I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

It was probably because that large group of mutants had gathered most of the surrounding mutants.

During the three days of traveling, the group only encountered a few scattered ones, and they were very weak.

The old monk took out an ordinary Barrett and shot them one by one, sending them to paradise cleanly.

After the old monk shot another one, Su Qinghong couldn't help asking: "Speaking of which, I have always wanted to ask, you don't practice Buddhist skills, but practice gun fighting and fighting skills. Will the Buddha not blame you for insulting the tranquility of Buddhism?"

"Amitabha, Buddha has no form, so Buddha has the form of sentient beings. Buddha doesn't care whether Buddhist disciples practice Buddhist skills."

The old monk put away the Barrett, and then explained with a smile in plain language.

"To cultivate Buddhism is to cultivate one's original mind. Just like the Buddhist precepts do not allow eating meat, but I still do not mind eating flesh to save the world and save people."

"Like those so-called monks in the secular world, they seem to be vegetarians and chanting Buddha, but in fact they are constantly engaged in business operations and land mergers behind the scenes. What is the use of practicing Buddhism?"

"The precepts are just a way to restrain the moral qualities and thoughts of monks. It is a way to quickly limit the bad nature of human beings, just like cramming education for rapid learning."

"You can't say it's wrong, but it is definitely not suitable for everyone, only for most people."

"The precepts are not the key, and Buddhism is not the key either. The heart is."

"So profound."

Su Qinghong's snow-white fox ears on her head drooped down, full of confusion.

"Master Ruhuo's meaning should be the same as what the ancient monk of Shenzhou said, 'Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart'."

Anthony, the fake foreigner, understood it and acted as if he had suddenly realized something.

At this time, he was holding a small white plate in his left hand and a cup of sweet black tea in his right hand, sipping it comfortably.

It was cloudy this afternoon, and Anthony, as a vampire, felt very comfortable.

If you ignore the college student outfit, he finally looks like an authentic British aristocrat with the Union Jack in old London.

Kashan was as taciturn as always, or he was so socially phobic that he dared not speak.

And Lu Wenwu, a new concept socially phobic who has always been at the forefront of eating melons and watching fun, was also taciturn.

This was mainly because he had been distracted by playing music games on the way, indulging in the improvement of his strength, and had no intention of arguing with my fox brother in the Northeast.

In the distance, a "village" was already in sight.

It seemed that there had been a bloody battle here.

The broken earthen high wall covered with iron sheets was crumbling, and there were shocking cracks all over it.

The dried blood dyed the ground brown, just like the green leaves under the flowers, setting off the eerie skeleton in front of it that was at least ten meters high.

This was the skeleton of a seventh-level deformed being, killed by the first leader of the Giant Bone Gathering Ground.

This was also the origin of the name of this gathering place.

Well. At that time, this place was still called the Giant Bone Shelter.

Before the few people came to the battle-damaged gate of the gathering place, the gatekeeper had already exclaimed in disbelief.

"Oh my God, it's Priest Gu Ying and Old John! And Takeda! Incredible, they actually came back alive and brought back a few outsiders!"

"Fuck, it's true! This old guy and Takeda must have made a fortune this time!"

Both guards were only first-level (C-) evolvers, which were slightly better than ordinary people in the wasteland.

But compared with Gu Ying, a "big man" with dual second-level (C) identities as a priest and evolver, the gap was huge.

Therefore, the two guys who had made a lot of money did not mention Gu Ying at all. They went straight to Old John and the others with a smile, ready to beat them up.

"Ahaha! Isn't this our great archaeologist Old John Hull and his follower Takeda! Congratulations on your wealth!"

The thin and dry Takeda who always liked to keep things quiet was different this time.

He walked forward with a grim smile, casually pulled out a Type 92 Kai from his arms and loaded it skillfully, and pointed it at the forehead of the person who spoke.

"Of course not, look at this old-fashioned pistol in my hand. Does it look like your cheap life that bullies the weak and fears the strong!"

The old monk was kind-hearted.

He gave Takeda and Old John a pistol each, plus a few boxes of bullets as a reward.

He had a lot of these things in his backpack, and they were not expensive.

Old John also took out a Type 92 Kai calmly and loaded it with a click.

"Calm down, calm down, man!"

The evolver who was pointed at immediately raised his hands and broke out in a cold sweat.

C-level evolvers may not be able to evolve scales and shells, and even if they evolve, they may not be able to evolve in the vital position.

With his current physical defense, a close shot will only result in death by headshot.

"I sincerely congratulate you on your fortune, really!" The evolver said with a smile, "You and Old John are so lucky now, with old-era guns, and you have escaped the previous wave of aberrations, so cool."

Takeda put away the pistol expressionlessly: "You are a thousand-year-old fox, why are you playing Liao Zhai with me? I don't know what you are like?"

Su Qinghong's fox ears under the hat moved, and she asked curiously: "Do you have Liao Zhai and fox fairies here?"

"Hey, sister Hong, I don't know what Liao Zhai is, and I haven't seen a fox." Takeda smiled awkwardly, "I only know that this is a common saying, I don't know when I learned it."

"Oh"

The Northeastern fox girl instantly lost interest in this topic.

The three men in the team looked at each other and read some information from each other's eyes.

If there is a book "Liao Zhai" here, combined with the Chinese language they speak, will this be another blue planet?

A blue planet where a nuclear war broke out?

But what about those so-called gods?

Do they really exist, or are they just fantasies created by the wastelanders in despair?

Lu Wenwu, who felt that this place was meaningless, was too lazy to argue with these guys who looked at people and served them dishes. He immediately circulated his blood and released his own strength.

The strong pressure knocked the two guards and the people who were watching the excitement not far away to the ground.

Even a third-level (C+ level) evolver hiding in the dark was no exception.

There was no vulgar plot in which Lu Wenwu and his group were forced to pretend to be slapped in the face because of coveting beauty and being overwhelmed by the second brother.

In the end-of-the-world wasteland, strength is justice, and power brings freedom.

As long as you are strong enough, you can use Zhao Gao's locking skill [Calling a Stag a Horse] as many times as you want.

The frightened third-level evolver politely asked Lu Wenwu and others about their purpose, and respectfully led them to the residence of the leader of the gathering place.

The fifth brother's powerful fist was more effective than any words, better than a thousand words.