His pupils shrank slightly, and a surge of pent-up rage suddenly surged within him. He tossed the bowl, slapped his thigh, and leaped up, snatching the hoe from the medicine basket and raising it above his head.
"Today, today I must see some meat, otherwise I'll steal it! I'll rob it! And then I'll blame it on you!"
Zhuyu sighed and ignored the hoe in the poor man's hand.
"I advise Mr. Hao not to mess with the chickens of Old Guo's family on the east hill. He has seven yellow dogs, and I heard they love to bite the thief's butt."
The doctor in white clothes waved his hoe wildly and made accusations with tears and blood.
"I haven't converted to Buddhism or become a monk, so why do I eat cabbage and carrots every meal?!"
"The abbot said that eating too much meat in hot weather can easily cause internal heat. Mr. Hao is a doctor himself, how come he doesn't understand this?"
After Zhuyu finished speaking, he shook his head in disgust, turned around and walked out of the hall.
Hao Bai took a few unsteady steps to catch up, his hands clinging to the vermilion lacquered pillars in front of the palace gate, his face a complexion that was dark blue and green.
"Where is Yikong? I want to see Yikong?! Yikong! You stingy monk, dead bald donkey..."
Zhuyu, who had already walked quickly out of the palace gate, stopped and picked his ears.
He didn't know if he had heard it wrong, but apart from the weak curses behind him, he seemed to hear a few bells ringing faintly at the mountain gate.
Unless there are festivals or Buddhist ceremonies, the gate of Yongye Temple is always deserted. If there are pilgrims or passers-by coming to seek help, they can ring the bell at the gate to signal.
Over the past month, rain has washed the mountain roads into muddy conditions, leaving few pilgrims, let alone passers-by.
Could it be that another bird looking for a place to stay rang the bell?
But it was late, and it was hard to say whether anyone had encountered trouble while walking on the mountain road.
He thought about it and decided to light an oil lamp and walk towards the mountain gate.
At dusk, dim light passed through the mist in the forest and fell on the bluestone path. A young monk holding a lamp walked through it, avoiding the moss that had not been cleaned for a long time with his feet, with a sense of practice and lightness.
In just a moment, he arrived at the mountain gate, and sure enough, there was a carriage parked under the stone archway in front of the temple.
As Candlefish took a few steps closer, a faint smell of decay mixed with the fishy smell of earth after the rain hit his face.
He glanced at the large wooden box pulled behind the carriage, calmed himself down, and stood still in the upwind position.
"What difficulties have you encountered, benefactor?"
The shadow under the eaves of the carriage moved, revealing the figure of a middle-aged man wearing a conical hat.
"Excuse me, little master, is this Yongye Temple?"
Candlefish nodded.
"Exactly."
The middle-aged man jumped off the carriage and took off his hat, revealing a dark face.
"I was passing by this place and saw someone eating porridge at the foot of the mountain. I went up to ask and learned that there was a temple in the mountain. So I drove here. I wonder if you, the donor, would be so kind as to give me some porridge and let me stay overnight."
Over the years, under the careful guidance of the abbot, he had already received countless pilgrims of all kinds. But at this moment, looking at the face at the foot of the stone steps, Zhuyu couldn't help but take a step back.
"I need to ask the abbot about staying overnight. However, there are still some radishes and cabbages in the temple. If you don't mind, you can come with me."
The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly with a sincere expression.
"That's very good, very good."
After walking a few steps along the way he came, Zhuyu suddenly stopped.
He turned around and looked at the middle-aged man driving the car.
"Donor, there is one thing I am still unclear about."
The middle-aged man chuckled twice and randomly tied the bridle to the horse's hitch.
"Young Master, if you have anything to say, please tell me directly. I will tell you everything I know."
The oil lamp was raised higher, illuminating the little monk's clear eyes.
"The abbot sprained his back while lighting lamps a few days ago, so he was lazy today and handed the porridge distribution to Master Renqin of Dacheng Temple. No one was distributing porridge at Yongye Temple today, so why did the donor lie and say he saw someone eating porridge at the foot of the mountain?"
The middle-aged man still had a smile on his face.
"Because... because..."
His voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and his face looked as if he had been struck by a cold. Every muscle twitched and stiffened, as if he had forgotten how to return to its original position.
"because......"
Plop.
The middle-aged man fell face down on the stone floor in front of the mountain gate, motionless.
The young monk was startled and was about to go forward to check, when suddenly, something invisible flashed past him and instantly extinguished the oil lamp in his hand.
It seemed like an evening breeze.
But the weather is so hot and humid, where does the evening breeze come from?
The last ray of light before dusk disappeared in the mountains. In the darkness, only a strange muffled sound could be heard coming from the huge wooden box on the carriage.
Crunch, crunch.
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