Chapter 18 Fuzzy

The fat man even stopped breathing for a moment. After all, no one dared to imagine encountering such a thing only a few hours after entering the mission. "These people...are these people all ghosts?"

As the video progressed, their conversation with those "merchants" also came to an end. The two bid farewell and left, but the moment the camera turned, Jiang Cheng suddenly froze. He seemed to have discovered something.

Jiang Cheng paused the video and dragged the progress bar back bit by bit. The moment the picture froze, Jiang Cheng's head buzzed.

In the instant of turning around, the camera swept past his side. It was the fat man's position. Half of the fat man's face exposed in the lens was also blurred.

At this moment, the fat man was also standing beside him watching.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The fat man's expression was strange, and his eyes widened a little bit. Just as he turned his head, seemingly about to express something to Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng jumped up and kicked him in the chest with lightning speed. Caught off guard, the fat man didn't even let out an "ouch" before being kicked to the ground.

Having succeeded, Jiang Cheng turned around and ran.

The moment he rushed out of the courtyard gate, he ran into several monks head-on. The leader was Monk Huide, whom he had just met. Huide looked at him, a little surprised, "What's wrong, benefactor?"

"Nothing, just strolling around."

Jiang Cheng's heart was beating fast, and his head was full of questions, but he still pretended to be calm and treated Huide as if nothing had happened. There was probably more to this so-called Chijie Temple than met the eye.

Originally, Jiang Cheng wanted to dismiss these monks with a few words, and then quickly find the real fat man and the rest of his teammates, but unexpectedly, Monk Huide seemed to have seen something and asked where his friend had gone.

Jiang Cheng casually replied that he was having a good chat with the team of saviors, and they asked him to stay longer.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a monk with a mole on his cheek beside Huide said in surprise, "Benefactor, look who that is?"

The monk was looking in the direction he had come from. Jiang Cheng turned his head and saw "the fat man" not far away, covering his chest and walking over with a painful expression.

Huide noticed that something was wrong with the fat man and asked with his hands clasped together, "Benefactor, what's wrong?"

"It's...it's nothing, I just didn't pay attention and fell." The fat man explained, "I'll be fine after a rest."

"That's good. We still need to find Junior Brother Huicong to cultivate merits later, so we won't disturb the two benefactors any further." Monk Huide bowed and left with the other monks.

Now, only Jiang Cheng and "the fat man" were left on the scene. The two stared at each other, and finally the fat man spoke first, "Doctor, I don't know what's going on, but...I'm really the real one."

After this disturbance, Jiang Cheng was also a little unsure. After all, if "the fat man" had used some tricks just now, he wouldn't have been able to escape at all. Then, he asked the fat man to stand still, while he himself retreated 5 meters. One of them stood outside the courtyard, and the other stayed inside the courtyard.

After opening the distance, Jiang Cheng took out his mobile phone and quickly took a photo of the fat man in the courtyard. It was still the same as before, with a blurred face.

But this time, Jiang Cheng turned the camera again and took a photo of himself. After seeing the photo, he couldn't help frowning. That's right, his face was also blurred.

He waved to call the fat man over and showed him the photo. Both of them were a little unsure, "What's going on?" The fat man said with a bitter face, his chest still aching, "Also, Doctor, you kicked too hard. It's only because I'm in good shape. If it were Yao Shunyu or Li Bai, I'd probably be carried away."

Ignoring the fat man's complaints, Jiang Cheng was still thinking about the photo. He stared at the mobile phone in his hand, "It seems this is some kind of restriction. In this mission, we can't use mobile phones to judge whether it's a person or a ghost."

"So, the team that saved us isn't a ghost, right?" The fat man's mood improved a little.

"That's not necessarily true. Since there is such a restriction, there must be a reason for it. I think that team definitely has a problem. Maybe the ghost isn't mixed in with us, but hidden among them," Jiang Cheng said.

The fat man took out his mobile phone and looked around, "I have an idea. Why don't we...take pictures of other people to try?"

"Okay," Jiang Cheng nodded.

The temple was full of monks. Jiang Cheng and the fat man squatted down to several groups of monks, but without exception, all of them had blurred faces.

"Phew—" Putting down his mobile phone and slowly moving his stiff wrist, the fat man exhaled a long breath, "It seems that's really the case. The camera function of the mobile phone can't be used here."

Just as the two were wondering where to find clues, suddenly, a burst of "hehehe" laughter came from behind. The two turned around and saw a slovenly monk smiling foolishly at them.

The fat man remembered him. He was the silly monk he had seen in the refectory. If he remembered correctly, his Dharma name was Huicong.

"Master Huicong, what's wrong?" Jiang Cheng didn't neglect him because he was foolish. On the contrary, he was even more polite. In the martial world, these strange people were the most to be careful of.

Huicong was hanging two strings of snot and beckoned to the two of them in a very mysterious manner, "Hey, come, come quickly, treasure...I have a treasure to show you."

After the two approached, Monk Huicong wiped his snot with his sleeve as if nothing had happened, then looked around in a decent manner, lowered his voice and smiled, "Hey, hehe, you...you come, do your senior brothers know?"

"They don't know," Jiang Cheng said.

After receiving a definite answer, the smile on Monk Huicong's face became even more exaggerated, "That's...that's good. I can only...only show these treasures to you."

As he spoke, Monk Huicong squatted down and mysteriously took out several paper figures from his tattered sleeves and laid them on the ground. It would be too much to call them paper figures. In fact, they were just a few human figures torn from paper by hand. There were a total of eight paper figures, of different sizes, and the edges were handled quite roughly.

However, strangely, such simple paper figures could immediately remind people of the old people's team. Each paper figure could correspond to one of them.

There were no marks on the paper figures. It was an unspeakable resemblance.

"These are...the people in the west wing?" The fat man looked at the paper figures with some surprise, then looked up at the foolish monk.

Monk Huicong didn't respond, still smiling foolishly, his face full of a strange expectation, and he kept gesturing at the paper figures with his hands, "Quick, you...you quick!"

"Quick what?" Jiang Cheng asked, "Master Huicong, what do you want to tell us?"

At this moment, a loud voice came from a distance, "Junior Brother Huicong, your senior brothers have been looking for you!"

Looking in the direction of the voice, they saw Monk Huide and his party walking towards them. Monk Huicong's face suddenly changed, and he immediately grabbed the paper figures on the ground and stuffed them into his mouth.