The cold night breeze blew on my face, but it couldn’t bear the shock in my heart at this moment. The muscles at the corners of my mouth twitched constantly, and I couldn’t help screaming in my heart: I just want to find a place to temporarily take refuge, why? Such weird things happen one after another around him
Closing the shocked chin that was about to fall, I held my breath. I pulled the window vigorously, trying to see more through the gap, but no matter how the angle was changed, I could only see that corner in my sight.
I had no choice but to give up. At this time, I realized that the surroundings seemed too quiet. I listened carefully and found that the sound of ghost crying and wolf howling that awakened me also disappeared strangely, as if it had never appeared before, shaking. Body, I turned my head and looked at the dark surroundings, and instinctively told me that it would be better to sneak back to the room as soon as possible.
He tiptoed along the wall and walked back to his yard. Seeing the orange light leaking out of the window, he breathed a sigh of relief for no reason. He hurried back to the room and locked the door.
The room is well decorated. I turned off the light. The room was actually not dim, but when I thought about the place I saw before, I couldn’t sleep over and over again, so I turned on the bedside lamp and frowned and thought about myself. Things to see.
The first thing to be sure is that there is no one in that room, because the light in the window is actually not good, there is no light, but I can see the furnishings and the appliances clearly, the difference from the daytime It’s not too big, thanks to my night vision ability has been greatly enhanced after experiencing so many things, so I can see a thin layer of dust falling on the table, and I only smelled very light at the time. The smell and smell of blood, I want to come, that room has not been used for a long time, otherwise, the smell will definitely not be that light.
At this point in the analysis, I am even more puzzled. This temple can be regarded as a well-known temple in this area, even in the country. It is regarded as decent in the eyes of ordinary people. Why is there such a place hidden in this backyard? He also used wooden sticks to seal them all up. Could there be any hidden secrets in this monastery
Thinking of this, I suddenly had the urge to run away, and secretly decided to leave this monastery tomorrow morning, and then fell asleep in a daze.
The next day I woke up in a melodious bell. Looking at the rising sun on the sheets, I rubbed my eyes and looked at the simple furniture and furnishings around me. After ten seconds, I thought of myself now. Where I was, my mind flashed through the dark room, and I shivered again, immediately turned over and went into the bathroom.
Holding the toothbrush water cup, I cheered myself up while washing: Leave, you must leave here, I haven't completely solved the poison on Laozi's body, I was hiding clean, but I don't want to get into any more trouble. Besides, there are so many famous temples, it is not necessary to live here, just thinking of the expensive sesame oil money, my heart suddenly beats a few times, my heart aches.
I went out, clutching my chest, and I came to the cafeteria in the front yard. At this time, there were already many people in the cafeteria. In addition to the monks in the morning class last night, there were also a few laymen like me, but wearing monk robes. It looks more decent than me in a casual outfit.
After scanning the steamed bun porridge, I grabbed the little novice who was passing by and asked to leave.
The little novice monk looked embarrassed: "This kind of thing, the little monk can't live, so, the donor, you sit here for a while, and I will report it to the lower son."
"Thank you, little master." This situation was in my expectation, nodded, and I sat on the spot safely.
Actually, I don’t say hello to the monastery, I just lift my leg up, and the monks who want to come to this temple will not deliberately stop me, but doesn’t it seem like I'm unusual, in case it attracts the attention of some people hidden in the temple, but That's terrible!
Fortunately, not long after, the little novice came back in a hurry and saluted me: "The abbot asks the donor to go over and talk in detail, and ask the donor to come with me."
Passing through the long corridor and courtyard, the little novice monk led me to the door of an ordinary-looking room, pushed the door of the room open, and said: "Abbot, this benefactor is here."
"Invite him in." An old voice came from the room, with a calm tone.
The little novice monk made a "please" gesture at me.
Taking a deep breath, I felt nervous for no reason and stepped in.
The room was very spacious and there were few things. An old monk with white hair smiled kindly and sat aside. There were two futons beside him.
"Excuse me, the abbot, I want to leave the monastery, and I also ask the abbot for permission." As the little novice monk put his hands together and bowed, I expressed my intention.
The old monk still smiled, and pointed his finger at the futon beside him: "I already know about this. Please sit down and listen to Lao Na, the donor."
After thinking about it, I Yiyan sat on the futon, not to mention, it was cold, and when I sat on it, I felt that my brain was sober.
"The donor just begged to stay in this monastery for a few days, why did he suddenly want to leave?" The old monk asked kindly, looking at him kindly.
The reason I had already compiled in the time I was waiting, it was nothing more than having to leave in an emergency, and then jokingly asked: "There shouldn't be a rule in this temple that the layman has to fill up for a full number of days to leave, right?"
"Haha, the donor laughed. You are not a Buddhist disciple registered in the monastery. You are always free to come and go. Even if you are a disciple in this courtyard, Lao Na will not stop you if you want to leave, so please don't worry. "The old monk laughed, paused, and then said: "It's just that Lao Na still hopes that the donor can stay in the monastery and live longer."
He said that he would not stop me from leaving, and then persuaded me to continue to live. What kind of attention did this old monk play
"What's the reason? Since the abbot has opened your mouth to keep me, you have to give a reason, right?" I spread my hands and looked at the old monk in front of me, with a hint of caution in my heart.
The smile on the old monk’s face remained unchanged: “Lao Na also has a good intention, not only to facilitate the donor, but also to prevent the donor from causing unnecessary trouble to others. Wouldn’t it be better to stay in the temple instead of going out to harm others.”
"What do you mean, the abbot? When did I harm people? I've always been saving people, OK!" I was immediately angry and almost jumped up, almost poking my finger on the old monk's face.
"It's Lao Na's improper words. Although it is not the original intention of the donor, it will affect others. The words are as good as this, and the donor is pleased to do it." After finishing speaking, he pointed out the door, meaning I can left.
According to what you said, isn't Lao Tzu a source of disaster? I don't believe it
Too!
Rolling my eyes, I whispered in my heart, I turned around and left.
When I returned to my residence, I packed my luggage without hesitation. There were not many things anyway. A travel bag was enough. Under the leadership of the little novice monk, I left the temple through the side door.
It was still early, and the scenery on the mountain was good. While walking and watching, I met a man on the way, carrying a black backpack, as if he was traveling, and he immediately smiled and waved when he saw me.
"This little brother, please ask me the way, is it possible to go to the temple above from here? I don't know how far it is?"
It turned out that it was the person who asked for directions. After answering casually, I immediately left the matter behind.
When I got down the mountain, I was going to buy a ticket. Surprisingly, the tickets for returning to the city on that day have been sold out, and I can only wait for tomorrow.
When I got out of the station, I stood on the side of the road and wondered whether to find a hotel to stay for one night or go back to the temple for another night. Suddenly, there was a harsh brake sound "sting—" I looked up.
Not far away, a man stood in the middle of the road, looking around blankly, half a meter away from him, a silver van stood up, and the driver was poking his head out and cursing, “You’re looking for death? Suddenly rushed to the middle of the road. Go home and hang on a rope, don’t come to the road to harm us drivers!"
The person was so scared that he kept bowing and apologizing. I glanced around and saw where the other party seemed to have seen him with a backpack on his back, so I didn’t care. I turned around and thought about finding a place to have a good meal. After all, I walked so far. I was tired and thirsty long ago.
I bought a bottle of mineral water and killed half a bottle in one go. Then I chatted with the proprietress of the small shop. On the advice of the other party, I found a small restaurant that was said to be "good quality and cheap" for dinner.
As soon as he entered the lobby, a waiter greeted him immediately, with a good attitude: "Hello, sir, may I have one or several? Do you need a private room?"
"Just me, just find a place anywhere." I waved my hand and replied with my mouth. I scanned the lobby. I unexpectedly found a familiar person, the man with the backpack who almost had a car accident before.
The waiter nodded and enthusiastically led me to find an empty seat to sit down, just not far from the man with the backpack.
I ordered two dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, and I looked at the man with the backpack. Then I remembered, isn’t this the man who asked for directions when I went down the mountain? Didn’t this man say that he wanted to go up the mountain to find a temple? Well, why does this appear here again? In such a short time, going up and down the mountain, this buddy is too fast, right
I just wanted to get over and ask, a waiter was dragging a pile of dishes over, blocking my sight, and when I looked over, the man was already picking up dishes and eating.
While the food I ordered hadn’t come up, I watched the backpack man up and down quietly, and found that the other person’s gaze was a little more sluggish than before, and he seemed a little absent-minded. He was casually putting the food into the rice bowl and taking another bite. Steaking rice, there is no problem with the action, but it looks a little dull.
At this moment, a man in chef's clothes came over with a bowl of dishes in his hands, put the dishes on the table of the man with the backpack, and said apologetically: "Sir, the back kitchen was too busy just now and the wrong dishes were served. , This is the specialty of our restaurant. I apologize to you, sir. Please don't mind."
Hearing this sentence, I couldn't help but raised my brows: Interesting.
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