"I'm going to go, it's amazing!" Wu Xiaobei looked at Zhenyi Murphy and the others, who were also surprised, and asked curiously with wide eyes, "There are people who study Buddhism all over the world, so won't the process of this energy return take a long time?" ”

"I heard from a friend of mine that it took about five hundred years," Lao Te and Murphy and others cut the roast chicken and duck together, while explaining to Wu Xiaobei.

"My God, how many people in this world have to study Buddhism! Tens of millions, right? Five hundred years! That's amazing! Wu Xiaobei couldn't help but exclaim.

"Ah, it's not just people who ingest the energy of the Buddha," Lao Teh corrected Wu Xiaobei's mistakes, "There are also animals, plants, flowers and stones, etc., all of which have ingested the energy of the Buddha, and they are all considered to be ingestors." Having said that," Lao Te paused with a smile and continued, "You should be able to understand what 'one flower and one world, one tree and one Bodhi' are from another angle, right?" ”

"It's amazing, I have nothing to say!" Wu Xiaobei shook his head and sighed loudly.

"According to the grading method I told you, although I am a sixth-level little god," Lao Te turned to the main topic and explained, "The intake of all things in the world is very shallow, and the process of energy return and condensation will not be long, but it will still last for seven or eight days, so the problem you are worried about is not a problem." ”

"Understand, the time is completely enough, it seems that it is up to me whether our alliance can make this big fortune or not," Wu Xiaobei smiled and picked up the vodka at hand and poured wine for Lao Te, Lao Teh stretched out his hand and signaled him to wait, Wu Xiaobei didn't know what Lao Te's intentions were, and waited for Lao Te's explanation with questioning eyes with other people.

"Don't be surprised, it's not that I don't drink," Lao Te smiled, put aside the empty wine glass in front of him, and sincerely asked Wu Xiaobei, "Can I use my own bowl to drink?" ”

"Huh? Of course you can," Wu Xiaobei paused for a moment, suddenly remembered the matter of the pill shell and the pill soul, hurriedly put down the vodka, stretched out his left hand and flipped it, revealing the circle five-pointed star tattoo in the palm of his palm, recalling the method taught by Hades, his right hand stretched out a finger and drew a small circle clockwise around the tattoo, and in the blink of an eye, an amber eight-treasure glass bowl appeared in Wu Xiaobei's hand, because it was the first time, Wu Xiaobei was also like everyone else, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Seeing this bowl, Lao Te was like seeing a long-lost relative, he excitedly held the bowl in his hand and looked at it, tears flowed out from under the golden blindfold, and said to the glass bowl with a smile on his face: "Old man, I don't know how long I haven't seen you!" ”

The glass bowl was originally a spiritual creature between heaven and earth, although it couldn't speak, but it also sensed Lao Te's call for affection, and a streamer turned in the bowl, responding to Triglaf, as if to say, "Yes, old man!" ”。

Seeing this situation, Wu Xiaobei and the others were all moved and sighed.

"Today, I'm going to drink with my other half," Lao Te smiled and wiped away the tears on his face, and said to Wu Xiaobei while pouring wine into the Babao glass bowl, "We have to remember the taste of this wine, remember that we have drunk vodka, remember us—or rather—remember the country I once served, remember the world, remember you, remember our alliance, come, please raise your glass!" Lao Te raised the eight-treasure glass bowl full of vodka, and toasted Wu Xiaobei, everyone present and everyone in the printer.

Wu Xiaobei and the others, as well as the alliance members in the printer, raised their glasses one after another, drank the wine in their hands, and the taste in their hearts was mixed, indescribable......

The closest to the air defense fortifications was the city hospital No. 3, whose morgue was temporarily requisitioned by the military and filled with nearly a hundred corpses brought from the air defense fortifications.

At about 3:20 a.m., the dark, cold, and damp morgue was filled with the mixed stench of disinfectant and corpses, and a black body bag in the corner of the wall emitted a "Da Da! It was as if some electronic device had been activated.

A few minutes later, a gloved hand reached out from the body bag and unzipped the bag, and the sound of the zipper sliding was eerie in the darkness.

After that, the body in the body bag sat up, headless, headless.

The headless corpse slowly stood up, tore open the clothes on its chest, and pulled out a piece of armor located on its chest, revealing an infrared electronic eye, shooting a dazzling red line in the darkness.

This headless corpse is none other than the "Swiss" whose head was cut off by real clothes.

With the help of this infrared electronic eye located on his chest, the "Swiss" searched the corpses around him one by one, and after searching for about five minutes, he finally found the body of the "iron head".

The headless "Swiss" pressed his left hand to the heart of the "iron head", and the arm generated electricity to give the "iron head" an electric shock. After several powerful electric shocks, the "iron head" spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, took a deep breath, and woke up.

"Ah, it fucking hurts!" "Iron Head" sat up supportively, examined the fatal wound on his chest, and said to the "Swiss", "Fortunately, the blood vessels in the heart are not completely broken, and the power supply of the lungs is broken, but fortunately the other side can still be used," "Iron Head" stretched out his nose and sniffed, and immediately complained, "It stinks so much here!" ”

The "Swiss" ignored the "Iron Head" and pointed to his own head, but the "Iron Head" of course understood what "Swiss" meant, and he asked the "Swiss" to turn on the light, saying that he did not have electronic night vision and could do nothing without the light.

Subsequently, the "iron head" used the gadgets he carried with him to connect the head of the "Swiss" to the main lines of his body, and used rope and adhesive tape and a thick wooden board of suitable size to fix the head and body of the "Swiss" together.

"You just can't turn your head," said to the "Swiss" as he packed up his things, "I'll do it first, and we'll fix it for you when the conditions allow." ”

The "Swiss" tested it, and the original functions of the body were basically normal, so he closed the electronic eye on his chest, felt out a magazine, and inserted it into the clip slot on his right arm.

"Iron Head" briefly treated his wounds, took off the white robe that was missing a large piece, took out a small pistol from his calf, walked to the door of the morgue, found the location of the door lock, took out a piece of C4 explosives from his pocket and pasted it, then hid aside, took out the remote control and pressed it......

On Wu Xiaobei's side, a table outside the printer and a table inside the printer were connected by the headphones that everyone had, and they were all together, and they drank hotly.

Because the heavy topic of life and death and parting has been said several times, the topics of communication at the moment are all kinds of light-hearted anecdotes, and everyone laughs and laughs so much that no one notices that a black-clad masked man is watching their every move in the trees opposite their villa.

The wine in Villa No. 3 was drunk until about nine o'clock in the morning, and all the wine taken from the old man was drunk, and the cups and plates were in disarray, and the people inside and outside the printer were drunk and unconscious.

At about half past twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Wu Xiaobei, who had always wanted to say a few words to Lao Te, was awakened by the sound, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and he found that Lao Teh had fallen into the sunlight in front of the living room, and there was a crystal clear ball lying next to him - the combined Eight Treasure Glass Pill.

"It turns out that noon is okay," Wu Xiaobei said to himself, sighed, stepped forward, unfolded the special folding bed and made it, and then placed Lao Teh on it, covered it with a white cloth sheet, and bowed to Lao Te's body three times.

After doing all this, he picked up the second Eight Treasure Glazed Pill, closed his eyes, and placed the Glazed Pill in the center of his eyebrows, and immediately, all kinds of information about the soul of the third Eight Treasure Glazed Pill came flooding in, and it was instantly imprinted in Wu Xiaobei's mind.

Wu Xiaobei sighed for some reason, opened his eyes, put the second pill into the pentagram in his palm, stretched his waist, and after calling the others up, he walked into the bathroom by himself, washed and combed, and prepared to start a new day......