Chapter Seventy-Three: New Sprouts in the Dry Well
"Wealth is in danger!"
"A bunch of life-hungry and death-scared waste!"
"If only you could get rich."
Zhuo Feng, who was hiding in the dark, looked in the direction of the legionnaires, eager to step forward and slap the legion leader a few times.
He immediately fled the temple after shouting, hiding in the darkness and lying on the ground to observe the progress of the matter, and he was out of breath.
According to his plan, there should be gunfire in the temple at this moment, but it seems that the leader of the legion is still a little sorry for his life.
Survival is the most important thing, after all, only alive can there be infinite possibilities.
In Xiaoman's plan before, she also wanted to gather these legionnaires under her command, Chu Huan put forward a different opinion at that time, he felt that when these soldiers couldn't see hope, money could no longer buy people's hearts, after all, not many people were willing to die for money.
Unless by faith.
What faith do these soldiers have?
"Now it seems that Chu Huan, that kid can see it clearly." Thinking like this, Zhuo Feng was ready to implement the second plan.
As he got up, he casually took out a set of clothes from his backpack.
Purple robe!
A few seconds later, Zhuo Feng, who knew the temple very well, wore a purple robe and swaggered towards the direction of the temple.
On the other side, the conflict between the leader of the legion and Lu Fan escalated again.
There was a bang, and as one of the regiment leaders raised his gun to warn the sky, the soldiers present all took up their weapons.
Because of some scruples about the Blood Demon, the Legion Leader didn't dare to be too arrogant.
"Red robed bishop, please lead the way." One of the clan leaders said, "This time we will go to the three of us, and if Qi Chuanlin is not there, we will leave the temple afterwards." ”
"If you have to stop it...... We're going to try even if we're fighting to the death. ”
The attitude of the leader of the legion is extremely tough, he has been looking for Qi Chuanlin for a day today, and he is full of anger when he finds nothing.
Lu Fan pondered again and again, and turned sideways after a moment.
Things got to the point where he was now, and he chose to give in.
Retreat.
The place of the pope's retreat is a temple site, how can they come and go freely?
The leaders of the legions, who were already scattered, were now working on their own, and Lu Fan knew that the shouting on the temple just now had completely aroused the curiosity of these soldiers.
They will never leave until they see the dry well.
If there was really a conflict in front of the temple, he was not afraid of these soldiers, but the purple-robed and black-robed priests of the temple were afraid that they would be bleeding.
"You can come with me to check the dry well." Lu Fan said and looked at the soldiers: "The others stay where they are. ”
The three clan leaders looked at each other, explained to their respective henchmen, and then walked towards the back of the temple under the leadership of Lu Fan.
When passing by the main hall, Lu Fan saw a purple-robed figure and felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it there, but his mind at the moment was on the Pope in the dry well secret room, and he didn't care about it when his mind turned.
In less than two minutes, Lu Fan led the three clan leaders to the dry well.
The dry well is very large, about three zhang in circumference, and the well platform is about three feet above the ground, all of which are accumulated by stones.
Next to the dry well, stood four purple-robed priests, two of whom were disciples of the Pope, and the other two were the men of the Whitebeard Bishop.
"Bishop Liu is there too?" Looking at one of the purple-robed priests, Lu Fan asked out loud, the white-bearded bishop did not agree to wake up the pope when he was talking just now, but now he dragged his seriously injured body here......
The purple-robed priest nodded.
The descendants of the other two popes were also disciples of the pope, and the purple-robed priest stopped in front of Lu Fan.
"The temple is a heavy place, and outsiders are not allowed to trespass." One of the purple robes first bowed to Lu Fan and covered his chest with his right hand, and after glancing at the leader of the legion, he said with a look of neither humility nor arrogance.
"These legion leaders heard that Qi Chuanlin was in a dry well." Regarding the purple-robed priest's obstruction, within Lu Fan's expectations, his expression did not change.
The purple-robed priest who spoke is now second only to him, and the red-robed bishop has been killed and injured in the past two days, and when the Pope comes out, maybe he will be the next red-robed priest.
"There are still thousands of soldiers waiting at the entrance of the temple now." Lu Fan continued: "They just went down to take a look. ”
Hearing Lu Fan's words, the two disciples of the Pope glanced at each other.
The person who spoke before shook his head again: "Non-temple disciples are not allowed to enter, this is the divine law of the temple. ”
"What kind of temple law, let's just go down and take a look, is there any secret down there that can't see people?" A legion leader stood up and said, "You guys are hiding like this, I really suspect that Qi Chuanlin is below." ”
The purple-robed priest looked at Lu Fan, and Lu Fan nodded slightly.
"Okay, you can go down and have a look, but only one person can go down, so you can discuss it."
There are many rules or laws in this world that are never aimed at the maker, in a sense, the laws and regulations are just for the superior to restrain the people who want to restrain them.
He can't be punished by a doctor.
The three clan leaders looked at each other, and one of them came to the stone well, and he shook his head when he looked at the bottomless and dark stone well:
"I'm a little afraid of heights, and the stone stairs down are still spiral, and I'm a little dizzy at a glance, which of the two of you has a hard trip?"
"I'll go down." A young leader said, "You watch by the stone well, and if anything is wrong, I will shoot and warn, and you bring the soldiers over." ”
"Don't worry, brother, we'll wait for you to come up." Another legion leader said.
The young leader stopped talking, and he took out a small flashlight from the pocket of his military uniform and looked at the purple-robed priest: "Let's go, you lead the way." ”
After saying that, he held the gun in his other hand, and the threat was very obvious.
The purple-robed priest didn't care, and turned around and came to the stone well.
There is an entrance to the stone well, and stone steps are carved out along the stone wall of the stone well, and the stone steps are no more than a foot wide and less than two meters high, allowing only one person to pass through at a time.
The stone staircase leading to the well had been back and forth countless times, and he was familiar with the road, and soon he left the leader of the legion behind him, carrying a kerosene lamp.
At first, the young leader held a flashlight in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, and walked down cautiously step by step, and after walking a hundred and ten steps, his heart couldn't help but panic.
Shijing is bottomless, and he can still see the figure of the purple-robed priest in front of him before, but now he can only see a faint light, he roughly calculated, the straight-line distance between the two is at least more than twenty meters, and the stone ladder is on the inside of the stone well wall, and people basically can't see the figure from top to bottom when they walk in it, and the gun has no meaning at this time.
Holding a flashlight in his right hand and a stone wall above his head with his left hand, the young leader quickened his pace.
At first, the stone stairs were full of sand, but later, as the young leader continued to go down, the stone walls became damp, and the stone steps were a little smooth.
Until he saw a patch of moss.
The young leader's expression became agitated, this was the first time he had seen a native plant in the ruined city in so many years.
He stared at the moss and touched it, and finally grabbed a handful of moss and put it in his uniform.
As he continued to descend, he saw more and more moss.
Not only that, but when his feet finally stepped on the bottom of the well, his expression became even more shocked.
Because there is some muddy well water at the bottom of the well, and new blisters are constantly emerging from the bottom of the well.
There are a few flower pots on the side, and I don't know what shade-loving plants are planted in the flower pots, which have just sprouted.
A kerosene lamp sits alone in a corner of the stone wall.
But the purple-robed priest was gone.