrapped the cloth in Ding Dao: "Then we won't bother." With that, he slipped away with Jingshu and his party.

The priest remained there with the nuns, as if there was still work to be done.

...

After leaving the solemn temple, he held the monk's tank and asked, "Aren't you afraid that it's fake?" ”

"No, this tripod was used by the First Emperor, and the unique minerals on it can't be faked, and they don't bother to fake it." Although he said this, Yang Yang still checked and confirmed it again, and then put the ding back in his arms and quickly assigned:

"Let Xiao Hei take care of the monk, we must now take advantage of the man's unresponsiveness to steal the formula and then escape, Lingling is sniping outside the manor, and you can protect Lingling; Snake spirit, you and the monkey team will clean up the people on the periphery first;

Mirror, Hao Yunlai, you two follow me; Zhen Nantian, you're still injured..."