Perhaps due to the influence of my profession, my nose is more sensitive than the average person. I smelled an astringent fragrance on the beads.

To be honest, there are only two possibilities for this taste, one is the special body fluids of men, and the other is the smell of insects.

I wouldn't pervert thinking that this was the lama who dipped his bodily fluids on the beads. On the contrary, the second possibility is a bit more likely.

I placed the beads on the stone table again and looked at them carefully. There were eighteen beads in total, and nine of them had a great taste, and I aimed at one of them and rolled it with my fingers.

It had an extremely tiny hole in it, and I guess only a needle could get in. I don't have anything to do with it, but that doesn't mean I can't do anything about it.

I chose to forcibly destroy it and slammed it with my fist a few times.

The power of my fist is not very strong, this Buddha bead is not broken, but it is affected by an external force, and there is a click, and it cracks in the center.

It's not broken, because the rips are flush. And at the moment of cracking, a translucent insect fell out of it.

It's like the pupa of some kind of poisonous insect, and it's like some kind of parasite. It also has the ability to eject, and after two uncomfortable squirming strokes, it swoops out to my head.

I caught off guard, and I felt a sharp pain in my head. I was sweating with fear, and I couldn't imagine what would happen if I really got into it.

I reached out and scratched hard at the door of my head. Originally, this method had no effect, but unexpectedly, the young chrysalis desperately drilled out, and after falling on the stone table, it died straight.

I was pleasantly surprised and thought of my own poisonous blood, it must have been powerful. In addition, when I looked at the beads, my thoughts were confused.

This is a sacred relic of Buddhism, how can there be such an evil thing in the holy relics in the Thelea Hinayana Temple? Or did the lama deliberately raise young pupae in the beads?

Based on the information available to the moment, I cannot draw accurate conclusions. I think this bead is a scourge and should not be left in the world.

I quickly bit my finger and dripped blood on the other eight Buddha beads with a strong smell of insects.

I chose a tricky position, all facing the small hole in the pinhole, and when I was done, I sucked my finger again to stop the bleeding.

I didn't have time to pay attention to the situation in the courtyard when a moan came from inside.

I turned my head to look and saw that the curtains were drawn on the windows of the house. I said to myself, is there someone in there who is sick and lying in bed to recuperate?

I cautiously leaned towards the window. The curtains were not so dead, and there was a big gap in one corner. I looked inside.

In addition to the bookcase, there was also a large bed with two bald brains on it, hugging each other and dangling around.

It's like a big thunder in my head, and my heart says I'm obedient, this is like a sick person? It's clearly a foundation. There are a group of big men in this temple, and they can't bear the loneliness.

But as they observed, the two men changed positions. I saw that one of them had a very large chest, not like a pectoral muscle. I realized again, it was a woman.

I was a little confused, but when I looked back, I was sure that this was the place where the Theravada monastery was practiced, and I was not wrong.

I wanted to break into the house and scold this man and woman for being scum, how could I do such a foolish thing on such an occasion.

I thought I wasn't moving, and suddenly the woman in the room seemed to sense something, turned her head to look at the curtain and howled at a shrill voice.

I could clearly see that her eyes were red, almost like blood.

I was so frightened that my legs went limp, and I just thought that the situation was wrong and ran away. I turned and ran towards the courtyard wall.

I climbed the wall with ease, and swished up. But in my hurry, I forgot that I was wearing a big robe, and when it was time to jump down, I hunched over, stepped on the robe with one foot, and stepped forward with one foot.

As you can imagine, I fluttered my hands and fell hard.

Come to think of it, I've had similar experiences before, and I've learned from them. So this time, just before I landed, I adjusted my position and didn't fall too badly.

I stood up, picked a direction, and ran.

There are many small yards here, and there is a fight with the alley, I drilled around, but I was not chased by anyone.

When I left the practice ground, a person walked in front of me. I knew him, the one who brought us into the temple.

He kept looking at me, and I couldn't help but say hello to him, so I went over with my head.

He first asked me, "Donor, how did you get here?" ”

I quickly calculated in my heart, but I couldn't find any excuses, so I had to laugh and say that I was just walking by the way.

The lama seemed to think of something, and there was something in his words to me, "Donor, Lao Wang is crazy, don't believe his words too much." ”

Who is the king in my heart? Is the old king next door? But then I thought of one person, the fat man we lived with.

I guess the fat old man wants to get the Buddha beads, and it's not a day or two, and almost everyone in this temple knows about it. And the lama in front of me may think that I am running errands for Lao Wang and looking for someone to buy Buddhist beads.

So I sold the king according to this. The lama didn't want to talk to me more, so after a few more words, he strode away.

I haven't calmed down yet, and I don't wander around anymore, I want to go back to my residence to find the iron donkey first.

I went back the way I came, but the iron donkey had not returned, and only the fat old king was still resting in the house.

I wanted to ask him about the beads again, but of course, I wouldn't say anything first, especially about the insects hidden inside. But I had just started and didn't ask deeply, when a monk walked in from outside.

I don't even know if it's appropriate to call her a monk. She was wearing a lama dress and a lama hat, but her chest was deliberately exposed, and the spring color of white flowers appeared.

The fat old king looked straight on the spot. And I noticed that there was a newly stained blood spot on the female monk's lama robe.

This must be my blood, in other words, this female monk should be the one who cheated on the courtyard just now. I don't have the lust of Lao Wang, and I am still vigilant in my heart.

The female monk holds a plate with three meals on it. I looked at the time, it was noon, and it was indeed time for dinner.

In addition to delivering food, the female monk also flirted with us. She is quite good at hooking up with people, especially the charm between her eyebrows, so she doesn't mention it.

The fat old king's breath was heavy, but I was still unmoved, and after she put down the dinner plate, she turned around and left.

The fat old king watched the female monk go away. I have a question, why does this female monk dare to walk around in the Theravada monastery so blatantly?

I asked Lao Wang. He explained to me that there is a saying of double cultivation in Hinayana monasteries, and that senior lamas often need female companions or monks to communicate and communicate with each other in order to attain enlightenment.

I've heard a little about double cultivation. The fat old king also deliberately made a gesture, saying that this is the Buddha of Joy.

Lao Wang is already obese, and when he does this, he always feels that he is not like a happy Buddha, but more like a cute pig doing yoga.

The food delivered this time was very fragrant, and now the smell is spreading all over the house. I was hungry and beckoned Lao Wang to eat first.

Three meals, each containing a meal, a dish, and a soup. I opened the soup box first and sniffed it.

It's okay to smell the rice from a distance, but smelling the soup so closely, I faintly feel that there is a sweet smell in it.

I was sensitive and thought of aphrodisiacs. In fact, the ingredients of aphrodisiac drugs and ecstasy drugs are not too similar, and the amount of some ingredients in aphrodisiac drugs is large, especially the proportion of ether is more, and it becomes a drug.

I was worried that I would get into big trouble after drinking this soup, so I hesitated.

The fat old man didn't see anything, and drank the soup in one sip. He also kept praising and even saying that it was delicious.

I saw that the fat old king was stupid, and decided not to drink the soup, and tried to figure out some ways to get the soup out.

I don't have any emetics on hand, but with cigarettes, as long as I mix the soot into the water, it will also have an emetic effect. I couldn't eat anymore, so I poured all the rice into the dish so that I could make a bowl.

I took the bowl outside to smoke. I was afraid that the soup would not be good in Lao Wang's stomach for a long time, so I smoked two cigarettes in a row, and I smoked quickly.

When I looked at the cigarette ash in the bowl, I was a little confused, which is a sign of drunken smoking.

At this time, the iron donkey also returned. I see that he is sweating, I don't know why he came?

When the iron donkey saw me, he walked straight to me, pointed to the bowl with the ashes, and asked what was the matter?

I didn't have time to explain to him, so I went to the house first, but I didn't expect that the fat old Wang, a fool, would drink all my soup while I was away.

When I entered the house with the iron donkey, he was holding the soup box high in the air, letting the last drop of soup flow into his mouth.

He also preemptively explained, saying that he didn't eat or drink soup when he saw me, and he didn't want to waste it, so he did it for me.