We finally landed on the island, and the fog on the island was heavier than the surface of the lake, as if all the fog on the lake was pouring out of the island. We couldn't get a full view of the island, but thankfully there was only a winding path that twisted into the fog.

When I landed on the island, I noticed that my previous resistance to the island suddenly disappeared, as if something was calling me. This change only made me even more afraid. After nearly two decades of intrigue and deceit, I didn't think I was a person who was easily influenced by others, but the sudden change in mood came without warning, and I suddenly began to feel a little unconfident in myself.

We walked along the trail for more than ten minutes in the thick fog and found a camp in a clearing on the side of the path. The camp was randomly camped along the path, with about a dozen tents in a circle, but there was no one in the camp. Someone has been here!

These tents are very new, and it seems that these people should not have been here for too long, but where have they gone? Are they pangolins? But haven't all the pangolin gangs been eliminated by unknown forces? Could it be a smoke bomb made by pangolins? But is it really worth the years of hard work he has to give up just for this one relic? If these people aren't pangolin people, then where did these guys come from?

We searched around the camp and found some food and equipment, but we didn't find a single person. The contents of these tents were very messy, and it should be that these people had an emergency when they set off again, and they didn't have time to pack up, and even some equipment and food were left here.

We had some food and water here, and the lean man looked a little agitated at this point, and it seemed that this guy probably didn't know where the gang came from.

Just as we were refilling our food and water and preparing to leave, a group of guys in camouflage uniforms rushed out of the tents around us and knocked us to the ground. Those guys were so well hidden, they didn't even notice it before we were attacked, and even the monks didn't give us a warning in advance. I just felt a numbness in my neck and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I found myself a captive again, only this time my companion was a monk and a tomb robber. I shook my sore neck and cursed the guy who knocked me unconscious with all the dirty words I knew.

The fat on my neck was almost beaten into fat foam by him, but I didn't even see who hit it. Nangong fell beside me, still unconscious at the moment, and the monk and the lean man had already woken up, sitting on the side without speaking. But the big white girl is gone, was she taken away by that group of guys?

Seeing that I had woken up, the lean man gave me a vicious look and said, "Damn, as long as you have a good heart, you have to take that foreign girl with you." It's good now, we're all captives. ”

I was stunned when I heard this, could it be that the people who attacked us were a gang of big white girls? These foreign girls have been lying to us all along? Then why was she injured and left there alone?

I couldn't understand it, so I asked the monk, "Monk, who are those people?" ”

The monk didn't have any injuries on his body, nodded and said, "That's a group of Germans, and their passwords to each other are in German. Judging by their attitude towards her, Lisa should be their leader. ”

Before the monk's words were finished, the lean man snorted coldly and said: "That group of guys is not an ordinary person, you see that their actions are uniform, and when they ambush us, they also have a clear goal, and they cooperate with each other very tacitly, these are not ordinary social organizations can do it at all, those foreigners should have military experience backgrounds." ”

I was shocked when I heard this, I actually didn't know how many people attacked us at that time, because I was killed in an instant before I could react. Listening to the tone of this lean man, it seems that he has also moved with those people, is that a group of Germans? But how could a foreign team come to China? But listening to the lean man's tone, it seemed that he was sure that those foreigners were soldiers, and for a moment I didn't know whether to believe him or not.

At this time, Nangong finally woke up and looked at us in confusion, Nangong asked, "Where is Li Sha?" ”

This made the lean man complain for a while. To be honest, I think this lean man is simply an eight woman, one thing can be repeated several times in his broken mouth, I really don't know if this guy's mouth was so broken when he robbed the tomb before.

Just when I couldn't take it anymore, the tent was opened from outside, and a couple of foreigners came in and dragged us out one by one. At this time, I saw Li Sha's team for the first time, they are all foreigners, both black and white, and I finally know that foreigners are not all the same.

Li Sha stood at the front of the crowd and asked the monk, "What kind of place is this?" ”

The monk still had that expression, as if he didn't see the situation we were in clearly, and said, "This is Sangjiaye, and I have already said everything you want to know along the way." ”

Li Sha looked at him and said, "I do know this, but what I want to know is where the Great Mantra of the Patriarch and the Bodhi Fruit are. ”

Hearing Li Sha's words, I noticed that the thin man's face suddenly changed, although he still pretended to be careless, but those evasive eyes had already betrayed him. But what is this "Patriarch's Great Mantra" and Bodhi Fruit? Why have I never heard of it in Buddhist stories?

The monk still looked at the big white girl calmly, smiled and said: "You actually know the "Patriarch Daming Mantra" and Bodhi Fruit, it seems that you know my Buddha very well, these two things are only recorded in that scripture book, and that book has long been regarded as **, most of the books have been burned, even if the survivors are all ancient Sanskrit, I didn't expect you to know." ”

The big white girl didn't answer the monk's words, but stepped forward and said to the monk: "I just want to know where those two things are?" Since you know so much about this place, you know something we don't know. Let's talk about it, so we can go on together together. ”

The monk nodded and said, "Yes, although these two things are sacred relics of the Buddhist family, they are obtained by those who are destined." If you have Buddha fate, I will naturally be happy to do it. ”

The big white girl stood up, looked down at the monk, and asked, "Where are those two things?" ”

The monk raised his head and looked at her and said, "In that scripture, it is recorded that the Patriarch Da Ming Mantra and the Bodhi Fruit are in the bodhicitta and as long as you find the bodhicitta you can find those two things. If you know the Great Mantra of the Patriarch and the Bodhi Fruit, how can you not know where they are? ”

The big white girl frowned and said, "What is bodhichitta?" Where is it? ”

The monk shook his head and said, "Everything I know is from that book, and that's all I know, but I think bodhichitta must be on this island." ”

The big white girl looked at the monk for a long time and said, "It's okay, you tell me everything, so that we can work together." Then he told his men to untie the ropes from us, and then said, "Let's go, I know that you all want to find the treasure here, and if you can find bodhichitta successfully, everything else will be yours except those two things." ”

The big white girl is unimpressed by the treasures here! It seems that they are not an ordinary international tomb robber gang. Is that what they're here for? But what is the origin of those two things, and what is the reason why these Germans have traveled across the mountains and Haiti to this place where birds don't? And listening to the monk's tone, the purpose of his coming here is also those two things. I even guess that even the lean man who doesn't talk much must have the same purpose as the two of them. I don't think this tantric monk who has stayed abroad cares about the yellow and white things of the world, so what is the purpose of those two things that can make these guys and even monks value it so much?

We were escorted by Da Bai Niu's men to continue on our way, and it was then that I realized that these foreigners were not only tall and strong, but also all loaded with guns, and I really didn't know how these guys found so many guns in China.

In China's current environment, it is difficult to find one or two pistols, but these guys actually have a gun in their hands, and a few of them actually carry submachine guns. This is really not just as simple as horror, you must know that this submachine gun is not even a daring earth mouse dare not sell, because the lethality caused by this kind of thing is too great, and it will almost certainly cause ** annoyance, and shooting this submachine gun is equivalent to looking for death by yourself.

But these guys actually have more than one submachine gun, look at the gun type, these things are all new models in the last two years, how much power is behind these guys to be able to make such a big battle?

We walked slowly along the path for more than an hour, the big white girl suddenly stopped us, and then explained a few words to a black guy with bloated muscles next to him, the black guy nodded, looked at us with some contempt, took off the submachine gun on his back, opened the safe, and bowed down to the depths of the fog.

Since the big white girl was speaking a foreign language that I didn't understand when she explained to the black buddy (the monk later told me that it was German), I didn't know what was going on for a while, but at this time we were prisoners, and we were too embarrassed to ask the big white girl, so we had to stand there obediently.

The monk was beside me, and knowing that this guy had stayed abroad, I leaned over and asked, "Monk, what did the big white cow say to Lao Hei?" Then Lao Hei ran out like a grandson? ”

The monk was a little amused by me, chuckled uncontrollably, and said, "She told the man to go and see if the thing was still there." ”

What is that thing? I shook my head and said, "What's still there?" You'd better be clear. ”

The monk looked at me and said, "That's what she's talking about, how can I know what she's talking about?" ”

Just as I was poor with the monk, there was a burst of gunfire from the depths of the fog, but the gunfire stopped after a few shots, and then there was a deathly silence.