Chapter 4 Good Intentions

Since no posthumous plastic surgery was required, the makeup was quickly completed.

Seeing that Zhao Xiaolou hadn't returned yet, Liao Yu decided to go out and take a look. Taking advantage of this gap, Mo Bei, who had been lying on the operating table for twenty minutes, quickly removed the cloth covering his body and slipped out of the body dressing room.

Perhaps it was because it was getting off work, or perhaps it was because the staff were all busy, so Mo Bei did not run into any other living people along the way.

As night falls, the huge cemetery becomes exceptionally quiet, making people feel uneasy.

Even after becoming a zombie, Mo Bei still couldn't adapt to such a gloomy environment.

Fortunately, he can finally leave here now.

The east side door was wide open because two people had recently passed away. He left the funeral home without any difficulty.

After finding the electric bike hidden in the woods, Mo Bei rode along the road.

What he didn't know was how much of a shock there was in the funeral home after he left.

When Chen Hao's real family members came to ask whether the farewell ceremony could begin, Liao Yu realized that they had the wrong person.

When she hurriedly pulled Zhao Xiaolou back to the dressing room to check, she found that the body that should have been lying neatly on the operating table was gone!

What's even more terrifying is that they checked the body registration list at the funeral home and couldn't find this person at all! It was as if he appeared out of thin air!

Faced with this corpse that appeared and disappeared out of nowhere, both makeup artist Liao Yu and temporary worker Zhao Xiaolou, who was responsible for carrying the remains, felt a chill run down their spines. Even for months afterward, they were still plagued by sleepless nights due to the fear of what would happen.

Of course, this is all in the past.

Although the problem of disguising himself as a living person was temporarily solved, other troubles followed.

The first problem is accommodation.

After leaving the cemetery, Mo Bei now has completely lost his place to stay.

As an illegal resident with no property, it can be said that he is now even worse off than the unemployed vagrants living under the bridge.

Although those people have no money, no jobs, and no place to live, at least they are not afraid of the sun and do not have to worry about their bodies rotting.

Unlike him, he only dares to show his face to get some fresh air when it gets dark.

Now he not only has to worry about where to stay tonight, but also has to return to the entertainment industry and the spotlight of the stage without any money or connections.

In addition, he also had to be wary of his body rotting and his true identity being discovered.

The accumulation of various buffs makes it a hell of a difficulty.

Thinking of this, Mo Bei couldn't help but sigh at the night sky above his head.

In his entire life, he had never felt that life was so difficult.

Just when Mo Bei was feeling embarrassed about where to stay tonight, a temple appeared on the roadside not far away.

Seeing this, Mo Bei stopped quickly.

【Do you want to stay overnight in a temple? 】

Mo Bei did not deny it, but looked into the distance worriedly, "I don't know if the zombies will be caught if they enter the temple."

[…Have you read too much Legend of the White Snake?]

The system was speechless.

Apart from Fahai and Tang Monk and his disciples in Journey to the West, which monk likes to exorcise demons?

Moreover, this was just a small country temple, and the monks inside were probably not that advanced.

If this were a Taoist temple, it might be a different story.

Seeing the system's attitude, Mo Bei hesitated for a moment and turned the car towards the temple in the distance.

As we approached the temple gate, we saw three large gilded characters written on the plaque:

Yuanfa Temple.

Looking at the tightly closed mountain gate, Mo Bei hesitated for a moment as to whether he should go forward and knock on the door.

Just as he was hesitating, a small electric scooter slowly approached from the distance.

Caught off guard by a living person, Mo Bei subconsciously wanted to dodge. He never expected that the other party would park the car directly in front of the temple.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

The man who came was a middle-aged man in his fifties. I couldn't tell if he was a monk or a believer practicing in the temple. He was wearing a gray robe and had a crew cut. Although his facial features were ordinary, he looked very friendly.

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Bei expressed his request to stay here for one night.

Although Buddhism emphasizes accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, he has also prepared for the worst-case scenario of being rejected.

After all, this temple wasn't a hotel, and since it was already dark, it was unlikely that anyone would agree to let a stranger of unknown origin stay overnight. Furthermore, the other party might not be able to make the decision.

Just when Mo Bei thought he would hear the word "apology", he never expected the uncle in front of him to smile cheerfully -

"Sure. Come with me."

He didn't expect to get the other party's help so easily, and he felt a little unbelievable.

After hurriedly saying thank you, he pushed his electric scooter and followed the other person towards the side door on the right side of the temple.

This uncle seemed to be an extrovert, and told Mo Bei a lot about the Yuanfa Temple along the way.

From the quiet environment of this temple that is suitable for spiritual practice to the delicious vegetarian food here, to the nice host, etc.

Because he was worried about his identity being exposed, Mo Bei just nodded with a stiff face no matter what the other party said.

Fortunately, this uncle was just a chatterbox and had no intention of prying into his privacy.

Otherwise, he was really worried that the other party would ask questions like "What's your name? What do you do? Why are you here?" in the next second.

Facing Mo Bei's silence, the uncle seemed to have sensed something and changed the subject -

"Have you had dinner yet?"

Mo Bei shook his head.

It had been a whole day, and he hadn't felt hungry at all. It was conceivable that he didn't need to eat after becoming a zombie.

However, before he could tell the other party not to bother, the uncle had already pulled him to the kitchen.

"Everyone in the temple has already eaten dinner at this time. But if you look carefully, you should still be able to find something to eat."

"Um...thank you, actually I'm not hungry."

"You're welcome. It's just a meal. This Yuanfa Temple won't let pilgrims who stay overnight go hungry."

Without waiting for Mo Bei to continue refusing, the uncle rushed into the kitchen. However, after searching around for a long time, he still couldn't find any cooked food.

Finally, he took a few packets of biscuits and two apples from the offerings on the altar and stuffed them into Mo Bei's hands.

Mo Bei was stunned by the action of the uncle opposite.

"Is it really okay to do this? Buddha will blame me, right?"

Compared to Mo Bei's fear, the uncle seemed particularly calm.

"Buddha is merciful. How could he blame me? Besides, he can't finish all the offerings. Don't worry!"

Hearing this, Mo Bei had no choice but to nod.

Looking at the somewhat restrained young man in front of him, Lu Shiqiang sighed silently in his heart.

For some reason, the other person reminded him of his younger self. Back then, he was also in dire straits. Not only was he penniless, he didn't even have a decent place to live. Every day, he could only run around the labor market, looking for work opportunities.

At that time, he had no friends who could help him, and he often went hungry.

One year, he was working at a nearby construction site. Due to the project's funding problems, the site had been in arrears of paying their wages for nearly half a year.

At that time, he was really poor and almost desperate. Not to mention paying the rent, even eating became a problem.

But even so, he still didn't dare to stop. Firstly, he had no other place to work, and secondly, if he stopped working, he would lose his current job.

Just when he was about to faint from hunger, the abbot of Yuanfa Temple, Master Huikong, took the initiative to invite him to have a vegetarian meal and said that he could always come to eat there if he had any difficulties in the future.

At that time, Master Huikong's words were like a warm light that instantly illuminated his dark and gloomy life.

If it weren't for his help, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to achieve what I have today.

Because he had been caught in the rain before, Lu Shiqiang now wants to hold an umbrella for others.

The young man in front of me hadn't said much since he walked in. His pale face, thin figure, and wrinkled gray clothes made it clear that he was in financial trouble.

Young people have strong self-esteem and are reluctant to ask for help from others even when they encounter difficulties. As someone who has experienced this, he can understand this.

Since the other party was unwilling to talk about it, he couldn't actively ask. After all, it was their privacy.

All he can do is provide convenience to others in some small things.

After sending Mo Bei to the door of the guest room, Lu Shiqiang suddenly called him: "Well, I have a friend who recently opened a fast food restaurant nearby and is hiring people right now. If you are interested, you can go and take a look."

Facing Uncle Lu's kind smile, Mo Bei paused.

An emotion called touching is like a bud slowly breaking out from the rotten heart.

Mo Bei bowed to the uncle and thanked him sincerely.

The uncle waved his hand and said nothing more. He just told him to have a good rest and left.

Watching the uncle's back disappear at the gate, Mo Bei retracted his gaze and pushed the door open to enter the guest room.

The rooms provided by Yuanfa Temple for pilgrims are very simply furnished, with only a bed, a table and chairs, and a wardrobe.

Because he was wearing makeup, Mo Bei didn't dare to wash with water even if there was a little dust on his body.

After becoming a zombie, Mo Bei felt neither hungry nor sleepy, so he did not go to bed to rest.

Seeing no one around, he went to the courtyard and bathed his body in the moonlight. Without the conditions to touch the stage spotlight, he could only rely on the moonlight for "cultivation".

After a long day of work, he had already used up a lot of the energy he had stored last night. Now that no one was around, he had to replenish it.

I sat on the stone bench in the yard all night, and my originally empty dantian was once again filled with energy.

At dawn the next day, before the monks in the temple noticed him, Mo Bei wrapped his head, face and body and prepared to quietly leave Yuanfa Temple.

But he obviously underestimated the diligence of these monks. At 4:30 in the morning, they got up to do morning prayers.

When Mo Bei reached the side door and was about to leave on his electric bike, Lu Shiqiang, who had just finished his morning class, and a monk with a gray beard suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Brother, you're up so early?"

Mo Bei was a little embarrassed after being caught sneaking away.

Noticing his unnatural and stiff posture, Lu Shiqiang whispered a few words to the old man beside him and then walked over.

"Are you leaving?"

Mo Bei nodded slightly, "Thank you very much for your help last night."

Lu Shiqiang did not stop him, but said, "Then let's finish breakfast before leaving."

Mo Bei wanted to refuse, but he couldn't bring himself to say no to the kind smile on the man's face. So, the last word he could say was "Okay."

Leading Mo Bei to the restaurant, Lu Shiqiang asked casually, "Are you sure you don't want to think about what happened last night?"

Mo Bei knew that he was talking about his friend's shop recruiting people.

It had to be said that this was indeed a great opportunity. If he hadn't been turned into a zombie and the condition for his resurrection was to live in the spotlight, he might have gladly accepted the other party's kindness.

But there are no ifs in the world.

Being a waiter inevitably involves close contact with customers. He was afraid that customers would discover his true identity before he could find a way back into the entertainment industry.

He didn't dare take such a risk.

Seeing that the young man in front of him refused to give in, Lu Shiqiang sighed silently.

All right. A forced melon is not sweet.

Since the other party is unwilling, he can't force them.

After thinking for a while, he finally took out his phone from his trouser pocket and asked, "Do you have WeChat?"

Mo Bei subconsciously wanted to take out his cell phone, but soon he stopped.

The phone he was using had been stolen from a tomb robber. It would eventually be returned to its original owner, so he couldn't possibly use the tomb robber's WeChat to add someone else. Furthermore, he didn't know the lock screen password. So, until now, he'd just used it as a calendar, watch, and mirror.

Seeing Mo Bei shaking his head, Lu Shiqiang had to give up.

Walking into the cafeteria, he found a piece of notepaper, wrote something on it and handed it over.

Mo Bei took it and saw a phone number and a name written on it.

"This is my number."

Lu Shiqiang said: "If you encounter any trouble that you can't solve, you can call me."

"Of course, you can also come directly to Shiqiang Construction in Yuehai Eastern New District to find me."