Cheng Guan was sitting in his meditation room, and the chess on the chessboard had been beaten to death by himself. Cheng Guan sighed and put the sunspot in his hand back into the chess box. At this moment, the temple sounded the sound of the Buddha's drum at the third watch.
"Master!" Chengguan's youngest disciple ran in from outside the house, his face anxious and his voice uneasy.
"Have you found your senior brother?" Cheng looked at his youngest disciple and asked in a warm voice.
"No," the little monk cried, "I have searched all the places where my brother went, but I couldn't find him."
"It's alright," Cheng Guan smiled at the little apprentice and whispered, "Go and rest."
"But I heard that the young master's place..."
"Wangyue," Cheng Guan called out his little apprentice's name, interrupted his words, and said, "Go and rest, Master will be fine."
The little monk Wangyue was reluctant and walked out three steps.
He ordered his disciple to deliver a letter to Princess Linglong, but there was no reply from the princess, and the disciple who delivered the letter did not return. Cheng Guan knew in his heart that this disciple was more fortunate than fortune, and the letter that told the princess to avoid Master Fenglin was not there either. into the hands of the princess. Yongsheng Temple has strict rules for the monks in the temple, and it is even more merciless to these high-ranking monks. The letter he sent, in the eyes of Master Fenglin, should be evidence of his betrayal of the temple.
Cheng Guan put the pieces on the chessboard into black and white pieces one by one, waiting for a bowl of soup that could kill him from Master Fenglin. Once entering Yongsheng Temple, this life belongs to Yongsheng Temple. Guo Shi Chengguan understands that the world is so big that there is no place for him, and there is no way for him to escape.
At this moment, Yu Xiaoxiao climbed the back wall and entered Huguo Temple. First, she saw the high tower of Huguo Temple at a glance, and counted with her neck up. The tower had more than ten layers, and it was shiny and golden. I don't know how many precious metals were used. . In an instant, the pagoda was designated as a reserve bank by Yu Xiaoxiao. If there is no money to use in the future, Her Royal Highness will come here to pry a piece of gold and go.
Several monks from Huguo Temple hurriedly walked towards the pagoda.
Yu Xiaoxiao stood in the backlit field, watching these monks walk by her side. Several monks were unaware of Yu Xiaoxiao's existence, but Yu Xiaoxiao heard one of the shortest and older monks say something from the young master.
A few monks left quickly, Yu Xiaoxiao stood and thought about it, and decisively followed these monks. Huguo Temple occupies a thousand acres and looks about the size of the imperial palace. It is too difficult to find someone in such a big place. Yu Xiaoxiao decided to try her luck with these monks who obviously obey Wen Fenglin.
A few monks walked around the Huguo Temple for a while, but they never found a person behind them. Finally, the monks entered a courtyard with four corners. After a few people entered, they closed the courtyard door.
Yu Xiaoxiao stood outside the door listening to the movement inside the door, went around the back wall, jumped over the wall and entered the courtyard. Before her feet landed, Yu Xiaoxiao knew that she had not found the right place. There was a smell of oily smoke in the air in this courtyard. This should be where the kitchen is. Wen Fenglin, a person who does not eat human fireworks, How is it possible to stay in the kitchen
A dozen monks stood in a row in the courtyard, and the person who was talking to these monks, Yu Xiaoxiao knew, was a monk who followed Wen Fenglin.
"Who is it?!" After Yu Xiaoxiao landed, the monk looked over at Yu Xiaoxiao's place, apparently aware of the wrong movement under the courtyard wall.
Yu Xiaoxiao took a breath and ran directly behind the elm tree beside him.
Several night birds flew up from the branches of the old elm tree and flew towards the pagoda with a cry.
The monk walked quickly to the courtyard wall, there was no one under the courtyard wall, and then turned to the back of the elm tree to see that it was still empty.
A monk in charge of Huguo Temple came forward, looked at the open space behind the tree, and whispered to the monk, "Master Beiji?"
This monk named Bei Ji clapped his palm on the elm tree with his left hand, causing the branches of the hundred-year-old elm tree to sway wildly. I got it wrong."
The steward monks followed Bei Ji's back. Since Master Fenglin entered the temple, it is clear that these people who went to the temple did nothing, but the atmosphere in Huguo Temple was tense, and tonight the atmosphere was so depressed that he couldn't breathe. Come.
Yu Xiaoxiao had already arrived in the kitchen at this time. The monks in the kitchen should have been called out to lecture by Wen Fenglin's people. Yu Xiaoxiao stood in the large kitchen and stared at the two meals placed on the table at a glance. Food. Yu Xiaoxiao, who has never been able to resist food, ran to the table, picked up a piece of fried tofu and ate it.
The two meals are exactly the same, a small plate of steamed buns, a plate of fried tofu, a plate of fried cabbage, and a bowl of soup with no discernible ingredients.
Yu Xiaoxiao didn't touch the buns, so you need to be skillful in stealing them. You can see at a glance that the number of things has changed and you can't touch them. There are only four buns in this plate, and one less will be discovered immediately. Deep-fried tofu, Jade Small Snack is stress-free, who would have nothing to do to count how many fried tofu they made
Xiao Xiao took a few pieces of the fried tofu yuu in each plate, and then set his sights on the soup. Although the food is the same for the two meals, the trays used are different. One is green in color and looks like jade, and the other is just ordinary wood. Yu Xiaoxiao didn't have any concept of privilege in her mind, so she picked up the soup in the wooden tray and smelled it. She smelled a medicinal smell, very similar to traditional Chinese medicine, except that the bitterness was weaker than those that Gu Xinglang drank.
"Is this tonic soup?" Yu Xiaoxiao muttered to herself, picked up the soup on the jade tray and smelled it, and found that the soup not only had no medicinal smell, but also smelled like herbs and trees. She opened her mouth and drank it. After a sip, Yu Xiaoxiao immediately felt at ease. I don't know what ingredients this soup was made from, and a fresh and fresh taste occupied all of Yu Xiaoxiao's taste buds at once.
One couldn't hold back, Yu Xiaoxiao wiped out the bowl of soup, and then realized that he was stealing it. Looking at the other bowl of soup in his hand, Yu Xiaoxiao decisively poured half of the bowl into it. Empty bowl, and then saw that there was still water in the empty pot on the side, Yu Xiaoxiao filled a bowl with half a bowl of water. Thinking about the deliciousness of the soup, Her Royal Highness added some deep-fried tofu dipping sauce to the soup on the jade tray to cover up the medicinal smell in the soup.
"Send things up," a voice came from outside the kitchen door.
Yu Xiaoxiao set up the two soup bowls and ran up to the beam to wait.
Two little monks walked into the kitchen, each carrying a tray.
Bei Ji also walked in from outside the door to see that everything in the kitchen was as usual, 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 Jing out of the kitchen.
The monk in charge stood in the secular hall of the temple at this time, and ordered the monks under his command to prepare Buddhist utensils.
"What happened?" A monk of the same seniority asked the steward monk.
The steward monk said with a pale face, "Someone will pass away in the temple today."
Note to readers:
Today's first one is offered. The bookstore review system has been upgraded, so there is no way to review books for the time being. The first phase of the arena is only based on the updated word count. With the support of my parents, Meiguo still has the confidence to fight. Now it depends on the updated word count. It seems that Meiguo can only focus on participating. The code word waste material is This is the end, tears!