A large pot of mushroom stewed chicken soup, with white rice, was rushed by a group of people to eat and drink, but after a long time, there was not even a mouthful of soup left.

Wu Dabin ate five bowls of rice alone, but fortunately, the little monk Xuanning was still conscientious, and when he got up in the morning, he steamed a large pot of rice, saying that it was a thank you for last night.

You must know that Wu Dabin was actually awake all the time last night, and it only took less than a quarter of an hour for the so-called spiritual root to be formed, but it took him nearly three hours to find the trick and break the layer of rock attached to his body.

In his words, the last trick is actually a tired and hungry last resort.

After breakfast, a group of people went back to the wing room, saying that they were packing up their things, and Qiao Xin'er got Chenxi's order to drag the little monk to do science popularization for him.

In fact, everyone just looked at Chenxi and seemed to be thinking about things, and they were in a trance, so it was inconvenient to disturb them.

After chatting with the little monk Xuan Ning a few words earlier, Chenxi carried a wooden recliner out of the kitchen and lay on it quietly, basking in the sun, enjoying a rare morning in the last days.

As everyone guessed, Dusty Creek was indeed thinking about things.

According to Xuan Ning, three days ago on the morning, Xuan Ning saw someone outside the temple being eaten by zombies on the wall at the entrance of the temple, and then ran to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to find the master, only to find the master lying on the ground, spitting black blood in his mouth, and had been infected with the virus.

After Xuan Ning tied up the master with a rope, he also deliberately searched around the temple, but he didn't find any traces of zombies coming in and out, and there were no bite marks on the master's body.

Dusty Creek knows that the zombie virus does not have the so-called airborne transmission or other invasion methods except for blood, saliva and body fluid infection.

The most important thing is that the old monk finally mutated into a second-generation zombie, how can a person who has not been bitten be infected with the virus, and mutate into a second-generation zombie again?

Dusty Creek couldn't figure it out, and Xuan Ning didn't know what was going on at all.

The only possibility that Dusty Creek could think of was for someone to jump over the wall directly, inject the infected substance with the zombie virus into the old monk's body with lightning speed, and then quickly flee the scene.

Or from the mouth, or it could be a small bloody puncture directly into the old monk's subcutaneous blood vessels, such as a needle, or even a silver needle.

It's a pity that Xuan Ning only formed a spiritual root on the night after his master was infected with the virus mutation, otherwise, according to the perception of spiritual power after the spiritual pupil awakened, he should still be able to judge whether there is a spiritual power cultivator breaking in.

But the question is, it's easy to kill the old monk, so why do you have to let him be infected with the virus, and what is the motivation for doing so?

Linked to Wang Xin, who was shot in the head at the clothing hypermarket, Chenxi only felt that his breathing was a little heavier.

When these two things are linked, there is always a problem.

It was as if there was a mysterious big hand behind her back, pulling her all the time.

If the deaths of these two people are related to themselves, what will they be related to?

In this time and space, he is just an unknown office worker, who can attract attention?

If it's not because of yourself, then who does it have to do with it?

Is it because of the cloud book?

But Leng Yunshu is just an ordinary genome sequence researcher, what can it have to do with these things?

A series of thoughts appeared in Chenxi's mind, but he didn't have a clue at all, only a feeling of irritability that was cut and tied.

Now, before she found Leng Yunshu, everything didn't make much sense, and before she wanted to change history, history had quietly changed.

This feeling is really unpleasant.

Simply, she closed her eyes, breathed in the fresh morning air, and left all her emotions behind.

Until, she heard Qiao Xin'er's screaming.

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"Wow! So much to eat! Qiao Xin'er's delicate voice rang out in a storage room in the backyard.

Immediately, it attracted the onlookers of everyone.

Suddenly, there were voices of surprise.

Flour, rice, grains and oils, mineral water, instant noodles, biscuits, toilet paper and other food and daily necessities are piled up in the whole room, and it can be called a small grocery store.

The fly in the ointment is that there is less meat, but it is much better than eating compressed biscuits.

The little monk touched his round head and explained to everyone: "Master and I just went to the town to buy it last week, and we rarely go out, so these necessities are generally bought once every few months...... Just bought so much. ”

"Great, it's our blessing to meet the little master." Li Aijia smiled so happily that she almost gave the little monk a big hug.

"The question is, how do you pretend to be so many things, and so many of us? The car was all driven away by the dog straight. Wei Guoqiang asked with a bitter face, the car was gone, and he was the most distressed, as if the car belonged to him.

"You come with me." The little monk Xuan Ning hooked his fingers mysteriously and asked everyone to follow him to the back door of the temple.

Looking at the appearance of the little monk opening the door, the expression on Wei Guoqiang's face was much more relaxed, and he looked like there was a treasure.

Xuan Ning opened a crack in the door, stuck his head out of the door, looked carefully, and saw that it was safe outside, so he opened the door and led everyone out of the temple.

When everyone saw it, they were happy, the little monk and the old monk actually hid a car at the back door and covered it with an oilcloth.

The oilcloth was pulled away by Xuan Ning, and a brand-new Wuling Journey van appeared in front of everyone.

"Wow-" This scene caused everyone to be surprised again.

"Hehe, I bought it in the autumn, a second-hand refurbished car, the car is in good condition, Master originally planned to pass this winter, take advantage of the off-season to let me drive out as a black car, pull some customers to Luoxia City, and earn some extra money." Xuan Ning said embarrassedly.

When everyone heard this, they were speechless, how much these two masters and apprentices love money.

Wu Dabin patted the little monk on the shoulder and said, "Awesome." ”

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And they went back to the temple and closed the door.

Xu Qingyang looked at the little monk's appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, and asked curiously, "Master Xuanning, do you have anything to say?" ”

"Well, then I said, these things were bought with the hard-earned money of Master and I. I left with you, and the things were distributed to everyone, but I didn't benefit at all, and I felt ashamed of the master's old man's spirit in heaven. Xuan Ning said with a bitter face.

That's right, if the master wants to know that he does this, eighty percent will scold him for not knowing what to do.

Everyone almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood, but they didn't expect this little monk to love money so much.

"Tsk~ Then what do you say?" Xu Qingyang asked helplessly.

"So, in the future, we all have the kind of hard currency that the Lord of Dustbrook said, and you will hand it over to me alone, so that I feel more comfortable, how about it?" Xuan Ning said.

Xu Qingyang also heard Chenxi say for the first time today, there will be this kind of thing similar to hard currency in the future, although he put 10,000 question marks on it in his heart, but he still agreed to the little monk in one breath, after all, it is to take people's things, and if he doesn't give some promises, even if he eats it, he will be embarrassed.

What's more, the strength of this little monk is still so strong, as long as the little monk speaks, it really can't be done, it doesn't matter if he gives the so-called hard currency he got in the future.

Seeing that Xu Qingyang agreed, of course the rest of the people also nodded and agreed.

"Then it's decided, it's a word, it's hard to chase the horse!" The imbalance in Xuan Ning's heart was finally dispelled, and he happily went back to the room to pack his things.

Xu Qingyang habitually found Chenxi, discussed it with her, and got everyone's consent.

Two hours later, before nine o'clock in the morning, they had to set off again, covering a distance of more than 240 kilometers, and strive to enter the confines of Pingcheng City at six o'clock in the afternoon, before dark, and quickly find a safe place to stay.

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Wu Dabin, Zhang Lin and others finished moving the last box of food and closed the back door of the van.

In the end, they only brought food that was easy to cook, not even flour and grain and oil, in this case, who has the mood and time to make dumplings and stir-fry, and bring an iron pot to cook some noodles and rice.

The back seat of the van was still removed, and the little monk Xuanning was distressed for a while.

But even if it was demolished, there were still five adults, two children and a dog in the back, plus a lot of food at the back, and the van was already seriously overloaded.

It's a pity that Wei Guoqiang checked the Alto car in front of the temple, not to mention the condition of the car, there is not much fuel left, and it will only be a burden to drive.

simply, everyone can only squeeze it.

Find a better car later, let's talk about it.

Wei Guoqiang twisted the car keys and lit the fire.

I felt it, and it was not bad.

He looked around at the crowd, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car onto National Highway 208.

Once again, we embarked on the road to Heijo.

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Xuan Ning looked at the Tianmu Temple, which was gradually moving away.

Two lines of tears flowed unconsciously.

He read softly: "The apprentice is gone, Master, in your next life, don't be a monk anymore, it's so boring." ”

Before leaving, he took out the tin box hidden under the bed, knelt in front of the grave that had been temporarily dug for the master last night, and burned the banknotes inside one by one.

Finally, watch as the burned ashes fly into the sky little by little.

He thought, Heavenly Master, should have received this money.

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