Chengguan sat in his meditation room, and the chess pieces on the chessboard had been turned into a dead end by his own moves. Chengguan sighed and put the black pieces in his hand back into the chess box. At this time, the sound of the Buddhist drum at midnight rang out in the temple.
"Master!" Chengguan's youngest disciple ran in from outside, his face full of anxiety and his voice in a panic.
"Have you found your senior brother?" Cheng Guan looked at his youngest disciple and asked in a gentle voice.
"No," the little monk cried, "I have looked everywhere for you, but I can't find you."
"It's alright," Chengguan smiled at his little disciple and whispered, "Go and have a rest."
"But I heard that Master Shao..."
"Wang Yue," Cheng Guan called the young disciple's name, interrupting him and saying, "Go and have a rest. Master will be fine."
The young monk Wangyue walked out reluctantly, looking back every few steps.
He ordered his disciples to deliver a letter to Princess Linglong, but the princess did not reply and the disciple who delivered the letter did not return. Chengguan knew that this disciple was in danger, and the letter asking the princess to avoid Master Fenglin did not reach the princess. The rules of Yongsheng Temple for monks were strict, and they were even more ruthless to high-ranking monks like them. In the eyes of Master Fenglin, the letter he sent should be evidence of his betrayal.
Chengguan arranged the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard one by one, waiting for Master Fenglin to send him a bowl of medicine that could take his life. Once he entered the Eternal Life Temple, his life belonged to the Eternal Life Temple. Master Chengguan knew that there was no place for him in the world, and he had no way to escape.
At this time, Yu Xiaoxiao climbed over the back wall and entered the Huguo Temple. She first saw the high tower of the Huguo Temple. She tilted her neck and counted. The tower actually had more than ten floors, shining with gold. I don't know how many precious metals were used. In an instant, the pagoda was designated as a reserve bank by Yu Xiaoxiao. In the future, when there is no money to use, Her Royal Highness will come here to pry a piece of gold away.
Several monks from the Huguo Temple walked hurriedly towards the pagoda.
Yu Xiaoxiao stood in the backlight, watching the monks walk by her. The monks were unaware of Yu Xiaoxiao's presence, but Yu Xiaoxiao heard one of the shortest and oldest monks say something about the young master's instructions.
Several monks left quickly. Yu Xiaoxiao stood and thought for a while, then followed them decisively. The Huguo Temple covers an area of 1,000 hectares and looks about the same size as the Imperial Palace. It is too difficult to find someone in such a large place. Yu Xiaoxiao decided to try his luck by following these monks who were obviously under the command of Wen Fenglin.
Several monks walked around in the Huguo Temple for a while, but they still didn't find anyone following them. Finally, they entered a courtyard and closed the gate after they entered.
Yu Xiaoxiao stood outside the door and listened to the noise inside. She went around the back wall, jumped over the wall and entered the courtyard. Before she even touched the ground, she knew she hadn't found the right place. There was a smell of oil smoke in the air of the courtyard. This should be the kitchen. How could a person like Wen Fenglin, who looked so unworldly, stay in the kitchen?
A dozen monks were standing in a row in the yard. Yu Xiaoxiao recognized the person who was talking to them. He was a monk who followed Wen Fenglin.
"Who is it?!" After Yu Xiaoxiao landed, the monk looked at her. It was obvious that he had noticed something strange was happening under the courtyard wall.
Yu Xiaoxiao held her breath and ran behind an elm tree.
At this time, a few night birds flew up from the branches of the old elm tree, chirping as they flew towards the pagoda.
The monk walked quickly to the wall of the courtyard. There was no one there. He turned behind the elm tree and there was still no one there.
A monk in charge of the Huguo Temple came forward, looked at the open space behind the tree, and whispered to the monk, "Master Beiji?"
The monk named Beiji clapped his left hand on the elm tree, causing the branches of the century-old elm tree to shake violently. "It's okay," Beiji said to the monk in charge of the Huguo Temple, "I heard it wrongly."
The monk in charge followed Bei Ji timidly. Ever since Young Master Fenglin came into the temple, although those who came to the temple had not done anything, the atmosphere in the Huguo Temple was tense. Tonight, the atmosphere was so depressing that he felt suffocated.
Yu Xiaoxiao had already arrived at the kitchen. The monks in the kitchen were probably called out by Wen Fenglin's people to be reprimanded. Yu Xiaoxiao stood in the big kitchen and immediately stared at the two meals on the table. Yu Xiaoxiao, who had no resistance to food, ran to the table, picked up a piece of fried tofu and ate it.
The two meals were exactly the same, both consisting of a small plate of steamed buns, a portion of fried tofu, a plate of stir-fried Chinese cabbage, and a bowl of soup with no idea what the soup was made of.
Yu Xiaoxiao didn't touch the buns. Stealing food requires skills. One should not touch things whose quantity can be seen to have changed at a glance. There are only four buns in this plate, and if one is missing, it will be discovered immediately. As for the two plates of fried tofu, Yu Xiaoxiao had no pressure eating them. Who would have nothing better to do than count how many fried tofu they made?
Yu Xiaoxiao took a few pieces of fried tofu from each plate and then set her eyes on the soup. Although the two meals had the same food, they were served on different trays. One was emerald green and looked like jade, while the other was just ordinary wood. Yu Xiaoxiao had no concept of privilege in her mind. She first picked up the soup from the wooden tray and smelled it. She smelled a medicinal smell, very much like Chinese medicine, but the bitterness was less than the medicine that Gu Xinglang drank.
"Is this a tonic soup?" Yu Xiaoxiao muttered to herself as she picked up the soup on the jade tray and smelled it. She discovered that the soup not only did not have any medicinal smell, but it also smelled of the fresh fragrance of grass and trees. She opened her mouth and took a sip. Yu Xiaoxiao immediately felt refreshed. She didn't know what ingredients the soup was made of, but a fresh flavor immediately filled all of Yu Xiaoxiao's taste buds.
Unable to hold back, Yu Xiaoxiao finished the bowl of soup in two mouthfuls, then realized that she was eating secretly, looked at the other bowl of soup in her hand, and decisively poured half of it into the empty bowl, then saw that there was still some water for washing the pot in the empty pot beside her, and Yu Xiaoxiao very professionally added half a bowl of water for washing the pot into a bowl. Thinking about the deliciousness of the soup again, Her Royal Highness added some fried tofu dipping sauce to the soup on the jade tray, trying to cover up the medicinal smell in the soup.
"Send the things up," a voice came from outside the kitchen door.
Yu Xiaoxiao placed two soup bowls in place and climbed onto the beam to wait.
Two young monks walked into the kitchen, each holding a tray.
Bei Ji also walked in from outside, saw that everything in the kitchen was normal, and said to the two little monks, "Go." After saying this, Bei Ji turned around and walked out of the kitchen first.
The two little monks followed Bei Ji out of the kitchen.
The monk in charge stood in the secular hall of the temple at this time and ordered his monks to prepare Buddhist instruments.
"What happened?" a monk of the same seniority asked the monk in charge.
The monk in charge said with a pale face: "Someone will pass away in the temple today."
A note to readers:
Today's first update is here. The bookstore review system has been upgraded, so I can't review books for the time being. The first round of the competition was based only on the number of updated words. With the support of my friends, Mei Guo still had the confidence to fight. Now it all depends on the number of updated words. Mei Guo seems to have to focus on participating. This is the fate of a useless writer. Tears!
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