Another task prompt has appeared.

Bell tower, drum tower, Tianwang Hall, Sutra Repository, monks' quarters, and refectory. Li Ang led the group to roughly scan the Guhan Temple, but no spiritual energy reactions were visible in any corner.

Li Ang deactivated his Cat's Eyes, restored his mental strength, returned to the central courtyard in front of the main gate, and calmly said to the others, "I didn't find the source of the crying, but the crying sound is likely not an ordinary person pretending to be a ghost.

This temple was most likely abandoned for special reasons. We need to be prepared to deal with ghosts and monsters."

Wanli Fengdao frowned. "How do you know?"

Xing Hechou didn't speak, he had the same question.

"Observe carefully, speculate boldly, and argue cautiously."

Li Ang said in a rather annoying tone, "From the area of the monks' quarters, the number of beds, the number of bowls and chopsticks in the refectory, and the number of straw mats and quilts, we can tell that Guhan Temple was at least a large temple with two hundred monks before it fell into disrepair.

In ancient times, monks studied Buddhist scriptures and could not produce all day like the common people in the countryside. They mainly relied on four things to maintain the temple's economic income.

First, rely on royal rewards of land for self-cultivation.

Second, reclaim wasteland, print paper, and rely on our own efforts.

Third, devout men and women, wealthy merchants, and tycoons donate money or surrounding land.

Fourth, rely on farming income and donations from believers to carry out financial lending activities—yes, lending.

This Guhan Temple is located in a remote area, with only a medium-sized city in the distance and poor road conditions. It doesn't look like it's near the capital and can receive royal favor.

Although wasteland has been reclaimed on both sides of Guhan Temple, the area is quite small, and the land output cannot support this temple with hundreds of monks. Similarly, the output of printing Buddhist scriptures is insignificant compared to the temple.

The village we saw in the east just now, the houses are still mud-brick houses, the common farmers are still dressed in rags, but there are so many oxen in the fields, and the production equipment is much more luxurious than the farmers of the same era.

Therefore, it can be concluded that the economic source of Guhan Temple was mainly donations from devout men and women, and donations from wealthy merchants and tycoons.

Guhan Temple, which was operating well, also set up a 'Chang Sheng Ku' (Longevity Vault), which was specially used to store wealth and carry out financial lending.

Combining the slightly luxurious number of oxen in that village, we can even speculate that the thousands of acres of fertile land seen by the drone were all formed after this Guhan Temple carried out land annexation to form monastic fields!"

When he was first teleported, Li Ang hadn't given any constructive opinions. Instead, he stood aside, slacking off and talking nonsense, partly to observe the actions of the veteran players who seemed to have official backgrounds,

and also because Xing Hechou did a good job in easing the atmosphere and forming a temporary team according to the Special Affairs Bureau's action guide. Li Ang was happy to slack off.

Now that he heard the nameless crying and couldn't find the source of the crying, Li Ang, who felt a vague threat, began to actively analyze the intelligence, so as not to lead this group of teammates into the ditch.

Wanli Fengdao opened his mouth, not knowing what to say—he didn't think he was stupid, but he definitely couldn't deduce the original appearance of things with just two or three pieces of information.

He frowned and asked, "What does the fact that Guhan Temple used to be in good operating condition have to do with us surviving here for seven days?"

Li Ang chuckled, "Of course it does. Just imagine, a luxurious temple with two hundred monks, countless devout men and women, and thousands of acres of fertile land, how could it have been abandoned so tragically in just three years?

By the way, this '3 years' of abandonment time is what I inferred from the growth of ivy and other vines on the red brick wall."

Wanli Fengdao didn't like this kind of link that tested his IQ very much. He looked at Li Ang sideways, "Can you stop hiding it and just tell me the conclusion?"

"Hehehe."

Li Ang didn't get angry with Wanli Fengdao, and said with a smile, "There are many possible reasons.

A war came and caused these monks to flee in panic? That's impossible, because the plain villages are peaceful and there are no traces of war.

The imperial court is dissatisfied with the Buddhist sect that does not engage in production, and the emperor destroys Buddhism? That's also impossible, because the monks would at least transfer all the temple's artifacts, property, and scriptures before fleeing. Even if the monks didn't move, the government would move them.

Local tyrants united to destroy the entire temple overnight? Not to mention that there are no traces of fire, swords, or soldiers in the Guhan Temple, even if it was destroyed overnight, those common farmers in the countryside below would have secretly climbed up the mountain during these three years and moved all the valuable pots, bowls, tables, chairs, and benches in the Guhan Temple.

After excluding all impossibilities, the only possibility is the truth."

Li Ang's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said quietly, "Three years ago, an extremely serious accident occurred in the Guhan Temple. This accident not only prevented the local devout men and women from worshiping the Buddhist temple,

but also made monks from other regions dare not come here to repair it again,

and even made the poor common people in the countryside, the Buddhist serfs, and even the government stay away from the Guhan Temple, and they didn't even dare to steal the temple's property to subsidize their families."

"The system will not give a task that is bound to die. Since it stipulates that we cannot leave Guhan Temple for more than five hundred meters, it means that the secret to solving all this lies within Guhan Temple.

Figuring out what happened here three years ago will reveal the source of the wailing just now, which is the key to our seven-day survival mission."

Li Ang's analysis was completed. Wanli Fengdao looked dazed, the monk Hui Bing looked admired, Xing Hechou looked at Li Ang thoughtfully, and Liu Wudai still had that expressionless iceberg face.

In fact, Li Ang hadn't said another guess. The woman's arm that stretched out from the plaque, and the resentful crying he heard outside the temple just now, were probably also related to the truth of the incident.

It's a pity that he was the only one present who possessed spiritual consciousness, and after the other party hid, he couldn't find any trace of the spirit body.

I don't know if that spirit body is hostile....

Li Ang's mind raced, but his face was still as calm as water. Xing Hechou hesitated and said, "Brother Li...."

"Don't be," Li Ang glanced at Xing Hechou's face, which was written with uprightness, and twitched his eyes, and said, "Just call me Xiao Li."

"Okay, Xiao Li, can I ask what you do in the real world?"

Although Xing Hechou asked a question, he had no doubt that Li Ang would give answers such as "private detective" or "historian".

"...Actually, I'm a cook." Li Ang sighed and replied seriously, "They call me the youngest special-grade chef in history."

Wanli Fengdao, who claimed to be a post-90s, almost choked on his own saliva, "You are the legendary God of Cooking Liu Angxing? Started looking for the legendary kitchen utensils to fight against the Dark Cooking Society?"

Li Ang said in surprise, "Oh? I didn't expect you to have heard of the legend I left in the martial world."

"Legend my ass?!" Wanli Fengdao's eyes twitched: "Brother, if you don't want to reveal your real-world information, can you change to a better reason?"

"Eh, didn't fool you?" Li Ang was quite disappointed.

"Only a fool would be fooled, right?!" Wanli Fengdao was very speechless. Xing Hechou, the middle-aged man with a Chinese character face next to him, suppressed the urge to wipe his sweat—this middle-aged brother had never watched "Chuka Ichiban!", and almost wrote "Search for young special-grade chefs in the Citizen Database" in his notes.

Li Ang nodded and said, "Actually, I am a robot, a bipedal Chinese Grand Cannon."

Wanli Fengdao's eyes twitched wildly, "The span is so big, jumping from humans to non-humans all of a sudden? And who would remember the Chinese Grand Cannon's 2001梗! I always feel a wretched and lewd aura!"

"Yo, you're complaining very well?"

Li Ang widened his eyes and looked at Wanli Fengdao, "You can actually catch my梗, I didn't expect you to really be a post-90s."

Wanli Fengdao said with narrowed eyes: "I told you, I just look a little mature."

"Well..." Li Ang thought again about what kind of reasonable origin he should make up, "Did you see the mask on my face, actually I am the Monkey King Sun Wukong."

"Sure enough, it's not human at all like the Chinese Grand Cannon." Wanli Fengdao continued to complain.

"Must it be human?" Li Ang nodded, "Agumon."

"That thing doesn't even have a basic human form, right?!" Wanli Fengdao strongly complained: "And the Taiichi who owns Agumon is Japanese, right?"

"Not Japanese Taiichi, but Chinese Donghuang Taiyi."

"Even if you change the nationality, you can't change the fact that you are not human." Wanli Fengdao's expression was quite painful,

Obviously, this Lv3 newbie player who is quite smart but has a brain circuit that is obviously different from ordinary people makes him feel very weak.

Seeing the monk Hui Bing interacting with the two in a call-and-response manner, he had never seen such an interesting scene, and couldn't help but stretch out ten slender jade fingers to cover his mouth and chuckle.

Between the red lips and white teeth, the unintentional outline of charm and beauty made Wanli Fengdao feel a chill all over his body.

"It's okay, Xiao Li, you don't have to answer if you don't want to,"

Xing Hechou broke the awkward situation, "I just asked casually, the most important issue at the moment is to complete the task."

It is definitely a good thing to have a smart person in the team who can analyze information, but Xing Hechou, who came from the Special Affairs Bureau, did not intend to hand over the command of the team so easily.

After all, he is the highest-level Lv6 in the team, and he also has the action guide compiled and sorted by the think tank. Xing Hechou still has some confidence in dealing with critical situations.

"I suggest that tonight, we first light a fire in the temple courtyard, and everyone should stay around the fire and not act alone, and take turns keeping watch tonight. Search the temple again tomorrow."

Xing Hechou said: "Xiao Li, what do you think?"

"I think it's ok."

Li Ang nodded and glanced at the setting sun in the distance, "There is still some time before dark, and I estimate that more changes will happen after nightfall. Before dark, we'd better collect some items as much as possible.

If Lao Xing doesn't mind, I suggest that you, the highest level, and this monk Hui Bing go to the Sutra Repository to find the Buddhist scriptures on the cabinets.

If the monk Hui Bing is professional enough, he should be able to judge the dynasty of this plot mission by the cutoff year of all the Buddhist scriptures.

If the monk Hui Bing does not recognize any Buddhist scriptures, it can still prove that the background of this plot mission is not ancient China, but a fictional other world.

By the way, remember to pack those scriptures and bring them to this courtyard after you collect the Buddhist scriptures. Those scriptures may also be extraordinary items."

The monk Hui Bing nodded, "This monk grew up in a Buddhist temple since he was a child, and is familiar with scriptures, so it is not a big problem to distinguish the age."

"It's best if that's the case." Li Ang looked at Wanli Fengdao and Liu Wudai: "The entire temple is empty, and the most likely clue is in the abbot's meditation room in this temple. I want to search his personal belongings in the abbot's meditation room, and it's best to find an account book related to the temple's money transactions.

It's just that my level is relatively low, and it's not safe to act alone. Which of you two will accompany me?"

"I'll go." Liu Wudai said expressionlessly.

Wanli Fengdao was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and said anxiously, "Hey, what do I do?"

Li Ang curled his lips, "Collect firewood and light a fire in the courtyard."

"I'm also Lv5 anyway, you want me to make a fire?" Wanli Fengdao looked at Li Ang, who was still two levels behind him, and said unconvincedly: "And doesn't the split action in horror movies mean being defeated one by one?"

Li Ang smiled and said, "The mission we received is to survive for seven consecutive days. Generally speaking, the degree of danger will gradually increase during these seven days, and the first few days may be the safest instead.

After all, you are a Lv5 player, and your self-protection ability is among the best in the entire team, so it's no big problem to let you act alone.

I'm relieved to let you handle things."

After saying that, Li Ang ignored Wanli Fengdao standing on the spot, turned his head and went straight to the abbot's meditation room, Liu Wudai, who was wearing a night suit and carrying a dark compound bow, followed closely behind him.

Xing Hechou patted Wanli Fengdao on the shoulder and rushed to the vault with the monk Hui Bing.

After all four teammates left, Wanli Fengdao, who was standing in place, came back to his senses, glanced at the deep and silent courtyard, sucked his teeth, picked up the fallen branches in the courtyard with one hand holding a long sword, and muttered in his mouth,

"Just a Lv3...."