After breakfast, I used the excuse that the fat man's injury was still incapacitated, and I wanted to stay for another day, but the abbot immediately agreed, and then I was worried about whether the fat man needed to go to the county health center to treat the wound. I hurriedly refused: "No, really no, he has rough skin and thick meat, it's not a big deal, it's just that he's tired and a little frightened, and he still needs to rest." Besides, the ointment you gave is a rare medicine, and it's almost as good as it gets. ”

When the abbot saw that we did not look like seriously wounded people, he stopped insisting. I took the opportunity to say to my abbot: "Master, we have come to Shanhaiguan this time with a mission, to write a paper on the social form of Shanhaiguan. I wonder if it is convenient for you to lend us the literature in the temple to read, so that we can use it as a reference for writing papers. ”

The abbot stroked his beard and replied with a smile: "Of course, there is no problem, and it is an honor for our temple to be able to provide some help to the three of them in their papers." I'll send a disciple to send it later. The two donors have a good rest, and the old man will not bother. With that, he exited the room.

As soon as the fat man saw the abbot go out, he turned to me and said, "I said Lao Hu, who has rough skin and thick meat?" Fat man, I raised it with fine skin and tender meat. Besides, can those two rotten trees that are about to wither scare me? Don't slander and slander me, because I can't eat enough in the past two days, and my heart will be angry. ”

I didn't have enough breakfast, so I lay in bed and closed my eyes to recuperate, hoping to relieve the hunger in my stomach. Hearing the fat man's words, I didn't even open my eyelids: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't describe you as delicate, how can we stay logically." Hurry up and call Staff Officer Yang to study the documents in the temple together, maybe you can find some secrets in the dark room. By the way, let's see if she has anything to eat there. Damn, in the morning I drank a bowl of gruel that could count the grains of rice, and it was no different from drinking water. It's good everywhere in this temple, but it's too hard to eat. ”

The fat man didn't eat enough, and went to find Shirley Yang with a snort. After a while, the two of them returned, and at the same time, the little novice also sent the documents from the temple. There are a lot of documents in the temple, stacked more than a meter high, most of the paper has been yellowed, and the books look dilapidated. But there are also a few that look new, presumably from recent years.

Shirley Young pulled out a book from the bottom of the stack and flipped through it. I noticed that the fat man was sitting sneakily on one side of the bed, with his head bowed, and his face buried in his chest, in a very suspicious manner. Although I don't believe in ghosts and gods, I just experienced the danger in the woods yesterday, and there are too many strange places in this area, and I was afraid that the fat man would collide with something, so I quietly walked over and stood behind the fat man to see what he was doing.

Standing behind the fat man, I noticed that he was shaking very slightly, and every now and then there was a chirping sound. I took a deep breath, grabbed the fat man by the collar, and pulled his head up. The fat man had a half-pulled steamed bun in his mouth and smiled at me. I snatched the steamed bun and stuffed it into my mouth, and said vaguely: "Comrade Wang Kaixuan, you have no spirit of mutual assistance and friendship. made a steamed bun, not only did not give half to his comrades-in-arms, but also hid it and ate it secretly. I'm going to vote to remove you from the post of deputy commander! ”

The fat man knew that he was wrong, and he didn't defend himself, and looked at the half-pulled steamed bun in my hand with a blank eye. I was afraid that he would be very hungry and come up and grab it, so I quickly ate it in three bites, and almost choked me half to death. I swallowed the last bite of steamed bread with great effort and said to the fat man: "You hurry up and recruit from the truth, where did you get this steamed bun, to tell the truth, it is possible for the organization to remember your first offense and retain your position as deputy commander." ”

When the fat man saw that the steamed buns were gone, he was immediately deflated, lay down on the bed, stilted Erlang's legs and said, "Where can the grain hide from the fat man!" I went to look for Yang ginseng just now, and I happened to see steamed steamed buns in the kitchen, so I came along while the monk was not paying attention. ”

"Then you don't fucking take a few more, how can one be enough to eat!" I'm very unhappy with the fat man.

"I wanted to take more, but it was too late, and I was almost discovered." The fat man complained that I had eaten the steamed buns he had taken the risk to get back.

Just when the two of us were arguing about the steamed buns, Shirley Yang suddenly said, "Lao Hu, come and see." "I knew Shirley Young must have found something, and rushed over to look at the literature she was holding. I saw that the document wrote: "This temple was built in Chongzhen X year, funded by the Chen family, and General Chen Tuoyou was responsible for supervising the construction." The construction lasted three months and covered an area of about ten acres. ”

Shirley Yang bit his lower lip and said, "It seems that this Dust Washing Temple has a lot of connections with the Chen family. I don't know if there will be clues about the Chen tomb. ”

Chongzhen x year, this year has been circling in my mind, it seems that there are other things that happened in this year, but I really can't think of it. I shook my head, simply didn't want to, and flipped through the literature with Shrley Young.

After reading for a whole morning, I finally flipped through the literature, and Shirley Yang and I were already dizzy, and the fat man was sleeping in bed with a snoring heart. The literature probably records the names of each abbot and novice since the establishment of the temple and the heavy events that occur in the temple every year, but there is not a single word about the tomb of the Chen family or the dark room.

I kicked the fat man who was sleeping and chirping, and announced: "Tonight, I will lead the team, under the command of Chief of Staff Yang, and once again explore the dark room of the Dust Washing Temple at night!" At this moment the bell for lunch rang in the temple, and the fat man rushed to the dining hall as soon as he got up, and Shirley Yang and I trotted forward not to be outdone.

After eating lunch, I took a long and sweet nap in the afternoon, and finally it was nightfall. After the evening class, the monks went back to the meditation room to rest, and the fat man and I sneaked into the kitchen. Towards the end of the day, the door of Shirley Young's room opened, and she briskly approached us.