Lying quietly on the humble wooden bed in the squatter room, I looked at the ceiling with an incandescent lamp hanging with my eyes open, thinking about my thoughts with mixed feelings.

Although I was preoccupied, the tiredness of the day had disappeared. When I regained my strength, I felt hungry and gurgling.

I rolled over and sat up, pulling out a bag of bread and a bag of vacuum-packed phoenix feet from my travel bag. Just as I was about to open it, my eyes glanced at a Buddha statue pasted on the wall, and my heart was stunned, and then I remembered that I was already in the temple. Master Huiming's admonition immediately echoed in my ears, and I hesitated for a long time before I ruthlessly stuffed the bag of phoenix claws back into my travel bag.

As for the bag of bread, I couldn't resist the temptation. Although I said that I would not eat at noon, I couldn't help but open it because I was hungry and had a dull pain in my stomach. Smelling the fragrance of the bread, I gave myself a reason: bread is vegetarian and is not considered a transgression in the monastery! Although I have not followed the Buddhist rule of not eating at noon, after all, I have not officially become a layman, and I am not considered a Buddhist disciple.

In the blink of an eye, only a few crumbs remained in the bread bag. Although I still feel hungry, after all, after eating something, my mental state has recovered a lot.

It was then that I began to look at the humble squatter room, which contained nothing but an incandescent lamp hanging from the ceiling, a wooden table in front of the bed, a bamboo chair, and a footbasin and thermos behind the door.

On that table, there was an incense burner and a pair of candles that were about to burn out. At the bottom of the incense burner, a layer of incense ash and a circle of ashes left behind after the mosquito coil burned out were scattered. On the wall painted with snow-white lime powder, a painting of Buddhism is posted. It's just that this painting is very strange, the image of the Buddha on the painting is weird, and it is very different from the Buddha statues I usually see.

There was a sharp itch in his back, and a buzzing sound came from his ears at the same time. Under the incandescent light, I was stunned, I didn't expect the mosquitoes in this mountain area to be so big and scary.

That's when I noticed that it was getting dark. It was very hot in the small room, and the super mosquitoes that buzzed and swooped down on my body from time to time made me feel even more upset, and bursts of sweat ran down my forehead and back, making me feel very uncomfortable.

I rummaged through the table and was pleasantly surprised to find two more circles of mosquito coils inside. After lighting the mosquito coils, due to the small space, the effect was seen after a while, and those damn mosquitoes were gone.

I took off my T-shirt and trousers, and I suddenly felt much cooler. I remembered that Zen Master Huiming had said that there was a mountain spring in the backyard of the squatter house, and there was an automatic water heater offered to the temple by pilgrims on the side, and I suddenly came to my senses.

After throwing my clothes into the basin, wearing only a pair of briefs, I pulled the door open a crack, poked my head out halfway, and peeked around secretly.

The monastery was so quiet, only a few of the long rows of squatters were still lit, and no noise could be heard, and no one was walking outside. I was impressed that on such a hot day, there was no air conditioning, no fan, and no television in the dormitory, except for an incandescent lamp.

I took out the towel and toothpaste toothbrush from my bag, and looked at the folded clean clothes, and I hesitated. I'm lazy by nature, and I never washed my own clothes at home before, but after I fled, I couldn't learn how to do laundry. If you are lazy, you steal, which is almost an inertia that I don't despise myself.

Looking around again, except for the few lights and the sound of insects chirping from time to time in the mountains, it was still so peaceful and quiet. In addition to the monks, there are also a few female laymen I have seen in this monastery, but it seems that everyone is cultivating their self-cultivation with peace of mind, and no one should come out. Driven by this fluke mentality, I was even more lazy, so I decided to quietly go to the mountain spring with only my pants on, so as not to wash more clothes.

With an empty thermos in one hand and a basin full of dirty laundry in the other, I crept out of the room. After gently closing the door, I stood on tiptoe, trying not to make a sound, and walked down the long corridor of the dormitory to the backyard.

As I passed by the lighted squatters, I tried to see what kind of people lived in them and what they were doing. However, the papier-mâché pasted on the window prevented me from peeping, and I couldn't even hear any sound coming from inside.

Walking through the hallway, turning through the semicircular door, the eyes suddenly opened up. Although it was already night, the faint light from the squatter room where the other row of monks lived on the opposite side still made everything in front of him faintly visible.

This so-called backyard is actually an undeveloped mountain recess. The steep mountain walls were overgrown with tall weeds, swaying slightly in the night breeze. I suddenly felt a chill rise out of me, and in this strange place, an inexplicable sense of fear seized my heart, and I always felt that there was something terrible hidden in the shaking grass.

Standing nervously for a while, I kept cheering myself up: don't be afraid, this is the place where the Buddha stays, how can any demons and monsters dare to do anything in this holy place of Buddhism?

It worked, and I felt a lot calmer. Following the sound of shreddling water, I could see a pool of concrete in front of me. The half-split bamboos are connected and the spring water from the mountain is connected to the pool. There was also a bamboo tube on the edge of the pool, and the mountain spring overflowed from it, quietly flowing at my feet, and disappeared somewhere.

The mountain breeze blowing from above the pool made me feel very cool and refreshed. I hurried to the edge of the basin, threw aside the clothes from the basin, scooped a basin of water from it, and poured it on my head.

It's so refreshing, it's really indescribable, although it still feels a little too cold. After a few basins of water, the pent-up heat on my body was completely gone, so I picked up the clothes on the ground, put them in the basin, scooped up some mountain spring water, and soaked the clothes in it.

Only then did I notice a simple point of light under the grass hut not far away, and a red point of light stood out in the night. This is probably the automatic water heater that Master Huiming said! I carried the thermos and walked over to the red dot.

Sure enough, it was an electric water heater, and after unscrewing the water tap, I soaked in a pot of boiling water, and I walked back to the pool with a hot water bottle. Refreshed, I really wanted to smoke a cigarette at this time. Suddenly I thought that I only wore a pair of pants and sneaked here, where did I get the cigarettes and lighters? I was secretly amused in my heart, and I thought of what Zen Master Huiming said, smoking is forbidden in the temple, which is disrespectful to the Buddha and Bodhisattva.

Enduring the torment of smoking addiction, looking at the pool of clear and cold mountain spring water in front of me, I couldn't help but take a sip to quench my thirst. When I leaned down and was about to put my hands together to pluck water, I was stunned.

A figure appeared in the pool, and from the position and posture of the figure, I was almost sure that it was my reflection. However, I felt that the reflection was not me, and it felt strange and familiar.

After being stunned for a while, I suddenly remembered that the reflection that looked very much like me was actually the same immovable king I saw in the Longquan Tower last time, exuding black qi and entangled in dark blue giant snakes.

I was horrified and let out a scream. Someone suddenly tapped me on the shoulder, and I was even more scared and fell to the ground.

But that sense of horror immediately turned into a sense of amazement as I fell to the ground and saw everything in front of me.

A graceful and bewitching young woman was standing in front of me with a smile on her face. In the night, she looks so sexy and charming in a white nightdress.

The young woman seemed to be barely in her twenties, her jet-black hair hanging down to her waist and swaying gently in the slight mountain breeze. On that white face, a pair of beautiful big eyes and Xiao Qi's firm nose looked delicate and charming.

"Senior brother, I haven't slept so late, I didn't scare you when I ran here to take a shower, right? I'm so sorry! ", the woman on the other side whispered delicately.

She calls me Senior Brother? It took me a moment to realize. She must have been a female monk in this Pudu Monastery, and mistakenly thought that I was also a monk who came here to cultivate. In the chats in the Buddhist group, I learned that lay people greet each other by the title of senior brother or senior brother and sister.

Although I was almost naked, I didn't look particularly embarrassed by the cover of the night. How can I be disgraced in front of this stunning beauty? I quickly replied, "It's okay, how could I be scared?" There may be moss on the ground, I just accidentally slipped a little! ”

The stunning beauty tilted her head and smiled, "Really? Then how did I hear you screaming? ”

Alas, today's girls just don't have to be forgiving. But I couldn't think of any good reason to explain it at once, so I could only smile awkwardly.

The stunning beauty bent down gracefully, her hair hanging down to her chest, covering her face. She took my hand and whispered, "Senior brother, have you been taking a shower for too long?" The mountain spring water here is so cold, don't try to be happy and get sick. Look at you, the masculinity of men has washed you away, and your hands are even colder than mine! Senior brother, don't you stand up and plan to lie on the ground all the time? I can't pull you! ”

I hurriedly supported the ground with one hand, pulled the stunning beauty with the other, and stood up from the ground with one bone. I don't know if it was because I pulled it, but it seemed that her feet slipped and fell into my arms.