Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Sir, This Way Please!

It was probably because that large wave of mutants had already gathered most of the mutants around here.

During the three-day journey, the group only encountered a few scattered ones, and they were quite weak.

The old monk took out an ordinary Barrett, and with one shot for each, cleanly sent them to eternal bliss.

After the old monk executed another one, Su Qinghong couldn’t help but ask: “I’ve been meaning to ask, you don’t cultivate Buddhist cultivation techniques, instead you practice Gun Fighting Skill and Fighting Spirit. Wouldn’t Buddha blame you for disgracing the peace of the Buddhist Sect?”

“Amitabha Buddha, Buddha has no form, hence Buddha manifests in the myriad forms; Buddha doesn’t mind whether disciples of the Buddhist Sect practice its cultivation techniques.”

The old monk put away the Barrett, then explained with a chuckle in layman’s terms.

“The cultivation of Buddhism is about cultivating one’s true heart. Just like the Buddhist precept forbids eating meat, but to save the world and guide people, I still don’t care about eating muscle meat.”

“It’s like those so-called monks in the secular world, seeming to eat vegetarian and recite Buddha’s name, but secretly engaging in commercial operations and land annexation, what’s the point of cultivating Buddhist techniques then?”

“The precepts are merely a way to constrain the moral quality and thoughts of monks, a method to quickly limit human shortcomings, just like cramming education for rapid learning.”

“You cannot say it’s wrong, but surely it’s not suitable for everyone, only for most people.”

“The precepts aren’t the key, nor are Buddhist techniques, it’s the heart that matters.”

“How profound…”

The snow-white fox ears atop Su Qinghong’s head drooped down, filled with bewilderment.

“Master Ruhuo’s meaning is likely similar to what the ancient monk of the Divine Continent said, ’Wine and meat pass through the intestines, leaving Buddha within the heart.’”

Anthony, the fake Western ghost, understood and appeared enlightened.

At this moment, he was holding a small white plate in his left hand and a fragrant cup of sweet tea in his right, sipping leisurely.

This afternoon was cloudy, and as a member of the Blood Race, Anthony felt very comfortable.

If you ignore his student attire, at this moment he actually somewhat resembled a true British noble of Old London under the Union Jack.

Kashan remained silent as usual, or rather, she was so socially afraid she dared not speak.

While Lu Wenwu, who always rushed to watch the drama on the frontline of the new concept of social fear, was equally silent.

This was mainly because he was distracted on the road by playing rhythm games, obsessed with improving his strength, having no interest in bantering with the Northeast Fox Brother.

In the distance, a “village” was already visible.

It seemed to have undergone a blood conflict.

The shaky broken earth-made high wall, covered with iron plates, was on the verge of collapse, filled with ghastly cracks.

Dried blood plasma dyed the earth brown, like green leaves under flowers, setting off the towering skeleton at least ten meters high ahead.

This was the skeleton of a Tier Seven mutant, slain by the first leader of the Giant Bone Gathering Place.

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

Mm… back then it was called the Giant Bone Refuge.

The group hadn’t yet reached the battle-damaged version of the gate when the gatekeepers uttered incredulous cries.

“Oh my heavens, it’s Priest Gu Ying and Old John! And Takeda! It’s unbelievable they actually came back alive, and also brought some outsiders!”

“Whoa, it really is! This old guy and Takeda must have hit it big this time!”

The two guards were only Tier One (C-) Evolvers, stronger than ordinary wastelanders.

But compared to someone like Gu Ying, who has a dual identity as a Tier Two (C) Priest and Evolver “big shot,” the gap was significant.

So, these two, seeing as the regulars often profit from this, didn’t mention Gu Ying and directly headed to Old John and Takeda, preparing to extort them by reliving autumn winds.

“Haha! Isn’t it our great archeologist Old John and his assistant Takeda! Congratulations on getting rich!”

Slim, dried-out Takeda, usually cowed into quietude, changed his tune this time.

He grinned ferociously, stepped forward, and effortlessly pulled out and cocked a modified Type-92 from his chest, pointing it at the forehead of the speaker.

“Exactly, does this old-era pistol in my hand remind you of your pathetic cowardly life, cowering before strength?”

The old monk was kind-hearted.

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

He had a heap of such items in his backpack, nothing valuable.

Old John similarly took out a modified Type-92 and cocked it nonchalantly.

“Calm down, calm down, my friend!”

The Evolver pointed at immediately raised his hands and broke into a cold sweat.

A C- level Evolver might not necessarily evolve scale armor and shells, even if evolved, it might not be just at the vital spots.

With his current fleshly defense, taking a point-blank shot would inevitably result in a deadly headshot.

“I’m truly sincerely congratulating you on becoming wealthy, genuinely!” The Evolver grinned, “You and Old John have had great luck now, with these old-era firearms avoiding clashes with the previous mutant tide, living the dream.”

Takeda emotionlessly pulled back the gun: “A millennia-old fox plays Strange Tales with me, you think I can’t see through your deal?”

Su Qinghong’s fox ears twitched under her hat, curiously asking: “Do you also have Strange Tales and Fox Immortals here?”

“Ahem… Sister Hong, I don’t know what Strange Tales is, nor have I seen a fox.” Takeda gave a sheepish smile, “I only know it’s a saying, somehow picked it up sometime.”

“Oh…”

The Northeast Fox Lady instantly lost interest in the topic.

The three men in the team exchanged glances, reading some information from each other’s eyes.

If there is the book “Strange Tales” here, combined with the Huaxia language they speak, could this be another Blue Star?

A Blue Star… that has undergone nuclear war?

But what about those so-called Divine Spirits?

Are they real, or merely fantasies created out of the wastelander’s despair?

Feeling this place was uninteresting, Lu Wenwu lazily chose not to argue with these opportunistic people, instantly channeling Qi Blood to release his own power.

The strong pressure shoved both guards and nearby spectators to the ground together.

Even a hidden Tier Three (C+ level) Evolver in the shadows wasn’t spared.

No mundane scenario occurred where someone dazzled by beauty lost their reason, forcing Lu Wenwu’s group to show-off face-slapping vengeance.

In this apocalypse wasteland, power is justice, and might brings freedom.

As long as you are strong enough, you can endlessly activate Zhao Gao’s locking skill [Call a Deer a Horse] at will.

The frightened Tier Three Evolver politely inquired about Lu Wenwu and the others’ purpose, respectfully guiding them to the residence of the gathering place leader.

Brother Wu’s vigorous fist was more effective than any words, better than a thousand speeches.