I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Watson was busy until late at night, waiting for the last batch of consultation patients who came after get off work to leave before finally resting.

Even though he had experienced the feedback from the Secret Transmission of Moth and Blade, and his physical strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, he still felt a little tired after these two consecutive days of intense work... His energy was still not as good as the inner training of the sect. A long-held secret believer.

But the lucky and unfortunate thing is that it is precisely because his endurance is not enough to support the high-intensity work for six consecutive days, or because he has not yet fully gained the trust of the cult... Every night, other believers are always He would disappear silently into the dormitory building and go to a secret gathering place to do so-called night overtime work.

However, Watson has not shown any eagerness to know about the affairs of the Order. He is now playing the role of an ordinary person who has just come into contact with the power of secret transmission. He is studying all the time on how to speed up the progress of deciphering the scriptures of the heart and obtain deeper levels as soon as possible. The power of secret transmission.

The heart is the principle of longevity and continuity, and it also contains elements such as movement and dance.

Compared with the three secret transmissions of moth, blade and cup, the way of practicing the principles of the heart is easier and simpler.

All things in the world are in motion all the time, and the cells of the human body are also in constant motion. As long as the esoteric apprentices who practice the principles of the heart are still alive and breathing, they can gradually decipher the scriptures of the heart, but this progress will appear obvious. Some are too slow... but intense movement can also speed up the process of deciphering the scriptures.

So Watson worked diligently during the day, and would run around the hospital after work, using his own weight to exercise in the dormitory room... But even so, the progress of decrypting the scriptures of the heart inside the soul body was quite slow, secreting blood from time to time. A trace of extremely weak vitality can only barely restore the muscles that were sore and swollen during the day. If he hadn't also possessed the second-level moth's secret transmission and had an amazing physique, his daily increase in energy would not be able to keep up with the consumption. speed.

"Why are my secret texts decrypted so slowly?" Watson asked as he munched on a baked potato.

Clovette cut open the half-cooked fried egg, dipped it in white bread and put it in her mouth, "Well... this is normal. Everyone has to go through at least a month of hard work to fully decipher the secret of thunder."

"Is there any way to speed it up?"

"It is true, but Mr. John, you have just joined the cult and you are not yet exposed to these things."

"Is it your 'overtime work' every night?"

"Hey! Mr. John, how do you know that we work overtime every night?! We obviously only set out late at night after everyone is asleep."

"Oh, I couldn't sleep last night and wanted to chat with you, but I kept knocking on the door and there was no answer from you, so I guess you guys went out for the night." Watson had already finished eating and stood up, ready to put the bowl and knife and fork away. Go to the communal sink.

"...It's not what a good child should do to disturb other people's sleep." Clovette said with a straight face as if she were preaching like an adult, but in an instant she couldn't help but smile, "Next time, next time John, if you are still bored, you can come and play with me. How about we go to the Holborn restaurant again? I think the cream of mushroom soup looks delicious. We didn't have it last time. ”

Watson seemed a little sullen, "Crowett, the cream of mushroom soup you were talking about...could it be the mushroom soup that was poured on my head?"

"Haha, yes, John, do you think that mushroom soup tastes good too?" Crowett seemed to remember the funny look of John's head being drenched with white soup that day, and couldn't help laughing. she

Putting down the dinner basin, he took Watson's arm and said coquettishly, "How about we try it next time, okay?"

"I'm sorry, I can rest on Sunday tomorrow... But Clovette, you have to continue to be on duty at the triage desk tomorrow. It seems that I won't be able to fulfill your wish for cream of mushroom soup."

Clovette said angrily: "What?! I'll go find Marina later and ask her to rearrange the duty schedule. Clovette will also have a day off tomorrow!"

"Hahaha, I don't believe that Ms. Marina will agree to your request for leave. When I was carrying the patient to their clinic during the day, I heard her say that you had already used up your vacation time this month last time, and I can't let you go all the time. It’s not fair to other church members to ask for leave.”

"Hmph, I don't believe that Marina can be as cold-blooded as John said. She usually likes me very much. As long as I mention it to her when I work overtime tonight, she will definitely give me a break tomorrow."

"What on earth are you working overtime at night, Clovette? Is it some secret activity that I'm not qualified to know about?"

"Uh... John, please don't ask. Mr. Winfrey has specifically told Clowett not to talk nonsense. If he finds out later, he will scold me again." Clowett was jumping ahead. He was walking on the ground and suddenly looked back.

"Let me guess, did you go out of the city last night, and went to a dark, humid place with poor air circulation...a deep mountain cave that has not been visited for a long time, right?"

"Eh! John, how did you know?!" Crowett asked in surprise, eyes widening, "Did you follow us out last night?!"

"No, it's just that when you came back this morning, I noticed that the steps in front of the hospital were stained with some moss that grows in a light-deprived and oxygen-free environment. Although the soles of your shoes looked very clean, I guess you were in Before I came back, I scraped the soles of my shoes on the street... so there were some traces left outside.”

Watson looked at the stunned Crowett and continued: "But you are really not careful enough to leave such obvious traces. Don't worry, I have already cleaned it for you. Remember to remind you when you work overtime tonight. Nello, pay attention to the concealment of traces, this is not what I taught him before."

"Wow - John, you are so smart!!! No wonder Mr. Nello has always admired you very much and said that as long as you join us, we will explore the secret -" Crowett said and found that she almost said it The truth, he quickly reached out and covered his mouth.

"Haha, this is just basic trace observation. It is the most basic skill on the battlefield. A soldier who cannot judge the weight of baggage by the depth of the wheels is not a good commander."

"Great, great!" Crowett applauded, but then she said something irritating, "John, when you said this... it looked like that kind of market. Like the uncles and aunts who show off how fat and strong their sows are, giving birth to twelve piglets in one litter, they have an indescribable sense of pretentiousness."

"You!!!" Watson seemed to have been exposed, and raised his palm in anger.

"Hahaha, I'm right, John, you look really similar." Crowett ran away with a playful smile.

Watson did not catch up, but watched silently as Clovette quickly ran back upstairs.

But he was thinking in his heart: "Judging from Nello's tired look this morning, they must have encountered some obstacles in their actions last night... Maybe they will come over to seek my help in the next few days. "

But Nello came faster than he thought. Just when he finished washing and was about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the dormitory door.

The person who came was none other than Nello Bacchus, who was wearing work clothes. He was carrying a sharp-edged cloth bag in his hand, and it was obvious that a firearm was hidden inside.

"Chief Watson, are you free tonight? Our operation needs your help."