The words had already been spoken, and the tense atmosphere was suddenly eased.

I mentioned the fake Korean who had escaped, and said that since he had stolen a jet ski, he must have come prepared. As the only person with a vehicle to leave the desert island, I'm afraid he was the one who killed the boatman with a bomb.

The enthusiastic eldest sister agreed with my point of view, saying that the demon path in the Seven Peaks Mountain Qingfeng View in Quancheng had already attracted the attention of the Secret Service, and there should have been a lot of fish that slipped through the net in the last incident, and secretly attacking was the usual method of this person.

In addition, she also analyzed that the reason why the dead old man in Tai Chi insisted on acting separately when entering the underground secret passage may have been because he had already discovered the clues of the fake Koreans and wanted to strike first.

As for the curse, the black cloud that appeared at the end and the disappearance of the desert island, the identity of the real culprit behind this, the enthusiastic eldest sister was silent, obviously aware but unwilling to say it clearly.

I know that the Secret Service is so disciplined that even asking questions is futile. Besides, the little stinky fart has been saved at this moment, and the fat man and I have escaped, so I simply don't ask anymore.

The orange cat sighed, her voice a little weak. Although the dust has settled now, we are trapped at sea, hundreds of kilometers from land, and if there were no passing fishing boats, wouldn't everyone starve to death?

After a brief outburst, the orange cat's body had long since returned to its normal size, and its round belly was lying together, like a drunk on the street.

The enthusiastic eldest sister said that this is not enough, and then took out a palm-sized square box from her waist bag, on which there was a folding antenna, and in the middle was a red round button, I don't know what it was.

The enthusiastic eldest sister pulled the antenna out and pressed the red button. A few minutes later, she told us that it was an encrypted transmitter and that a helicopter would pick us up in three hours at most, depending on the distance.

Her words couldn't help but make my heart flutter, and it seemed that even the wound didn't hurt so much. Indeed, the Secret Service has always done things regardless of the cost, as long as they are willing, it is a trivial matter to want to go to the ends of the earth.

Looking at the pale-faced orange cat, I asked him which way of the fairy he was inviting at that time, how could he suddenly have such divine power?

The orange cat smiled slyly, and said that he was sloppy with me, saying that he still invited any immortals for his three-legged cat kung fu, but it was just some local laws in the rivers and lakes, and it was just strong on the outside, and it was not on the table, so it was okay not to say it.

I remembered that in the spell of the orange cat, it seems that there are "old mothers" and "white lotus", and this old mother is the "childless old mother", and the white lotus means white lotus.

Thinking about it carefully, although the orange cat is young, it has a strong aura of rivers and lakes, and it has a special spell casting method such as swallowing talismans, all of which seems to be very similar to the mysterious organization that has been rumored by the folk for hundreds of years - the "White Lotus Sect".

The White Lotus Sect is a kind of secret religious association that has been circulated among the people since the Tang and Song dynasties.

Originated from Buddhism, the Pure Land Sect, according to legend, the ancestor of the Pure Land Sect, Shi Huiyuan of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, recited Buddha together with Liu Zhimin and others in the Lushan Donglin Temple, and was regarded as a model by later generations of believers.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, the Pure Land Buddha Association was popular, and it was mostly called the White Lotus Society or the Lotus Society. During the Shaoxing period of the Southern Song Dynasty, Cizhao, a monk from Kunshan in Wu County, founded a new sect on the basis of the popular Pure Land Association, called the White Lotus Sect, also known as the White Lotus Sect.

In the long history of hundreds of years, there have been many records of the White Lotus Sect, and it has also involved many uprisings, but it itself seems extremely mysterious.

It is said that the White Lotus Sect is capable of producing many people, and they are the best at the two methods of "tricks" and "divine power", and they are mixed among the warlocks and bandits all the year round, both good and evil. It was not until the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China that it gradually declined.

This orange cat, is it the descendant of the White Lotus Sect? I'm curious, but I can only speculate.

Interestingly, even after such a dangerous and fierce fight, everyone was exhausted and incomplete, but the dark green watch in the orange cat's hand was actually intact, and the second hand ticked diligently.

No one spoke anymore, only the rhythmic lapping of the tide at their feet. The wooden rafts rose and fell, and the blazing sun shone on them. The sky is blue and tranquil, and the sea is like smoke, and the vastness is boundless.

The breeze blows on the water, the waves are dazzling, the sea and the sky are connected, it is difficult for the poor to see, and the vast expanse makes people a little trance.

The pain in the shoulder surged up again, thinking of the thrill after going to the island, looking at the orange cat paralyzed on the wooden row, the weak and enthusiastic eldest sister, the seriously injured Zhou Tianming, and the old Bi in the backpack, I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in my heart.

From an objective point of view, I can understand the choice of desert island residents and mermaids. They had been plagued by a curse for a hundred years, and the pain and frequent strange diseases had long driven these poor people to the brink of collapse.

In order to survive, abduction, deception, and human sacrifice seem to become a matter of course, all of which are simply instinctive, like tigers and jackals in nature, who must kill if they want to survive.

But evil is like a dark vortex in the deep sea, they swell back and forth, never satisfied. The retreat and avoidance brought about by fear may solve the immediate need, but it also pushes you into the abyss.

In the face of a powerful enemy and boundless fear, should we fight or compromise? Is it really right to base one's life on the lives and sufferings of countless innocent people?

I wonder if the curse will come to naught with the disappearance of the desert island, but the mermaids and the desert island dwellers have paid the price for their actions, and will the karmic fire of the final incarnation be able to burn away the sins they have committed?

Are they redeemed? I don't know either.

At this moment, it seemed as if I suddenly understood what the so-called "Tao" was. Righteous, unyielding, dare to face evil and fight it firmly, even if it falls like a moth to a flame, it will never give up.

This is the Way!

This is the way of heaven and humanity. This is the way of immortality, and it is also the story of all kinds of beings in the world and red dust, and it is really the bottom line that everyone should adhere to!

The suicidal man was silent, seemingly wandering away from another world again.

There was a hint of indifference in his lonely expression, although his face was pale, but there was a stubbornness condensed between his eyebrows, which was very different from the muddy nightmares before he went to the island.

Big Bear, Flower Wuji, Photo Maniac, Goddess, Flower Messenger, among the six ordinary people who have no magic power in the tour group, only one man who committed suicide survived.

This person who originally wanted to land on the island to die came back to life, and he was completely alive!

The suicidal man was silent for a long time, and finally pulled out a cigarette. Although the cigarette was packed in a cigarette case, it was also half-wet and crumpled and bent into a ball under the impact of the tide.

He didn't care, flattened it, lit it. The smoke rises, and the soot enters the sea with the wind.

A little bit of blue ash turned into a fish, and I don't know where the dead go......

I don't know how long later, a small black dot with a flashing red light, from far and near in the western sky, it was a helicopter.

My head felt heavy, like I hadn't slept in a whole year.

The roar of the propeller was like a lullaby. I clutched the dragon ball in my pocket tightly, and watched it flicker and flicker in the rippling blue sea through the fabric of my beach pants......