The bearded man spoke very quickly to explain his message. The bearded man's name is Jiang Donghai, he was born in a martial arts family "Jiang School", and he practices Neijiaquan.

He has just turned 20 this year, and recently became a mercenary, carrying out his first mission in Japan, and assassinating several important people in an arms dealer called "Volcano" with his members of the organization.

After getting a commission of 1.2 million US dollars, I returned to China and hibernated for a while, and received the organization's arrangement, and I was ready to leave the next day, and I appeared here today.

The Daoist looked at Binglin and asked, "Binglin, when was the first day you appeared here?"

"August 25th. Binglin remembers that it was the first week of school, and Friday was the 5th, which was very memorable.

"Monk, when was the first day you appeared here?"

"July 15th Midyear Festival. "The day before, he said that he lay down so many old monks, and the next day the Midyear Festival was supposed to be his own personal session, and of course the monk remembered this date.

"I'm September 2nd. Beard said, holding up his hand.

The monk was stunned for a moment, then looked at the beard in horror and asked, "Bearded, what year is this year?"

"In 2001..."

The monk immediately asked Binglin again: "What year is this year!"

"It's not... Isn't it 1999?" Bing Lin said as she looked at everyone with some confusion.

The monk let out a long sigh and said, "I appeared here on August 14, 2000..."

"How is that possible? It's 1999, how can you be here for 2,000 years, and 1 for 2,000 years?" Binglin felt that she had had enough of it in the past few days! It's just that so many strange things have happened to her, how can even the time be different?

Bing Lin looked at the Taoist priest, expecting the Taoist priest to give her an answer, telling herself that she was dreaming, or that these people were liars. It's all pranks.

The monk and the beard also looked at the Taoist priest, only the Taoist priest did not say his origin and time.

"You... They all appear here on the day of the Midyear Festival, the difference is only the year..."

The date of the three of them is indeed the Zhongyuan Festival every year! The monk was like being struck by lightning, his eyes were dark, and he almost fell to the ground!

"Don't you understand?" the Taoist priest pointed to Binglin and said, "Your midyear festival in '99 appeared here, the monk appeared here in 2000, and the beard appeared here in 2001. The beard was the last of us to appear. But I can't guarantee that this year is 2001. ”

Bing Lin kept saying that it was impossible, she didn't believe that she had been here for 2 years. It's only been 4 days since I woke up today.

Binglin suddenly calmed down, as if she remembered something, and said, "When I woke up, there was a sister with a red whip in her hand, she knew my name and knew a lot about me. But I don't know her..."

The beard began to go a little crazy, and said angrily to Binglin: "Shut up! Are you playing a prank? Look at my clothes! I just changed yesterday, like someone who has been here for a long time?"

The beard pointed at the others with a knife and said, "Look at yourselves again, where do you look like you've been here for a year or two?"

The monk is holding his head and trying to sort out everything he knows!

The Taoist priest looked at Bing Lin and Hu Zi and said coldly: "Perhaps, these words... You've said this many times. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, everybody wakes up again once every seven days, and everything that has to do with themselves here is forgotten, and they're all ... Back to normal. ”

The beard grabbed the frustrated monk and said loudly: "Big brother, monk, you say something, I don't believe anyone here, I believe what you say!"

The monk took off the Buddhist beads hanging on his chest and crumpled them into a ball in his hand, and the Buddhist beads like black glass beads slowly turned into powder and were blown into the air.

"Amitabha, today is the seventh day of the poor monk's memory, if the poor monk wakes up tomorrow, the Buddha beads around him are still there..."The monk looked at everyone and said, "Then everything is as the Taoist said."

The serious monk was more like a monk, the monk looked at the baby in the girl's arms, and said to Binglin: "Last night, the poor monk told the donor, the poor monk's common name is Li Mingduojin, and he rarely mentions it to people, and there is one more thing, the poor monk was born with a crescent mark on the soles of his feet, and even the poor monk who has been worn out with age can't find it. Tomorrow you only need to mention this, and the poor monks will know where this is. ”

"Where is this?!" Beard asked the monk eagerly.

The monk closed his eyes and was silent.

The Taoist priest stared at the baby for a long time.

Everyone also couldn't help but look over. From the very beginning, the baby is unusual, this child who now has a name, Lao Feng, killed two big maple trees, and there must be a demon who can inhale **, but the monk said that the baby has no demonic energy. It's not like it's human if you don't cry or make trouble. Could it be a ghost?

Suppose that this scene may have happened many times in countless repetitions, then no one gave the monk his common name and birthmark in advance?

If this is the first time that several people have come together to tell each other about things that no one knows, then only an accident breaks the pattern of repetition.

Although it seems that everyone is still repeating, but this time may be the first time that the monk said something that almost only he knows, so this accident can only be the baby in Binglin's arms among the people present.

"Dao Chief, you haven't told me where you came from?" asked Beard Breaking His Momentary Calm.

"I don't have to say. ”

"Why?"

"Because I'm a Taoist!"

"What if you wake up and don't know us?" Bing Lin asked.

"Yes, what if you wake up and kill us?" Beard was convinced that the Taoist had a strong tendency to violence.

The Taoist said lightly and lightly, never kill indiscriminately, and..."

"I came here on the same day as Binglin. ”

"When I was young, I originally had a child who died before he was born, and I named him Zhou Tai, hoping that he could still be in the Bank of China, and the light was greater than the world. ”

After the Taoist said one of his secrets lightly, he didn't continue to talk about it, pointed to the baby and said: "The appearance of this baby is more strange than ours, whether he can figure out everything and leave, the key is on him." ”

The monk stood up, patted his buttocks, and said with a smile, "Now everyone knows each other's origins and little secrets. Then let's hurry. ”

"I always feel uncomfortable being stared at by something," the monk muttered to himself.

Destinations, borders.

This trip has one more beard, fortunately, the beard is carried by the monk, at first the beard is refused, although his own internal boxing does not have light exercises such as light exercises, but in terms of foot strength, he feels that his identity, strength, especially in age, is better than two people who add up to more than 100 years old. If you can't beat your fists, you can use your feet to win back face.

After the monk walked out of the 100 meters after a few ups and downs, Hu Zi didn't mention that he was going to act alone.

Despite this, after a few hours, everyone only walked sixty or seventy miles, after all, the spiritual consumption of traveling with people is huge, and monks and Taoist priests also need to rest.

Still in the middle of nowhere.

The monk asked the beard curiously, "Are you really only 20 years old?"

The beard touched his full beard with some embarrassment and said, "When I first developed, I secretly used a razor to make a foam and shaved my whole body, and then, that's it." ”

"Hahahaha..."

Bing Lin laughed so much that the child almost couldn't hold it: "You look like a 30-year-old uncle!"

The monk also happily covered his stomach and said, "Didn't your adults teach you that your hair can't be shaved indiscriminately?" hahahaha..."

The beard was very dissatisfied: "What's so funny, as a mercenary, you have to look tough!

After saying that, he rubbed his fingers against his sharp knife, and considered whether to shave off his beard, after all, there were some places missing now.

Bing Lin pointed to the bearded beard and said, "I think it's better for you to shave, you are not fierce at all now, you are more like a bum." ”

After Bing Lin finished speaking, the monk laughed louder, and the Taoist priest was also amused.

The beard doesn't speak, and he doesn't want to talk about his beard.

The monk looked around, leaned over to the Taoist chief and said, "I always feel that something is wrong, it's too quiet." ”

The beard hurriedly took the stubble and said: "It's very quiet, there is not even a bird calling, such a big jungle, it shouldn't be..."

Above the dense forest, there are two red-clothed figures, one fat and one thin.

The fat man said, "Boss, are we doing something a little too obvious?"

Thin man: "Then how do you get it? You can't get it back, you have to keep them to protect the baby, just rely on them?"

Fat man: "Your Highness said that you want to lead them to the Lost Mountain, but they estimate that they won't be able to get there in another three years, or they will faint and throw them all over?"

The thin man kicked the fat man down and said angrily: "You are impatient, Lao Tzu is still impatient! Don't give me bad ideas!"

The fat man floated up from the ground again, and stood behind him, not daring to say anything more.

"Human greed begins when you walk on two feet, tomorrow, go find a demon spirit who has just formed a pill to guide the way, and beat the demon spirit first, until the body is completely skinned!

"Yes, little one understands!"