"Thank you, Zen Master." Jiang Baimian breathed a sigh of relief, took Shang Jianyao and others to find a place to sit cross-legged.

Finding medical institutions through "Crystal Awareness Teaching" is much more reliable than they come forward by themselves or use the company's intelligence network.

As the sun sets westward, four monks carry out the body of the old monk.

His head has been processed and no longer looks ferocious and solemn. His body surface is covered with a faint golden color.

The four monks placed the chief's body in front of the iron black monster tower, then scattered around and recited the Buddha's name.

Looking at the corpse sitting cross-legged, the monks in the square whispered Buddhist scriptures:

"The Pure Land is pure and solemn, without all sufferings, without all difficulties, without evil realms, without demons, and without four seasons, day and night, cold and heat, rain and drought..."

In the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures in the old world, Long Yuehong instinctively prepared to lower his head and express his respect.

During this process, his eyes swept across the chief's body and his face.

He found that the face with golden and solemn appearance was left with an indescribable and unsolute pain.

The moment he jumped off the building and landed, physiological pain overwhelmed the crystal consciousness? Long Yuehong just flashed this thought and told himself in horror that he could not think about it anymore.

There are countless monks in this square who know how to "his heart"!

After a simple ceremony, the four monks next to the iron black monster tower stepped forward again, opened the heavy "tower gate" and carried the chief's body in.

It was not until this time that Jiang Baimian recognized that this was not a pagoda, it was obviously an incineration pagoda!

Seeing the monks around her respect for the Buddha, she felt that the incineration tower was also a tower, and it was no essentially different from the tower of iron and steelmaking. She could also enjoy the treatment of "Futu".

Bang!

The gate of the incineration tower was closed and the chief disappeared completely in this world.

When the ceremony of returning to the silence ended, Jiang Baimian found Janaga again and asked thoughtfully:

“Is the chief good at ‘prophecy’ too?”

Janaga stood up in front of his body with one hand and turned the rosary with the other hand.

He was silent for a few seconds and said:

"right."
Chapter completed!