Chapter 3: Picking up the Scrap (1)
The sky was slightly bright, and the frightened and inexplicable crowd was either grinding, or eager to try, or looking for roots, and flocked to Puji Mountain one after another.
In the early hours of the morning, the earth-shattering series of bombardments, as well as the violent shaking of the mountains, attracted people from the vicinity of Puji Mountain to Puji Mountain.
However, almost all of them who set off in the morning were blocked by the military and police outside Puji Mountain.
Of course, if the light is not good, the dark will come.
Some managed to evade the military police, but many more failed.
The real and false monks in the Puji Temple in Puji Mountain, who are closest to the bombing site, have the advantage of being close to the water and getting the moon first.
After being intensely frightened, they found that a small hill in Puji Mountain, some distance from them, had collapsed dozens of meters. The cracked rocks and fishy smell of the soil are freshly baked at a glance.
After some deliberation, they couldn't hold back the curiosity in their hearts, and after the sky was slightly bright, they walked towards the mountain.
Jing Gang walked out of the temple gate with the monks of the same temple, thinking about it.
He didn't know where the blow came from, but since it was a missile attack, he could guess that it should have come from the state. As for why the state made a move, the answer is obvious, and that is to eliminate the Prophet and the Technical Department of the Heavenly Punishment Alliance.
Under the small hill that was bombed and collapsed dozens of meters, there was his doppelganger, and it was also the technical department of the Tianzhu League founded by him in his previous life, the Burmese prophet Wu Po (Wu is not a surname, it is an honorific title, and Burmese people have names but no surnames).
With the actions of the Heavenly Judgment Alliance, it would not be surprising if it was attacked by any time and again.
Jinggang just didn't know. How did the state know there. With "his" means, he can't think of any mistakes or omissions.
But. Jing Gang actually didn't really care how the secret was leaked.
The past life is a thing of the past, and he is now. It's Jinggang, and it has nothing to do with the previous life.
However, in the past life and in this life, can the true body and the distraction really be so easily parted?
Maybe, maybe not.
Anyway, Jing Gang at this moment thinks so.
Nowadays, in this world, all the places associated with mountains, wilderness, and forests are not very easy to walk.
Although Puji Mountain is not a deep mountain and dense forest, the hill that was bombed by missiles is also near the scenic spot. The same is true. The vegetation that is so dense that it is already a little perverted basically covers the already not wide mountain road, making it difficult for people to move.
Fortunately, the monks of Puji Temple were also somewhat prepared for this, and they all brought swords and sticks in their hands. They open the way while guarding against dangers that may arise at any time.
In the mountains, unreasonable animals are everywhere!
The world is changing, and so are people.
Never underestimate the ability of people to adapt to situations that have to change, and that is absolutely amazing. More than half a year after the appearance of the dream world and the dream-giver. People in the world are gradually accustomed to having self-defense weapons with them when they are out and about.
Jing Gang walked very easily, he could have walked faster and went to see what was going on earlier. But in the face of this sudden shock. He didn't want to be so prominent.
In my ears, the monks were there talking about unreliable speculation.
Treasures were unearthed, monsters were born, and immortals and Buddhas were born. The cave is blessed, and the dreamer fights...... Really all the ideas came out.
But no matter how unreliable the guess is. All the monks believed that something big must have happened in the Puji Mountains. Otherwise. There would be no such thing as missile bombardment.
The changes in the world, the human dreamers, the animal dreamers, and the miracles of gods, immortals, and Buddhas that continue to occur all over the world, as well as more mysterious and mysterious, dangerous and inexplicable changes, have made people have a new understanding of the world.
Even in China, a country where thermal weapons were previously barely visible to ordinary people, people have gradually adapted to the occasional missile bombardment. And the country will no longer use exercises to disguise the fact of missile bombardment.
So, as soon as the monks saw the tragic condition of this hill, they knew what was going on here.
At the same time, they also know that their behavior of "knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and preferring to go to the tigers" carries great dangers.
It's just a danger, but it also means an opportunity.
Even monks, many of whom are professional monks, aspire to be powerful and extraordinary. And the opportunity with danger is undoubtedly a good opportunity to become stronger.
Just as they guessed, the treasures were unearthed, the monsters were born, the gods and Buddhas were born, the caves were blessed, and the dreamers were warned...... Either way, as long as there is a little remnant left for them, it will be a rare opportunity for them.
Of course, the dangers that come with chance also need to be borne by each other.
Those who thought they were inferior in skill unconsciously approached the more powerful monks in the monastery. If someone like Jing Gang is thin and slightly short, no one will look at him.
After walking for almost an hour, they finally reached the top of the hill.
They thought they were supposed to be the first to arrive, but as soon as they got closer, they realized that dozens of people had arrived before them.
Their hearts were suddenly cold, and they saw that others had taken the lead.
But then, they found that these early arrivals seemed to be very difficult.
It's not that these people look and dress extraordinary, but they all have a temperament that is different from ordinary people, or flamboyant, or arrogant, or imposing, or deep, or chattering......
Jing Gang didn't know what the other monks thought, but he could tell at a glance that these people were dreamers.
Thinking about the previous missile bombardment, Jing Gang can basically identify that these people are the people of the Dragon Group. Only the dragon group has so many dreamers, and they can also mobilize missile attacks.
At this moment, he heard a monk exclaim: "Ah, I know them, it's the dragon group, it's the dragon group!" You see, that's Chang Shaohe, the leader of the action team, and Tang Xinwen, the deputy leader......"
Before he finished his words, someone shouted again: "There is also martial arts." Look, those three people are the three elders of the martial arts, Hu Crazy Dao, Wei Lingtong, and Pang Shiyuan. Amitabha, what the hell is going on here today, so many masters gathered together! â
"It's really ......"
For a while, the exclamations were endless.
While marveling, the hearts of the monks were also on fire. Even the super masters of the dragon group and martial arts have been dispatched, how can there be no good things here.
Although it is said that the best things should not be their turn, but the corners will also be rewarded.
The Internet is a good thing, especially if there are dreamers there to fuel the flames, after breaking all the prohibitions and blocking, the Internet has become the distribution center of the world's news.
The voice and appearance of the world's masters, as long as you have a heart, you can find it on the Internet.
Of course, deeper information, then you need some permissions, and what ordinary people can read, that is, some superficial articles.
It's just this superficial article, which is enough for some concerned people to recognize the dragon group and the martial arts figures. (To be continued......)
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