The life of the Saint Seiya is very hard, and the entire Sanctuary has not even had electricity until now, and the lighting still relies on oil lamps and candles. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info And even if it's an oil lamp and candle, not everyone can use it, at least the miscellaneous soldiers don't have this qualification...... Aside from the patrols, which are given torches, their only lighting at night is the moon.

That's probably the price of sticking to tradition.

Dismask brought a bucket of water, and used the moonlight to clean the temple of the goddess attentively, and even the cracks of the masonry were carefully wiped with a rag to ensure that no trace of dust was left.

He washed his hands and face with the last bit of water, then knelt in front of the statue of the goddess Athena with a reverent face, and began to close his eyes and pray. The moonlight sprinkled on his body, reflecting a faint shadow, which made this bad give birth to a sense of sacredness.

In the shadows in the corner of the hall, several teenagers about the same age as Dismusk opened their mouths one by one, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Yingluo's thick eyebrows and big eyes No. 1 were also among them, and he said with a frightened face: "That...... Is that guy really Dismask? When did he become ......? So religious?"

A red-haired boy continued, "Aeolia, be quiet. Look at it with peace of mind, the more powerful ones are still to come!"

Aeoria was shocked: "Is there anything more powerful?"

"Of course, you see, here it is!"

Everyone turned their eyes back to Dismask, and saw a line of tears sliding down his face, endless remorse covering his immature face.

The corners of Aioria's mouth twitched, and her heart said that it was okay for you to come to clean the goddess temple in the middle of the night, and you still cried to the goddess, and you just cried so much, are you especially worthy of the bad name of the first in your holy area?

A young man with his eyes closed stood up, clasped his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Good and good, it is really gratifying for the prodigal son of the disx to turn back." I will chant a thousand times and pray for him. As he spoke, he turned his steps and walked out of the temple.

Syllable!

A hand was pressed on his shoulder, and the red-haired boy said with a smile: "Shajia, it's up to you whether you chant the sutra or not, but do you settle the bet before you leave?" ”

Shajia, who closed his eyes, turned pale: "Lord Miro, the Buddha once said: Gambling is not right!"

The red-haired Miro snorted coldly: "I'm sorry, we believe in the goddess, and that bald fat man with a head full of bags is not the same system as us." ”

"When is the so-called retribution for injustice, you have to forgive people and spare people!"

"Fuck you! Why didn't you say that when you won? Miro put strength on his hand, and said angrily: "If you are caught by us, you still want to run?" Regarding the kung fu in your hands, it's not who we are targeting, all of you are weak chickens!"

Miro has been talented since he was a child, his fingers are thin and long, not to mention, his strength is very strong, and the last time the toilet in the dormitory was blocked, it was this thing that was stabbed open with a finger.

Thinking that the finger that had stabbed the toilet was on his shoulder at this moment, Saga shivered violently, trembling like sifting chaff, and hurriedly said: "Don't be angry, Lord Miro, I'll give, can't you give it?"

"Hey, I can't be so honest a long time ago. Miro said proudly, and then stretched out his hand: "Bring it quickly!"

Saga reluctantly took out a hard piece of stuff from the cloth bag on his waist, no matter how you look at it, it is the kind of anti-human food that Dismask gave to Yingluo. The only difference is that it's been sun-dried, and at first glance it looks like a biscuit with a strange shape.

Miro's saliva flowed, and he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth, clicking like eating some peerless delicacy, and the scum was squirting everywhere.

A guy with red phoenix eyes took a few steps back, slapped himself and said, "It's dirty! Miro, be careful!"

Miro rolled his eyes: "Ka Miao, you are a real thing, don't think that you can lose the bet in this way!"

Ka Miao snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "I don't care to do such a dirty thing as a debt, and then!" As soon as the words fell, a 'cookie' was thrown out.

Miro copied it, but this time he didn't rush to eat, but carefully put it back in the bag around his waist. He said to the others with a happy face: "Come on, come on, brothers, I am willing to lose the bet." Everyone learns from Ka Miao, just a little bit!"

In a sigh of relief, several biscuits were thrown over. Miro hurriedly took it by his side, laughed and said: "Accept, concede! This gamble is fun to win or lose, if you want to turn the tables, Miro can teach at any time!"

"Hey, dead gambler!"

"Big gambling hurts my body, the ancients don't deceive me!"

"I've lost more than a dozen graces with you. ”

The so-called grace is something that circulates within these post-fighter fighters. In fact, it is just drying the daily supplies. Because the moisture is removed, the greasy taste is not so heavy, and there is a crispy texture. Although the taste is just as anti-human, it is already a rare delicacy for these back-up fighters.

Since it is dried by the sun, this thing is called "the gift of the sun", or simply grace. One grace is a piece, because of the presence of Miro, a gambler, it has slowly become a common currency circulated among the fighters.

Now that the winner of the gambling game has been decided, of course these guys will not stay and continue to spy on Dismask, they are in a group of three or five, hooking up their shoulders and walking towards the dormitory of the fighters.

Aioria was still struggling with winning or losing: "Hey, Miro, how did you know that Dismask would come to clean the temple of the goddess?"

Miro was in a good mood today, and he blurted out without thinking about it: "Hey, wasn't it urgent to urinate at night that day, and the toilet happened to be blocked again." We thought that there was no one here in the Goddess Palace, so we were ready to come over for convenience......"

"Damn, you're actually peeing in the temple of the goddess!"

"Hey, let's be outside the temple, okay!" Miro said disdainfully: "Besides, the holy area is an acre of three points of land, which mountain is not convenient for us, it is all the way, what are you pretending to be high." ”

As soon as these words came out, even Ka Miao, who had a habit of cleanliness, looked up at the sky: "Ah, the sun is so cool tonight." ”

Aioria ignored the stubble and continued to ask, "So, you found out about Dismask?"

"Yes!"

"It's weird. Speaking of which, in the last two months or so, Dismask has not seen anyone during the day, and always comes back in the middle of the night, what do you think he is doing?" said Aeoria worriedly.

Sakya also added: "And the dis donor has also consulted with him about the Dharma, mainly about ordination. ”

Ka Miao also said coldly: "Once, I saw him learning carving. ”

It's normal for a bad person to disappear inexplicably, but what's the deal with discussing the Dharma and learning carving?

After a while, Miro said with a big grin: "No matter what he does, that kind of crane tail, let's let him do it with one hand! By the way, it's going to be a competition in March soon, are you interested in gambling and seeing how many places Dismusk can win this time?"

When everyone heard this, they all showed a look of contempt: "Cut, you are stupid for us." Everyone knows that guy is at the bottom. If we are to be the last to take him, will you dare to take this plate?"

"Of course I ......" Miro straightened his chest, and then quickly deflated: "Don't dare!"

Knowing that he would lose the gamble, the fool jumped in.

The teenagers booed, but Miro looked like he was enjoying it.

When they arrived at the door of the dormitory, everyone went back to their rooms, but only Saga stopped Miro, with a serious face.

Miro plucked his ears with his little thumb and said with a ruffian face: "What's the matter, I can't afford to lose?"

Shaga shook his head and folded his hands in a salute: "Lord Miro, can you pat me on the right shoulder?"

Miro was stunned: "Are you going to touch porcelain?"

Sha Jia continued to shake his head, and said with a bitter gourd face: "Donor, you see, the little monk has your handprint on his left shoulder, but his right shoulder is empty. The Buddha once said: Symmetry is king! Please be merciful and pat the little monk on the right shoulder. ”

The corners of Miro's mouth twitched, and he turned around and left: "You're so sick!"

"Alas, Lord Miro, Lord Miro, don't go, give the little monk a while, or the little monk won't be able to sleep at night......"

……

The moon rises higher and higher, and the sanctuary ceases to be noisy during the day, replaced by silent night.

The blue-haired boy knelt in front of the goddess and prayed in a low voice: "O merciful goddess Athena, I have realized my mistakes, and I will change my mind and be a new person in the future!

"Chirp!"

Yingluo sneezed, rolled over and continued to sleep.