The early morning at Fukuzhao Temple was chaotic.

The reason is that the monks who were preparing a meal in the five-story pagoda found that all the animals in the back kitchen had escaped.

It's not right to say that it ran away, it should have disappeared.

The human monk's field of vision, the empty corral was empty, and he hurriedly called for the others, and one of the monks who arrived hurriedly swept through the room, frowning.

The corral was a mess, with blood splattered and animal hair all over the floor, and it was not hard to guess what was going on inside.

Someone...... Things that weren't human ate their livestock in the dead of night.

The monks who came later glanced at it casually, and they could see half of the chicken bone that had not been gnawed.

Later Monks: ...... What the hell is this thing that has been patronized?

It didn't matter if the ingredients were gone, because the creatures who came to the kitchen to steal food were really picky, and they cleaned all the meat, leaving only the ordinary vegetable leaves stored in the refrigerator.

Looks like a bit of a picky eater.

Quickly ordered to change the menu and replace the morning special dish with a normal meal.

The monk who arrived later then returned to the abbot's residence and reported the situation.

The abbot nodded and asked, "Is this the only case?" ”

The monk was just about to answer, when suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, and the monk had to turn back and listen to the report at the door.

Then his face changed slightly, and he returned with a not very good expression.

Abbot: "What's wrong?" ”

Monk: "We ...... in the temple"

Abbot: "Temple? ”

Monk: "Thief!" ”

The abbot and the monk looked at each other, and through the latter's detailed description, the abbot roughly knew that not only had some of the deformed animals raised in the kitchen had been eaten by the "people", but also that all the consecrated objects placed elsewhere in the courtyard had been lost.

The description of the loss was a tact, and according to the monks who kept coming to report it, the entire warehouse was moved clean.

It's clean, not even the shelves are left.

The monk who reported was very flustered, and what he witnessed was beyond his knowledge.

They didn't hear any movement at all at night, what kind of existence can they be-

"It's fine." The abbot in the room opened his mouth, and his voice was quiet, but it calmed the hearts of the other monks, "We have [——] protection." ”

A strange tone that is utterly unwritten.

The monks outside the door fell silent for a moment, muttering the string of syllables, the staggered retelling, almost copying and pasting.

The monks repeated it several times before they gradually dispersed, ending the absurd scene.

The monk who stayed inside the door was a little worried at this time: "Abbot, our festival today ......."

The abbot twisted the purple-red Buddha beads in his hand, and calmed down: "It will be held normally." ”

"It's just a little mouse in the temple, so don't be afraid."

……

The tip of Bai Su's nose was very itchy, and after rubbing it twice, he still sneezed.

An Xiangwen, who was busy watching the monks of Fuzhao Temple, turned his head: "Brother Bai has a cold?" ”

It is true that the human body can catch a cold, but Bai Su has not simulated this step for the time being.

Although he looked very empty on the outside today, he was just looking at it, and he couldn't knock down eight of them with a physique like a curly-haired youth.

Or one-handed.

Bai Su touched the tip of his nose: "I feel like someone is scolding me." ”

An Xiangwen, who had been vaguely accused of scolding in the past, moved to the side and squeezed into Wei Wenxue, who was originally sitting upright.

The flax-haired girl looked at her speechlessly: "Can you two sit well, everyone else has seen it!" ”

They were now seated in a large hall, sitting on the floor, with futons underneath them.

An hour ago, many tourists who had stayed overnight in Fuzhao Temple were welcomed to eat breakfast, and unlike yesterday's sumptuous dishes, the meals served on the table today were much simpler, and even a little shabby.

An Xiangwen slowly typed a question mark: "The temple can't afford it?" ”

Bai Su doesn't pick much, stretches out his chopsticks and eats.

He knew the reason why the food had suddenly become shabby, after all, the rest of the ingredients were in his stomach.

An Xiangwen saw that Bai Su did not send yesterday's reminder, so he ate with peace of mind.

Then they were led to other places, and the way was ...... An Xiangwen felt that it was a bit like the map he had seen in the morning.

For example, turn left and then right here, continue straight until the second fork turns right – all the roads are exactly the same.

So why, why does Brother Bai know the map?

An Xiangwen remembered that there was no floor plan of Fuzhao Temple on the Internet, and the guidelines hanging in the temple only indicated the areas that tourists could visit.

Humans raised their heads, some colorful flags were hung above the temple, and the lively atmosphere belonging to the festival began to be rendered.

Voices came from the direction of the mountain gate, and in response to the tourists' questions, the monk explained: "That's the rest of the tourists who are going to participate in the puja, but donors can rest assured, you will be inside the hall, they can only be outside the hall." ”

The difference between the inside and outside of the main hall calms people down, and it is obvious that the hall will be able to further enjoy the blessings of the prayer puja!

Bai Su: Human beings are so simple.

After that, they were arranged to sit in the hall, one by one on both sides of the futon, and there was a small incense candle in front of each person, which was probably for them to wait for the meeting.

The middle of the hall is completely vacated, and it seems that there is space left for the ritual.

The tall statue facing the door of the temple was covered with a yellow cloth that was impermeable to light, and it should have been hung in the morning, but not last night.

Why hang? For the sake of the human mind?

Bai Su held his cheeks and lowered his eyes boringly.

I don't know how long it will take for the puja to start...... "Ahh ”

Bai Su sneezed again.

He sat up straight and looked around.

Basically, all the tourists don't know each other, and he doesn't stand out much, so no one should say anything bad about him, unless it's ...... It's the people in the temple.

In the distance, the gate of Fuzhao Temple slowly closed with the push of the monks, and after the door was closed, the latch was erected, completely isolating the space inside the temple and outside the temple.

Those standing outside the hall soon heard the sound of wooden fish tapping and the monks chanting scriptures.

It's just that the scriptures aren't anything they've ever heard on a daily basis.

As the walking procession approached, the chanting began to sound louder, and everyone's thoughts were empty.

The people around Bai Su were particularly obvious, they were still chatting quietly one second, and the next second they stopped talking, turned their heads back, and faced the temple door.

Bai Su drew a scoop with a gourd, and then turned back together.

At the head of the procession were several human monks, who were silently chanting words and tapping the wooden fish again and again, and in the middle of the group were the venerable abbot and two cronies behind him.

The abbot was very old, the skin on his face was wrinkled, his eyes narrowed into a slit when he smiled, his eyebrows were raised, and his deliberately long eyebrows hung down from his temples.

The monk behind him was holding something, which was also covered with a yellow cloth that was opaque, and judging from the shape, it seemed to be something long.

The procession finally marched to the front of the temple, and the monks in front of them retreated, and the abbot led the people in.

"Goo."

The abrupt sound of saliva swallowing appeared in his ears, and the abbot of Fuzhao Temple squinted his eyes and glanced to the sides, but he found nothing except those pilgrims who had been bewitched.

The voice just now was probably just an illusion on his part.

(End of chapter)