Vol 2 Chapter 22: Morning bell

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For the "Old Tune Team", the name Qiao Chu not only represents a military exoskeleton device, but also symbolizes the weakness and powerlessness of the past.
That was the first time they encountered a dangerous situation where they could not fight back, and they barely got rid of control by relying on various encounters.
Whenever something goes wrong in the middle, they may be ruined.
Therefore, even a person like Long Yuehong who doesn't hold any grudges, thinks of Qiao Chu, will also hate it.
"Yes." Jiang Baimian nodded, "That wolf may also belong to the'out of control of charm' situation, but it is not certain whether this is the price it paid for awakening or the ability acquired by distortion."
"Like the nightmare horse and ghost cat before." Bai Chen was equally impressed by Xiao Chong's "pet".
Jiang Baimian said with an "um":
"Forget it, we don't have time or need to join in the fun, just go back and sell a piece of information to the guild, hoping to help those hunters who have accepted the task."
"This can also raise a little material for replacing the robotic arm and exoskeleton device." Long Yuehong felt that the idea of ​​selling intelligence was great.
Jiang Baimian responded with a smile:
"Actually, with the information we have, we really have to take out all of it and replace the robotic arm and exoskeleton device with ease. The company can't spare us."
Between the jokes, Shang Jian Yao came back from the shower and changed to Long Yuehong.
Because of the exhaustion of the journey, they did not wait until the lights in the living area of ​​Yecao City went to bed by themselves and lay in the darkness.
As if in the quiet flowing slowly, Jiang Baimian on the lower bunk suddenly sighed:
"I hope this trip to Prime City will have a good result."
Shang Jianyao at the upper shop responded:
"I'm counting the first few people in the city owe us a big meal:
"Bai Xiao, Lin Tong and their team, Odick, Han Wanghuo..."
Jiang Baimian decided to close his eyes and pretend that he was asleep.
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At 7 o'clock the next day, the sky was already bright, and the whole city was awakened again.
Walking on South Street, Long Yuehong glanced at each side and said in surprise:
"Why haven't many breakfast shops opened?"
He remembers the last time he came, although it was winter, there were also many shops selling breakfast here. The business was good, and even hot. After all, most of the relic hunters didn’t have a home here, they just rented for a short time and couldn’t help themselves. To cook, you can only buy it on the street.
That kind of dry and rough but cheap enough Wowotou with 1 cass and 1 cup of warm water is their favorite.
But today, except for three or four breakfast shops doing business, the rest are closed.
And even those that sell breakfast, the business can only be said to be average.
If the streets are deserted and there are few pedestrians, this situation is understandable, but Long Yuehong glanced at it and saw a large number of relic hunters in tattered clothing gathered in the central square, as if waiting for something.
Bai Chen was also a little puzzled:
"As usual this season, breakfast business is very good."
The relic hunters in the surrounding area will gather in the Weed City.
Shang Jianyao looked at the central square, looking eager to try:
"There may be fun to watch."
"Well, go and see." Jiang Baimian didn't rush to eat breakfast either.
They walked along the street where only two cars could run side by side, stepping on green or gray stone bricks, and walked towards the central square between four and five-story buildings with cornices.
Before they really got close, they heard the "dang" bell ringing.
The bells echoed in the early morning in the wild grass city, long and ethereal, as if it could wash everyone's soul.
when!
when!
The bell rang twice again, and relic hunters and local residents from South Street rushed to the central square.
Among them, most of them hold lunch boxes and large bowls of various materials and styles.
Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen became more confused.
Shang Jian Yao quickened his pace and entered the large army.
Soon, they arrived at the central square, and what was tangy was the complex smell that will inevitably be when there are too many people.
You know, many relic hunters often don't take a bath for two or three weeks, and they have developed a habit in this regard.
After all, with the exception of places such as Yecaocheng and Hongshiji, which occupy relatively abundant water resources, many settlements are in a state where they have to use polluted water sources to maintain their survival from time to time.
It is precisely because of this that, within many forces, the "Water Resources Protection Committee" or similar institutions have a high status.
After getting used to the environment here, Long Yuehong smelled the scent of rice porridge.
At this time, a voice with an obvious sense of electronic synthesis resounded throughout the square:
"Donors, please line up."
Shang Jian Yao's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly:
"Which Zen Master?"
No one cares about him.
The vast majority of people in the central square seemed to have enough experience, and it didn't take long to line up a long and neat line.
The team circled the square a few times, allowing Jiang Baimian and others to see the situation where the sound was coming from.
At the junction of the municipal square and the building where the library is located, a gray-white water tower stands proudly.
Under the water tower, there is a wooden frame and a big iron black clock hung.
A robot wearing a yellow monk robe and a red robe stood on a wooden platform, pressing the bell mallet in his hand, facing the team, and proclaiming the Buddha's name:
"Nanwu Aguduolu Sanya Sanbodhi, all donors, please listen to the words of the poor monks:
"Everything is empty, consciousness is true, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."
On the side of the wooden table where the mechanical monk teaches the Fa, there are several iron pots supported, and in each pot is not too thin rice porridge.
Near the iron pot, there is a table on which is placed white or yellow steamed buns and stacked middle bowls.
The people who had gathered lined up in an orderly manner, listening to the scriptures, waiting for the human servants of the mechanical monks to scoop themselves a spoonful of porridge and give them two steamed buns.
"Xu Liyan has fulfilled his promise to the'Monk Order'..." Jiang Baimian sighed with comprehension.
That promise was to allow the
Monk’s Order
to send mechanical monks who were less likely to lose control to give lectures in Weed City.
Long Yuehong curiously asked a passerby passing by:
"How often does this happen?"
"Now it is once a month, and it is said that there are two Buddha birthdays every year." The passerby replied quickly.
He didn't want to delay the queue.
At that time, the porridge and steamed buns may be finished.
"What a luxury." Long Yuehong let out a sigh.
Jiang Baimian smiled:
"The monks don't need to eat porridge and eat steamed buns, and the food they get is handled in this way."
When the "old tune group" was speaking, someone at the door of the library was looking at them.
This man is in his early twenties, mixed with a little red river descent, and has more profound facial features. It is Xu Liyan, the lord of Yecao City.
He is wearing a less formal dress today, making himself like an ordinary citizen, but he does not have any clothes with stitch marks, which still makes him look a little different.
Xu Liyan did this because he wanted to visit the four-person team of "Pangu Creatures" with a close attitude.
But before he had time to implement this plan, he found Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian and others on the square.
"This team is powerful and special. It doesn't know what to do when returning to Yecao City. It can only pull the relationship first, so that it can be easy to talk..." Xu Liyan muttered a few words to himself, sorted out his clothes, and gave them to the surrounding people. The bodyguards winked.
At this moment, he saw Shang Jianyao taking out the lunch box from the tactical backpack and hurriedly lined up to the end of the line.
Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen followed closely.
"..." Xu Liyan suddenly wondered if he had admitted the wrong person.
If he hadn't personally experienced it, he would never think that the four people in front of him were any powerful characters when he saw the Qianbai team look like this.
With your abilities, why bother to dispense this kind of free food... Xu Liyan sighed and walked over.
When he got closer, there was a smile on his face.
Before he had time to say hello~EbookFREE.me~ Shang Jianyao had already seen him, and pointed to the position in front of him with surprise, joy and excitement and shouted:
"Here here!"
Xu Liyan was stunned for a second, and moved his steps quite embarrassingly, intervening in a line of gaze.
His bodyguards quietly scattered around, completing the task with due diligence. This includes the two awakened people whom Xu Liyan invited heavily.
"When did you come? Don't look for me." Xu Liyan calmed down and pretended to complain.
Jiang Baimian behind Shang Jianyao laughed first:
"We are just passing by and can't stay for a few days."
"That's it..." Xu Liyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After chatting for a while, as the team continued to move forward, Xu Liyan asked inadvertently:
"What did Uncle Zhao ask you for yesterday?"