Gamers Are Fierce

　　 There is another task reminder.

　　 Bell Tower, Drum Tower, Heavenly King Hall, Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Monk’s Room and Zhaifang, Li Ang led the crowd to scan the Lonely Temple in general, and no psionic response was visible in all corners.

　　 Li Ang closed the cat's eyes, and while regaining his mental strength, he returned to the courtyard in the middle of the main entrance and calmly said to the others: "I didn't find the source of the crying, but the crying is probably not ordinary people pretending to be fools.

　　 This temple is likely to be abandoned for special reasons. We must be prepared to deal with ghosts. "

　　 Wanli Fengdao frowned, "How do you know?"

　　 Xing Hechou didn't speak, he also had this doubt.

　　 "Careful observation, bold speculation, cautious argumentation."

　　 Li Ang said in a rather unbeatable tone: “From the area of ​​the monk’s room, the number of beds, the number of dishes in the room, the number of straw mats, we know that the Guhan Temple was a large temple with at least 200 monks before it fell.

　　 In ancient times, monks studied Buddhist scriptures, and it was impossible for them to produce all day long like the heads of Guizhou in the countryside. They had four main sources of income for maintaining the temple.

　　 One, rely on the royal family to reward the land for self-cultivation.

　　 Two, reclaim wasteland, print and make paper, self-reliant.

　　三, good men and women, wealthy merchants donate money or surrounding land

　　Fourth, relying on farm income and donations from believers to carry out financial lending activities-yes, lending.

　　 This Guhan Temple is located in a remote area, with only a medium-sized city in the distance. The road conditions are not good, and it does not look like it is close to the capital and can get a holy family.

　　 Although there are wasteland on both sides of the Guhan Temple, the area is quite small, and the land output is simply impossible to support this temple with a hundred monks. Similarly, the output of printing Buddhist scriptures is also insignificant for the temple.

　　 In the village we saw in the east just now, the houses are still mud tiles. The farmers in Qianshou are still dressed in tattered clothes. There are so many cattle in the fields. Compared with the farmers of the same generation, the production equipment is not known how luxurious.

　　 Therefore, it can be concluded that the economic source of the Guhan Temple was mainly donations from benevolent men and women, and donations from wealthy merchants.

　　The Guhan Temple, which is in good operating condition, has also set up a warehouse called the "Changsheng Treasury", which is specially used to stack property and conduct financial loans.

　　Combined with the number of luxurious cattle in the village, it can even be inferred that the tens of thousands of hectares of fertile fields seen by the drone just now were the monks' and Buddha fields formed after the land merger of this Guhan Temple! "

　　 When it was first transmitted, Li Ang never gave any constructive comments. Instead, he stood next to him, paddling and gagging, both to observe the actions of seniors suspected of having official backgrounds.

　　 It was also because Xing Hechou did a good job in easing the atmosphere and forming a temporary team in accordance with the Special Affairs Bureau's action guidelines, and Li Ang was happy to draw.

　　 Now that he heard the nameless cry and did not find the source of the cry, Li Ang, who was vaguely threatened, began to actively conduct intelligence analysis to prevent the group of teammates from taking himself into the ditch.

　　 Wanli Fengdao opened his mouth and didn't know what to say-he didn't think he was stupid, but he absolutely couldn't figure out what happened based on only two or three pieces of information.

　　 He frowned and asked, "Guhan Temple used to be in good business conditions. What does it have to do with our survival for seven days here?"

　　 Li Ang smiled, "Of course it does matter. Imagine how could a luxurious temple with 200 monks, countless pious men and faithful men, and tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land be abandoned in just three years?

　　 Incidentally, this ‘3 years’ wasted time was inferred from the growth status of creepers and other vines on the red brick wall. "

　　 Wanli Fengdao didn't like this kind of test of his IQ very much. He looked at Li Ang with his eyes sideways, "Can you stop hiding and come to the conclusion quickly?"

　　 "Hey hey."

　　 Li Ang didn't get angry with Wanli Fengdao, and said with a smile: "There are many possible reasons.

　　The arrival of military disasters caused these monks to flee? This is impossible, because the villages on the plain are peaceful and quiet without any traces of military disasters.

　　 The imperial court is dissatisfied with Buddhism who does not produce, the emperor destroys the Buddha? It is impossible, because the monks will at least transfer all the artifacts, property, and scriptures in the temple before they fled. Even if the monks do not move, the government will move.

　　 Local powers united and destroyed the whole temple overnight? Not to mention that there are no traces of burning swords and soldiers in the Guhan Temple. Even if the temple was destroyed overnight, the farmers in the countryside below had already taken advantage of these three years to sneak up the mountain and put the valuable pots and pans in the Guhan Temple. , Evacuate all tables, chairs and benches.

　　 After eliminating all the impossible, the only possibility is the truth. "

　　 Li Ang’s eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said quietly: “Three years ago, a very serious accident occurred in the Guhan Temple. This accident not only caused the local good men and women to stop visiting the Buddhist temple.

　　 also prevents monks from other regions from coming here to renovate,

　　 Even the poor and white heads of Guizhou, Buddhism serfs and even the government would keep away from the Guhan Temple, and would not even dare to steal money from the temple to subsidize the family. "

　　"The system will not give a mortal mission. Since it stipulates that we cannot leave the Guhan Temple for more than 500 meters, it means that the secret to cracking all these lies in the Guhan Temple.

　　 To figure out what happened here three years ago, and to be able to figure out the source of the bitter cry just now, is the key to our seven-day mission to survive. "

　　 Li Ang's analysis is over. Wanli Fengdao has a dumbfounded look, Huizhen Monk has a look of worship, Xing Heshou looks at Li Ang thoughtfully, and Liu Wuxiao is still the expressionless iceberg face.

　　 In fact, Li Ang hasn't given another level of speculation. The woman's arm extending from the plaque and the cry of grievances just heard outside the temple are probably also related to the truth of the incident.

　　 It is a pity that he is the only one who has spiritual consciousness among all the people present, and after the other party hides, he can't find any trace of the spiritual body.

　　 I don’t know which spirit body is hostile...

　　 Li Ang's thoughts turned sharply, but his face was still as calm as water, Xing Heshou hesitated and said, "Brother Li..."

　　 "Don't tell me," Li Ang glanced at Xing Hechou's face with Guangweizheng written on it, and the corner of his eyes twitched, and said, "Just call me Xiao Li."

　　 "Well, Xiao Li, can you tell me what you do in the real world?"

　　 Although Xing Hechou asked questions in question, he had no doubt that Li Ang would give answers such as "private detective" and "historian".

　　 "...Actually, I am a cook." Li Ang sighed, and replied sternly: "They call me the youngest super chef ever."

　　 The self-proclaimed post-90s Wanli Fengdao almost choked on his saliva, "Are you the legendary master chef Liu Angxin? In order to contend with the dark cooking world, started looking for the legendary kitchen utensils?"

　　 Li Ang said in surprise: "Oh? Unexpectedly you have heard of the legend I left on the rivers and lakes."

　　 "Legendary soul?!" Wan Li Fengdao's eyes twitched: "Brother, if you don't want to expose the real world information, can you give me a better reason?"

　　 "Eh, didn't you fool it?" Li Ang was rather disappointed.

"Only a fool can be deceived, right?!" Wanli Fengdao was speechless, and the brawny man Xing Hechou with the Chinese character face restrained the urge to wipe sweat--this middle-aged man had never read "China "Yi Fan", almost wrote in his notes "Search the Citizen Database for Young Special Chefs"

　　 Li Ang nodded and said, "Actually I am a robot, a Chinese Grand Cannon walking upright on both feet."

　　 Wanli Fengdao's eyes twitched wildly, "The span is so big, can you jump from human to non-human? And who will remember the 2001 stalk of the Chinese Grand Cannon! I always feel a sense of wretched silver!"

　　 "Oh, are you complaining well?"

　　 Li Ang widened his eyes and looked at Wanli Fengdao, "You can catch my stalk. I never thought you were born in the 90s."

　　 Wanli Fengdao emptied his eyes and said, "I told you, I just look a little older."

　　 "Hmm..." Li Ang once again thought about what a more reasonable origin he should make up, "Seeing that there is no mask on my face, I am actually the Monkey King, Monkey King."

　　 "Sure enough, like the Chinese Grand Cannon, they are not human at all." Wanli Fengdao continued to vomit.

　　 "Does it have to be human?" Li Ang nodded, "Agumon."

　　 "That thing doesn't even have a basic human form?!" Wanli Fengdao spit out strongly: "And Taiyi who owns Agumon is Japanese, right?"

　　 "It's not Taiyi from the Japanese, but Taiyi from the East of China."

　　 "Even if the nationality is changed, the non-human facts can't be changed." Wanli Fengdao's expression was quite painful.

　　 Obviously this is quite smart, but the new Lv3 player whose brain circuit is obviously different from ordinary people makes him feel very powerless.

　　 Seeing the two people sing and interact with Master Huizhen, he has never seen such an interesting situation before, and couldn't help but stretch out ten green jade fingers and cover his mouth with a chuckle.

　　 Between the red lips and shell teeth, the charming and feminine that was inadvertently outlined made Wanli Fengdao a bitter cold.

　　 "It's okay, Xiao Li, if you don't want to answer, don't answer,"

　　 Xing Heshou broke the embarrassing situation, "I just asked casually. The first question is to complete the task."

　　 It is definitely a good thing that there is a smart person in the team who can perform intelligence analysis, but Xing Hechou, who has a field background in the Special Affairs Bureau, does not plan to hand over the team command.

　　 After all, he is the highest level Lv6 in the team, and he has an action guide compiled by the think tank. Xing Hechou is still somewhat confident in handling critical situations.

　　 "I suggest that tonight, a fire should be set up in the courtyard of the temple first. Everyone around the fire should not act alone and take turns to spend tonight. Wait until tomorrow to search for the temple."

　　 Xing Heshou said, "What do you think, Xiao Li?"

　　 "I think it's OK."

Li Ang nodded and looked at the setting sun in the distance, "There is still a period of time before dark. I estimate that more changes will happen after nightfall. Taking advantage of this time before dark, we'd better collect as much as possible. article.

　　If you don’t mind Lao Xing, I suggest you, the highest grader, and the Master Huizi go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to find the Buddhist scriptures on the cabinet.

　　 If Master Huizhen is professional enough, he should be able to judge the dynasty of this plot mission through the deadline of all Buddhist scriptures.

　　 If Master Hui Jin did not recognize any Buddhist scriptures, it would still prove that the background of this plot mission is not ancient China, but an overhead other world.

　　 By the way, after you collect the Buddhist scriptures, remember to pack them and bring them to this courtyard. Those scriptures may also be extraordinary items. "

　　 Master Huizhen nodded, "The poor monk grew up in a Buddhist temple since he was a child, and he read the scriptures profusely. It is not a big problem to distinguish the age. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"It's best to be like this." Li Ang looked at Wanli Fengdao and Liu Wuxiao: "The whole temple is empty. The most likely clue is in the presiding Zen room of this temple. I'm going to the presiding Zen room to search for his For personal items, it’s best to find a ledger about money transactions in this temple.

　　 It’s just that my level is relatively low, and it’s not safe to move by myself. Who of you will accompany me on a trip? "

　　 "I'll go." Liu Wuxiao said blankly.

　　 Wanli Fengdao was taken aback, scratched his head, and said anxiously: "Hey, what am I doing then?"

　　 Li Ang pouted, "Pick up the firewood and raise a fire in the courtyard."

"I'm also Lv5 anyway, you let me start the fire?" Wanli Fengdao looked at Li Ang, who was two levels behind him, and said rather unconvinced: "And in the horror movie, doesn't it mean to be destroyed one by one? "

　　 Li Ang smiled and said: "The task we received was to survive for seven consecutive days. Generally speaking, the level of danger will gradually increase during these seven days. The first few days may be the safest.

　　 After all, you are a Lv5 player, and your self-protection ability is among the best in the entire team. There is no big problem for you to act alone.

　　 I don’t worry if you work. "

　　 After that, Li Ang ignored the Wanli Fengdao standing on the spot, turned his head and went straight to the presiding monastery. Liu Wuzao, who was wearing a night clothes and carrying a pitch-black compound bow, followed him closely.

　　 Xing Heshou patted Wanli Fengdao on the shoulder and rushed to the library with Monk Huizhen.

After all the four teammates left, the Wanli Sealed Knife standing still came back to his senses. He glanced at the deep and silent courtyard, licked his teeth, held the long sword in one hand, and honestly picked it up and dropped it in the other. The wooden branches in the courtyard still muttered,

　　 "One Lv3..."