The monastery was built in a narrow valley with forests from north to south.

The height of the valleys on both sides, estimated at an altitude of about 300 meters, is considered a high mountain for Siberia, which is dominated by plains.

Looking over from Ringer's point of view, the other side of the canyon, that is, to the west, is misty with snow and fog, and you can't see through the end, and you don't know how long this canyon is.

"There is a monastery in this place, which is more remote than the mountain temple."

Ringer spoke Chinese, and Shabonny couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Please, don't talk about the devil anymore, it's good that Father Mohan has drawn us a map, otherwise how would we have found such a place."

"That's right, it's a fucking good place to practice, the walls are all pink, and the inside is like a bunker."

What Ringer didn't know was that monasteries were generally remote, especially in the environment he was in now.

A small number of Christians who were firmly committed to religion left society to live a hermit life on the fringes of a desolate and formidable civilization, and monasteries were born.

The monastery practitioners are called monks, or nuns.

The monks professed the renunciation of the world, and the monasteries were mostly established in deserted places at first, by clearing forests and reclaiming virgin lands.

The St. Virgen Convent in Gorsk is such a place.

On the east side of the valley, on the way to Ringer, they passed a market called Lang Koat, and the distance from the monastery was clear, and in the absence of rain or snow, the carriage took more than an hour and a half each way.

"It's good, the police just know that we are hiding here, I'm afraid they won't come,"

Shabonny said reassuringly.

"Let's see if the monastery takes it in or not, Mr. Shabonny, Father Mohan said that the abbot of the monastery was not a good talker, and he also said that this monastery has oddities, so we better be careful."

Shabonny had a slight sense of humor: "What is weird, what is weird, this is a monastery for ladies, beautiful women like to go to the monastery to practice, it's strange if it's not weird, half a bone, what do you think?" '

The half-bones appear to be asleep.

Shabonny made a helpless antic.

"Demons can sleep, too, strange!"

The Bone Demon opened his eyes and looked at him.

Shabonny immediately smiled: "You're meditating, I'm sorry to disturb your contemplation, go ahead." ”

The bone demon closed his eyes again.

Drive!

Ringer whipped his horse, and the poor old horse, when it was about to be bought by the rich man, and a miserable life awaited him, might die of exhaustion on the snowy road.

The sleigh finally arrived at the door of the monastery.

The color of the walls was even more bright red when seen up close, as strong as the walls, high and thick, and Ringer could not understand why the walls of a monastery were so strong.

The door of the monastery, Ringer was even more suspicious, and outside the wooden door, there was a layer of iron sheet, which Ringer couldn't understand.

The monastery, like the church in the village of Shoigu, has a small window next to the gate, a lookout window.

Shabonny went up and pounded on the door, and after a few pounds, the small window revealed a man's face, a weathered old face.

"Who are you looking for?"

Ringer handed over the letter of introduction.

After the old man accepted the letter, he closed the small window: "Wait." ”

Ringer and Shabonny waited outside for a long time, and it was about half an hour before the door was slowly opened, and the old man was a little hunched on his back, and his hair was all white.

"I'll take you to the dean."

After closing the door, he said.

When you enter the monastery, the first thing that catches your eye is a stone statue riding a horse, full of armor, holding a shield in his left hand and a spear in his right hand.

Past the statue, through the winding cloisters, arcades, stone pathways, marble auditoriums, boulevards, and several strange-looking houses, stables, dormitories, the old man led Ringer and Shabonny to the dean's office.

As for the half bone, it was inconvenient to come in, and when he was at the door, he would hide and find a place to cultivate by himself.

Old man: "Dean, man, brought it." “

Ringer looked at the dean sitting in an ornate chair at the back of the office.

This is an arrogant old witch!

The woman in front of her, wearing a black nun hat on her head, has a pair of eyes that are very fierce, like the eyes of a bobcat when it preys on rabbits, her lips are very thick, but there is no blood, dry and tight, like a snail cover in water.

"The letter, I read it, and to be honest, I'm embarrassed."

The Dean spoke.

Her voice, like the sound of a fire tong scraping the bottom of a pot, was particularly unpleasant.

"Thank you, Madam Dean."

The dean's eyes widened, and he stood up, the loose muscles on his face tensed: "Do I look very old?" “

The old man reminded: "Rasputin, the dean is not married yet, you can't call it a lady, either the dean or a miss." “

Ringer wanted to throw up, but he had to endure it, nodded and said, "Yes, Dean." “

"We are a convent here, and we don't accept male friars, how did Mohan manage to recommend male friars."

As soon as Ringer wanted to say what he had in mind, he said, "For the sake of your sympathy, Mohan is my old friend, so let's do it, it's the snow season, you can stay here for a while, but you have to work, what do you think?" “

Ringer was overjoyed, this courtyard did not seem to be as difficult to serve as Mohan said, and was about to say thank you, when the dean said, "We are just short of two handymen here, last month, two left, you can go on top." “

Ringer understands that handymen are handymen who do odd jobs, and that is acceptable.

Shabonny had an extra heart: "Dean, can you be specific?" “

"Of course, you are mainly responsible for cleaning the toilet, emptying the toilet, brushing the toilet, cleaning the horse ring, and donkey ring."

Ringer was furious: 'Excuse me, Dean, can we do something else?' “

The dean squinted at him, "If you want to do something else, go somewhere else."