Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Meng An only felt a sudden burst of spiritual power imprisoning his neck in an instant, and he was so overwhelmed that it seemed that his neck would be crushed by the spiritual power in the next moment.

Meng An resisted the panic in his heart, and said with difficulty: "Who is your Excellency?"

"I ask, you answer."

Chu Sen watched the strong and calm young man slowly raise his head, his eyes were so low that it made people palpitate: "You only have three chances to say something."

As soon as the words fell, Meng An only felt that the spiritual power confining his neck was a little heavier, and an involuntary dizziness came from his mind, and Meng An nodded with difficulty.

The chilling man asked coldly, "Do you want to live?"

Because he couldn't breathe, Meng An's face turned livid, and he nodded with difficulty.

Chu Sen, the murderous man, stood up suddenly, stepped in front of Meng An, his eyes flickered fiercely: "Do you know Puli?"

Meng An looked at the murderous man who was close at hand, feeling the pressure, his heart almost stopped beating.

Looking at the faintly visible text on the wall of the ward and the murderous man in front of him who controls his life.

Meng An's heart suddenly surged up like ashes, and he forcibly held back the panic before dying, as if betting everything, staring at the chilling man without retreating, he gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

The four eyes met for a few seconds.

When Meng An couldn't bear the suffocation and was about to pass out, Chu Sen, the murderous man, suddenly laughed.

Smiled extremely disdainfully.

……

Nurse desk.

"Ding……!"

The drowsy nurse on duty suddenly opened her eyes when she heard the beep, and woke up instantly when she saw the flashing indicator light.

The young nurse who quickly entered the state pressed the intercom in front of her and said anxiously: "Patrol staff, attention, there is something wrong with the seventh bed!"

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The Yushui City Special Operations Group was still brightly lit.

Ever since the team was withdrawn from the bamboo house by the river, this office building has never stopped.

Large meeting room.

The Yin-Yang banner was placed in the middle, and many technicians were sorting out the incomplete memory fragments in the Yin-Yang banner.

Nan Huaiqin and Li Yan sat at the front, constantly discussing the next plan.

Ling Lin'er nodded while covering the communicator next to her ear, and said in a low voice beside the sixtieth old man, "Teacher, Meng An has a situation."

Chapter 82 The monk goes down the mountain【Two in one, ask for tickets! 】

Central Plains, Shaoshi Mountain.

This sacred place of Buddhism, known as the ancestral home of Zen, is wide open at the moment, and only a few pilgrims pay homage, which is really deserted.

Now that the Blue Star Buddhism and Taoism are not visible, it is no longer the grand scene of the past.

The golden sun hangs high, illuminating the swaying cigarettes of the magnificent temples.

Back Mountain, the Temple of Discipline.

Several secluded places on Shaoshi Mountain that are not open to the public.

Several young novice monks were holding bamboo and wooden brooms, sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

A young monk with a delicate face and a cinnabar mark between his brows walked slowly on the bluestone path and stepped into the Precept Hall.

The handsome monk has a delicate figure and a face like a crown of jade. When walking, his eyes are slightly closed, holding a string of sandalwood beads in his hand, and his posture is extremely detached.

"Senior brother Guanyi."

Seeing the handsome monk, several sweeping novice monks stopped their movements and put their palms together, their words revealing reverence from the bottom of their hearts.

The delicate and handsome monk who was regarded as the most outstanding of the younger generation nodded slightly, and his voice was extremely gentle and pleasant: "Amitabha."

There was a novice walking forward with his hands folded and his head bowed, beside Guan Yi he said softly: "Senior brother, the first master will wait for a long time."

The handsome monk nodded slightly, followed behind the novice monk, and walked towards the magnificent Buddhist hall not far away.

The Discipline Academy is in charge of the discipline of monks. Compared with other places in the temple, it is more serious.

A burly elderly monk is kneeling in front of the Buddha, closing his eyes and knocking on the wooden fish.

The monk is over seventy years old, his beard and eyebrows are as white as winter snow, and his face looks dusty.

"Head of the hospital, Senior Brother Guanyi has arrived."

The little novice who led the way folded his hands together, bowed his head lowly, turned around and left the Buddhist hall after speaking.

"I met Uncle Xuanyin."

Guan Yi clasped his hands together, and gave a deep salute: "I don't know why my uncle called my disciple so urgently?"

"Boom."

The sound of a wooden fish finally fell, and the old monk who was respected as the head of the Discipline Academy slowly put down the wooden hammer in his hand, closed his eyes and said: "There is news from the mountain, and a disciple needs to be sent down the mountain."

"The abbot has discussed with the heads of the school. The younger disciple Zhong Yuancheng has a fiery temper and is not serious enough. Yun Qi has a soft temper and is not vigorous enough. After much deliberation, the heads of the school think you are the most suitable."

The old monk Xuanyin's voice was soft.

Guan Yi clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly: "Guan Yi takes orders."

Xuanyin nodded slowly: "This time you go down the mountain, you need to be careful, and if you encounter a crisis, you must not fight recklessly."

The young monk was a little puzzled, as if he didn't understand what could make Master Xuanyin, who was used to wind and waves, give such instructions, he hesitated and asked: "But I don't know what the master ordered the disciple to go down the mountain this time?"

Hearing a cold snort from the ancient and rare old monk, his eyes slowly opened, the jet-black pupils shone brightly, and his voice was suddenly cold: "Bai Yu."

The eyes of the young monk with a crown-like face changed slightly, looking at the back of the burly old monk, slightly lost in thought.

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Modu is almost one of the most dazzling cities on this planet.

A young man in a black hoodie stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, quietly looking at the river view and the bustling crowd outside the window.