Although Chang Haijiang has been stationed in the Ice Field for many years, he was born in the "Salvation Army" and has been promoted to the middle level. He has a certain understanding of all aspects of the situation. He has also met several monks and knows how to deal with the people in front of him.

He asked with a kind attitude:

"What do you want to change to?"

The elderly Red Banker replied calmly:

“Switch some black bread.”

"No." Chang Haijiang shook his head, "There are grain and steamed buns of equal value, do you want them?"

The elderly man on Red Bank thought for a while and said:

“Okay.”

He then took off a small cloth bag hanging around his waist and took out a piece of gold from it:

“Is this enough?”

Chang Haijiang took it and weighed it, and identified it for a while:

"I can change almost a hundred, uh, I can't get so many for a while, there are only a few more than thirty left in the kitchen... Zen master, should you change some other supplies, or wait for the kitchen to steam new ones?"

The elderly Red Bankers did not hesitate:

"We just need mixed grains and steamed buns, we can wait."

"Okay." Chang Haijiang did not persuade him.

The elderly Red Bankers then led the dusty grey-robed monks wearing patched clothes to the door and found a place to sit on the ground.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them.

That was Shang Jianyao holding the "Six Conscious Beads".

Jiang Baimian couldn't even hold on.

Shang Jianyao followed him to the ground, his posture a little awkward.

He clasped his hands together and said:

"Namo Aphratara Samyaksambodhi, I am Pudu, what are the names of whom?"

The elderly Red Bank people returned with the same etiquette:

"Namo Aphrado Samyaksambodhi, my monk Palanga."

"Are you from the 'Crystal Consciousness Sect'?" Shang Jianyao asked curiously.

Obviously, this is not the "monks' sect". They have not abandoned their bodies, proved their skills, and ascended machinery.

Palanga shook his head:

"We are from the 'Ascenary School'."

"'Ascension Department'?" Shang Jianyao made a puzzled voice.

He has never heard of it.

"We focus on asceticism, in order to temper our will, enhance ourselves, and ultimately transcend." Palanga explained concisely, without long discussions.

He turned to ask:

"I don't know where the mage comes from?"

"Monks' Association." Shang Jianyao answered without hesitation.

Seeing that the monks such as Palanga showed surprise and were full of "not believing", he added:

"But they and I ended up parting ways because of different understandings of Zen and the true nature of nature."

As he said that, he sighed, looking like a monk who was enlightened.

After explaining, Shang Jianyao answered Palanga's question just now:

"I am not a member of any monk group. Because I have had contact with different monks, read some scriptures, and gained some fate, I chose this path, Namo Aphrado Samyaksambodhi."

It was just the same as the truth... Jiang Baimian, who was standing by the door, didn't want to recognize this guy as his companion.

However, in essence, Shang Jianyao did not lie, and Zen Master Pudu was indeed such a "person".

Palanga looked up and down and looked Shang Jianyao.

His eyes swept over the string of rosary in the other person's hand and suddenly solidified.

"Namo Aphratara Samyaksambodhi." Palanga clasped his hands together again and lowered his Buddha's name.

He didn't ask much.

Shang Jianyao looked at the monks around him curiously:

"Why don't they talk?"

Yes, it’s so polite... The precepts are strict? Jiang Baimian thought something was wrong just now.

The monks only listened and did not speak, and did not participate in the conversation between Palanga and Shang Jianyao at all.

Normally, when Shang Jianyao newspapers the title of "Monks' Church", there should be more or less people among them questioning.

Palanga did not lie and replied calmly:

"Our monks in the Ascetic School have practiced silent meditation for at least twenty years."

"Oh oh oh." Shang Jianyao had a look of "I understand" on his face, "Master, you have been practicing for twenty years?"

Palanga nodded:

"I have practiced the silent meditation for twenty years and said the words for twenty years. I am practicing the silent meditation for the second time."

"Then, why can you speak now?" Shang Jianyao did not hide his curiosity.

Palanga's expression suddenly became a little dazed:

"I failed, I broke my sarcasm myself."

"How could this happen?" Zen Master Pudu Shang Jianyao looked worried.

Palanga lowered his head, folded his hands together, and then proclaimed the Buddha's name:

"Namo Aphratara Samyaksambodhi, the signs have emerged, and the great disaster is coming."

"Great catastrophe? What big catastrophe?" Shang Jianyao held the "Six Conscious Bead" in one hand and stood up in front of his chest with the other hand.

Palanga closed her mouth and said nothing, as if she was back in her state of meditation.

Zen Master Pudu was peaceful and compassionate, not doing anything for himself, gave up asking questions, and stood up slowly.

After passing Jiang Baimian and returning to the rest point, he put the "Six Conscious Beads" back into his tactical backpack.

Jiang Baimian said nothing, followed Shang Jianyao, who had switched to some personality, and walked back to his original position and sat down.

Bai Chen, Long Yuehong looked up at them, and then turned his gaze to the dining table.

Chang Haijiang had already brought a large bowl of air-dried meat and a large plate of yellow steamed buns.

Such a group of monks came to the Ice Field, could it be... Long Yuehong had just flashed this idea and forced his attention to the plate of wild game.

He knew that the field of "Bodhi" has the abilities of "other mind enlightenment" and "heavenly ear enlightenment". When the distance between the two sides is less than ten meters, it is neither convenient for him nor dare to think about it.

The "old mixing group" ate the dried meat in the steamed buns, and Chang Haijiang sent grilled onion and venison, smoked Bei'an Lake fish, sour cucumbers, mixed vegetables and steamed meat patties one after another.

The soup is a mutated carrot soup with a slightly sweet taste.

"The venison has a bit of fishy smell, but it's lucky it's roasted." Long Yuehong asked himself to focus on the food while eating.

"This is obviously not artificial breeding or breeding, but was caught in the wild." Jiang Baimian also commented.

In this season, the south is the area that was later "annexed" by the ice field, and there are many wild animals.

"Wuwuwu." Shang Jianyao used food to fill his mouth.

Bai Chen nodded:

“The sour cucumber is unexpectedly good.”

Very relieved and neutralizes the fishy smell.

In general, after traveling around the wilderness for several days, the "old tune group" was quite satisfied with the meal.

After seeing the scene where the cups and plates are empty, Jiang Baimian stood up and said:

"Go back to the parking lot, you can't leave Lao Ge alone there."

"Okay." Shang Jianyao responded very positively.

Bai Chen and Long Yuehong probably guessed what Jiang Baimian meant:

I don’t know if these monks have “his heart”, or it’s better to stay away from them.

——Jiang Baimian said before that when I was on vacation today, I would open two rooms here and sleep in a spacious bed. Long Yuehong had a little bit of expectations.

After returning to his own jeep in the parking lot, Jiang Baimian briefly ordered:

"Only night, come in rotation."
To be continued...