Cultivating From Obtaining Experience Chapter 188

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   "Well, why did you bring a person back here?"

  Fang Yingqi and Chen Jian were a little surprised when they saw Wang An coming back alone. They were even more surprised when they saw the person Wang An was carrying.

   "Yan Qing?!" Chen Jian yelled out, and rushed to Wang An in a few steps, staring straight at Yan Qing who had died in Wang An's hand.

   "Look carefully, is it him?" Wang Andao.

  Wang An always felt that what happened just now was too smooth, and this Yan Qing's reaction was a bit abnormal.

  He was able to escape directly from southern Yunnan to Bagan, and then prepared so many "surprises" for Wang An along the way, so cautious, how could he suddenly look down on life and death, meet him directly, and don't run away, is he thinking that he can kill himself with the help of those two people and his guards outside? This is really inconsistent with his previous performance.

  It's a pity that the veritaserum they were carrying was broken in the car when they were attacked last time, so they couldn't find out the truth.

  After hearing this, Chen Jian looked carefully at his eyes, nose, ears, eyes, and even Yan Qing's mouth, and carefully looked inside.

   "No problem, this is Yan Qing!"

   "Why did you open his mouth?" Fang Yingqi asked curiously.

   "He has a repaired tooth on the upper left and a carious tooth extracted."

   "Hiss, you have collected enough information."

  After thinking on the spot for a while, Chen Jianyou began to take off his pants.

   "Hey, what are you doing?"

   "It is said that there is a black spot on his right leg, which seems to be seventy-two."

   "Seventy-two black spots, isn't that Liu Bang?" Fang Yingqi was taken aback after hearing this.

   It is rumored that Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, "has seventy-two moles on his left thigh" and also said that he has "seventy-two black spots", which are regarded as the appearance of an emperor.

  Chen Jian took off Yan Qing's pants, and found a large black spot on his right leg.

   "Hey, there really are!" Chen Jian said. He only thought it was a rumor, but he didn't expect it to be true.

  Wang An glanced at the black spot, then squatted down and tried it, and pressed it.

   "This black spot may not be born, it was added later."

  When he was learning massage with Zhao Zhiyuan, he accidentally talked about some moles on the human body, how to judge whether they are benign or malignant, and he also saw some during the massage.

   I once met a person who had a special mole on his back. At that time, Zhao Zhiyuan suggested that the person go to the hospital for a look, and it would be best to get rid of the mole. At that time, he casually mentioned that the current technology can not only remove these moles, but can even plant moles on Renduo's body, similar to tattoos.

  At that time, Wang An still didn't understand, who would "plant" this kind of thing on himself in his spare time, and now he sees it.

   "I clicked on it later, why did he do this, no, the rumor I heard was that Yan Qing had it when he was born."

   "What other characteristics does he have?" Wang An continued to ask, he now suspects that Yan Qing in front of him is a fake.

   "I think about it, yes, it is rumored that he was bitten by a white fish when he was bathing in the river when he was a child, and he must have left a wound on his body."

  Chen Jian stripped off Yan Qing's clothes as he spoke, and found a wound on his back, which seemed to be bitten by something.

   "How old was he when he was bitten?" Fang Yingqi asked looking at the wound.

   "Well, it seems to be six or seven years old."

   "No, this wound will not last more than five years."

"Sure?"

   "I'm sure, I've done an autopsy for a while, and I'm still sure about this kind of scars." Fang Ying said strangely.

   "Then this is not Yan Qing, that is a substitute." Wang An recalled the conversation with this "Yan Qing" just now.

   "The chess piece is involuntary. Is this a hint? Imply to myself that he is just a puppet being manipulated, so where is the real Yan Qing?"

  The three fell into a brief silence.

   "I knew it was impossible for this guy to die so easily. Using a double, or such a double, is exactly the same as the real thing!?" Chen Jian said.

   "Then where will he go and hide?"

  Although the area of ​​Bagan is far smaller than that of the empire, it is very easy to hide a few people without being found.

   "Perhaps he is no longer in Bagan at this time." Fang Ying wondered.

   "Then where will he go?"

   "According to what I know about him, he is probably still in Bagan, but in a place that none of us can think of." Chen Jiandao.

   "An unexpected place?"

   In this way, the search for Yan Qing encountered temporary difficulties. There is no need to go to the remaining residences. The three of them first found a place to live and discuss the next course of action.

   "He is definitely not alone in Bagan. We can find his family first, maybe his family knows where he is." Chen Jiandao.

   "His family flew to Northern Europe the day after arriving in Bagan." Fang Yingqi said, this is the news he got from the empire, "He is well prepared."

   "Who is the most well-informed person in Bagan? Ask him."

"good."

   After coming to Bagan, he traveled all the way, trekking all the way, killing all the way, and now stopped, Wang An quietly looked at the surrounding mountains and rivers.

  The scenery of Bagan is actually good, and it is different from the places Wang An has been to.

  Believe in Buddhism here, you can see Buddhist temples in many places, big or small, and their shape and style are different from those of the empire.

  Wang An saw a Buddhist temple and thought about it, so he chatted with the two people, then got up and went to the temple. The outer courtyard wall of this Buddhist temple is very low. Wang An entered the main hall, and there were monks chanting scriptures inside.

  He looked at the tall Buddha statue, but did not bow down.

  The monks in the temple looked up at him and continued to chant. The old monk sitting at the top opened his eyes and looked at him thoughtfully.

  Wang An also ignored them, wandering around the hall alone. Unexpectedly, the old monk came to him, speaking the language of the empire, very fluent.

   "The donor is from the empire?"

   "Well, monks too?" Wang An was a little surprised.

   "The poor monk went to the empire to study Buddhism in the early years, and stayed in Faxing Temple for fifteen years." The old monk said.

   "Faxing Temple, is the monk going to learn Buddhism or Buddhist Kung Fu?"

   "Dharma, by the way, I learned some kung fu." The old monk said with a smile.

   "The monk is honest."

   "The benefactor seemed to have something on his mind when he came in, and the benefactor was extremely murderous, but he came to ask for help?"

   "Help? You, or him?" Wang An smiled and looked at the old monk in front of him, and then looked up at the statue of Buddha not far away. "He can't help me, and you probably can't help it."

   "Amitabha." Hearing Wang An's words, the old monk looked at him in surprise, and he stared at Wang An carefully for a while. "It turns out that the donor has the appearance of a diamond."

   "King Kong? Buddhist King Kong?"

   "Exactly." The old monk nodded, and Wang An smiled upon hearing this.

   "Will the monk still meet?"

   "Thousands of people have thousands of appearances, but I see the Buddha nature in the donor."

   "Buddha nature, the monk just said that I have a murderous look?"

   "When the Buddha is angry, he also roars like a lion. Bodhisattvas have a compassionate heart and thunderous methods."

   "Well, what you say makes sense. What's the difference between the Buddha in Bagan and the Buddha in the empire?" Wang Andao, he came here purely because he wanted to come and have a look. Since the monk wants to talk to him about Buddhism, let's talk.

  “The Buddhas in the world are not different, they are all the same.”

   "Do you practice Mahayana Buddhism or Hinayana Buddhism?"

   "It's just two melons on a vine. The poor monk practices Mahayana Buddhism." The old monk said.

   "The monk doesn't need to accompany me anymore, I just look around and leave in a while."

   "The murderous aura of the benefactor has not disappeared, but you want to continue?" The old monk did not leave.

   "I was looking for someone, and I stopped when I found him, but now he doesn't know where he fled to." Wang An thought for a while and said.

   "The person the benefactor is looking for is from the southern part of the empire, and his status is not ordinary?"

   "Well, how did the monk know?" Now it was Wang An's turn to be surprised.

   "As expected." The old monk thought. "Recently, a few people went to the southwestern part of Eastern Shanxi, and they came from the southern part of the empire."

   "How did the monk know?" Wang An stared at the old monk, and he felt more and more that the old monk was unusual.

   "My disciple happened to see it."

   "Thank you monk." Wang Andao said, this is a surprise.

   "Amitabha, I told the benefactors what they are doing. I have harmed them. The poor monk's Buddhist practice is not enough, and he has not seen it through."

  Wang An came out of the temple and found the two people who were still resting.

   "Have you found the person who inquired about the news? Check Dongshan."

   "Well, where did you hear the news?"

   "The old monk in the temple." Wang An pointed to the temple not far away.

   "Old monk, where did he get the news?" Chen Jian asked almost subconsciously.

   "His disciple saw it, so he quickly thought of a way to determine the specific location." Wang Andao.

   "Wait a minute, I've already contacted the empire, and they are using the network of contacts here to investigate, and there should be results soon." Fang Ying said strangely.

  While waiting, Wang An also tasted the local delicacies for a while. He has been on the road for the past two days, looking for people, but he didn't sit down and have a good meal. The food is very distinctive, but in Wang An's opinion, it is not very delicious, mainly because he is not used to the taste here.

  The news didn't come quickly, it didn't come until night.

   It is true that there were traces of imperial travelers in Eastern Shan State three days ago. Their whereabouts are very hidden, but no matter how hidden their whereabouts are, they will leave traces. After all, cars need to be refueled, and people need to eat, especially they are more particular about food.

  After getting the news, they continued on their way and headed straight for Dongshan. The car was speeding all the way, and it was getting dark. They didn't even take a break, and took turns driving until they arrived at the source of the news, a county town in Dongshan.

  The next day, Fang Yingqi found a way to find the local gangsters, asked them for information, and after paying a certain amount of money, he learned that there was indeed a convoy passing by here a few days ago, heading southwest.

  The news matched, and they headed southwest again.

  While driving the car in the workshop, Fang Yingqi used the tablet he carried with him to search the nearby terrain through the satellite map, looking for a place that meets Yan Qing's living requirements.

   "There is a mountain here that is not very famous, but the translated name is Longshan."

   "Longshan? I remember his residence in southern Yunnan is called Fulongshan, right?"

"right."

   "That's it!"

  The car stopped more than ten kilometers away from the mountain, and Wang An went up the mountain alone.

  This mountain is not so majestic from a distance, but it is quite beautiful. There is a small village at the foot of the mountain. There are not many people here, but there are still daily necessities for life.

  There is a river in front of the mountain. The river is not very wide, but only 20 meters long.

  A road leads into the mountain, and not far into the mountain, there is an iron fence blocking it, which is marked with "Military Control, No Entry".

  Wang An did not take the usual route into the mountain. When he was heading up the mountain from the woods, he saw several guard posts blocking the way into the mountain, and the guards were relatively tight.

  He bypassed those guard posts, and saw a villa on the upper part of the mountain, and the security measures around it were very strict. Someone is constantly patrolling.

  Wang An approached slowly and cautiously, then suddenly increased his speed, and after shaking twice, he arrived outside the villa.

   "Who?!" Someone yelled, and then that person fell to the ground.

  A glass in the villa shattered, and Wang An came into the villa.

  In the living room of the villa, he saw an old man in his fifties, who was very surprised when he saw Wang An.

"Who are you?!"

   When Wang An saw his lips, he wanted to call out the word "Wang" at first.

  The old man stretched his hands to the back of his waist, and there were two guns stuck in his waist. Wang An was even faster, and he stepped up to his side. He raised his hand and punched him. It was as straight as a gun and pierced the opponent's chest. The opponent's chest immediately sank and hit the wall.

   Hiss, the sharp sound of breaking wind sounded from behind. He dodged in a hurry, turned around and saw a man in Taoist robes, a sword in his hand was dancing fast, and the light was shining like lightning.

  Where the sword light passed, there was a click, the solid wooden table was cut in half, and a deep crack appeared on the wall.

  This man's sword is astonishingly fast. Most people don't even talk about reacting, and they can't even see the opponent's movements clearly. His sword is fast enough, but his movement seems to be a little slower than the sword in his hand. The sword always arrives before the body.

  Wang An's speed was a bit faster than him. This was the first time he met someone with such a fast speed. The sword in the opponent's hand even posed the slightest threat to him.

  In the spacious living room, the sword light passed, everything was split into two, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror.

  In the narrow space, Wang An's speed also reached the extreme, and the role of walking bricks and cylinders was brought into play at this moment.

   This long sword is fast, but it is still not fast enough. There is still a gap between the connections of the sword moves, and there is a gap if there is a gap.

  Wang An saw the right timing, and when he slashed out with a sword, he suddenly made a move before the power of the next move was generated. The strength in his body exploded in an instant, and the speed of the move was faster than that of the Taoist sword. He hit the shoulder blade of his right arm with a click, smashed his shoulder blade, and sent him flying.

   While he was still in mid-air, she approached him, slapped him on the stomach, and raised her hand to tap his neck. The Taoist slammed into the wall, collapsed, and then fell silent.

  Wang An looked up and looked upstairs, and he heard there were still people above.

  At this time, security personnel rushed in from outside. As soon as one came in, one flew out, flying straight seven or eight meters away, and lost breath after landing, and the people behind who wanted to rush up were stunned.

   Taking advantage of this gap, Wang An went upstairs, and saw a man in his thirties with gauze wrapped around his face, and he looked handsome, but his eyes were particularly bright, and he was holding an ancient sword in his hand.

   When looking at a person, first look at the eyes. Wang An felt that he had seen this person somewhere when he looked at those eyes.

   "Yan Qing!"

   "Wang An!"

  (end of this chapter)

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