Thinking about these things, I don’t know how long it took. With the sound of heavy rain outside the window, I fell asleep again. According to my schedule in the city, I wouldn’t wake up until 9 o’clock at the earliest, but it was probably due to my sleep the night before.

It was too long, or maybe the temple bell rang just right, and I woke up to the sound of the bell.

The time on the watch shows that it is 7:20 in the morning.

I remember the fat monk said last night that the breakfast time here is from 7:20 to 8:00, which lasts for half an hour. I felt a little hungry in my stomach, so I got up, put on my clothes, and pushed open the door that had been closed overnight.

window.

The early morning mountain breeze suddenly hit my face. Looking out from the window where I was, the view on the left was blocked by cliffs. It was full of rocks and green pines. Although it was steep, it was possible to climb. Maybe I could climb along these cliffs to the top of the mountain.

Go up.

However, the sight on the right side is not restricted, and one can see traces of the waterfall on the mountain wall in the distance. Due to the viewing angle, only a silver line can be seen on the waterfall, which is intermittent among the rocks and ancient trees.

It's early morning, and at a glance, the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland on earth. If there wasn't a bug in my stomach, I would definitely enjoy this trip.

Suddenly, I noticed a figure standing among the rocks in the distance.

Due to the distance, the figure could not tell whether it was male or female, let alone its appearance. He stood between the steep rock walls on the cliff, as if he was overlooking the waterfall in the distance, or as if he was about to jump off the cliff.

Who is that?

It was only 20 minutes before the starting point in the morning. It would take at least an hour to get to that position and climb up. Who would get up at six o'clock in the morning and climb to that position?

You know, this is in the mountains. At six o'clock, everything is gray. You need to use a flashlight when going out, let alone crawling among the cliffs. Unfortunately, I don't have a telescope on hand, so I can't tell who the person is.

who.

But the only thing that is certain is that he is not a monk, because the monks here are all dressed in yellow robes. Although I can't tell what kind of clothes he is wearing, but judging from the color, it is dark, definitely not

Yellow robe.

He is standing so high, is he really ready to jump off the cliff?

I felt something was wrong, but it was impossible to run over and stop him, so I subconsciously stopped by the window, ready to see his next move, but to my surprise, when I turned my eyes, the man was gone.

I couldn't help but rub my eyes. I swear, I felt like there was a person standing in that place just now. Why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?

Although there is no sunshine at the moment, the sun has risen, so I won’t see ghosts in the daytime, right?

Perhaps, the man turned around and went to the back?

What's over there?

I am not a particularly curious person. Maybe he is a tourist who likes to get close to nature, or maybe he is a lonely traveler. Why should I care so much? After thinking about it, I immediately calmed down and went to call 304.

Damn it, when I passed by Zhang Yixiao's 303, I found that there was no movement at all inside. Maybe he was still sleeping.

I took Jizui out of the quilt, and the two of us walked along the steep stone steps to the bathhouse. We didn't see a single monk along the way. It was as if we were the only ones left in the entire ancient temple.

I don't know how the water here is obtained. It may be diverted from the top of the mountain, or it may be carried from the bottom of the mountain. In short, it is not very convenient.

The layout of the bathhouse is shared by men and women, but the bathing time is different. The outside of the bathhouse is surrounded by a wooden board. Behind the wooden board is the place for washing your face and brushing your teeth. There is a large frameless old-fashioned mirror on the wall. The surface of the mirror has

Some bright red origins.

Bloodstains?

The bitch hissed and said: "Who is so wicked?" He poured water on the mirror, preparing to wash away the blood spots on it. Maybe someone accidentally injured his finger and threw the blood spots when he subconsciously shook his hand.

On the mirror surface.

We didn't pay too much attention, but even after being poured over it twice, the blood stains were still not washed away. So he stretched out his finger, touched it, and cursed: "Damn, it turns out to be paint."

paint?

Has this place been renovated?

I couldn't help but look up at the surrounding beams. They were all an old dark black color and didn't look like they had been renovated.

So where did all this paint come from?

I was about to take a second look when Qin Zui grabbed my arm and rushed out, saying: "This place only sells steamed vegetables and steamed buns. If we delay any longer, there will be no steamed buns left."

We went to the cafeteria. The two long tables in the cafeteria were pushed together into one. No monk was seen. Everyone was sitting around the table eating breakfast.

I counted the number of people and found that there were two people missing.

One is Zhang Yixiao, maybe he is still sleeping.

One is the female college student with long hair.

About to notice my gaze, the short-haired girl raised her head, stared at me with her big round eyes, and said, "Why are you staring at me?"

Obviously, this girl regards me as a pervert.

I shrugged and said, "I'm just curious why your companion didn't come down."

She said: "It rained last night and I may have caught a cold. Xiaoman is still sleeping."

Our breakfast today is white porridge, steamed buns, stir-fried cabbage, and Yunnan pickled bamboo shoots. In addition to our group of tourists, there is another person I don’t know on the table. He is a middle-aged man with a thin body and red eyes.

, his hair is messy, his clothes are messy, and his behavior is weird. He picks up a pickled bamboo shoot, and then stares at the pickled bamboo shoot with his red eyes for a long time, as if to confirm whether there are any bugs hidden in the bamboo shoot, or whether there are any bugs inside.

Something clean before starting to eat.

Moreover, when he lowers his head to drink porridge, his blood-red eyes always like to roll up, looking at us new tourists, nervously, as if he is sick.

Therefore, a seat was automatically vacated on both sides of him, and no one wanted to sit with him.

I remember the fat monk said that there were three tourists who came before us. This middle-aged man with red eyes should be one of them. So where are the other two?

Maybe sleeping in too?

Indeed, for most urbanites, it is not important to have breakfast, but on the contrary, from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, breakfast is the most important part of the day.

Just like me, I understand this truth, but in different circumstances, people always react differently. Whenever I go back to my uncle's house in the countryside, I will get up very early and eat breakfast made by Aunt Liu on time.

, when I returned to Tianjin and the bustling metropolis, I couldn't help but follow the crowd and reintegrate into the vicious cycle of being unable to sleep at night and unable to get up in the morning.

While I was eating, I thought, could the person standing between the cliffs in the morning be one of the two remaining tourists?

When I was about to finish eating, I looked through the open door of the cafeteria and saw the fat monk putting incense into the large square cauldron in the center of the open space.

The fat monk's figure is a bit stooped, and what he inserted is a large incense stick about one meter high and as thick as an adult's thumb. This kind of incense is usually ordered in large temples where incense is strong. It is said that it costs

It burned for a whole day before extinguishing. I didn't expect that this remote ancient temple would also have this kind of incense.

Seeing that the fat monk finished serving the incense and seemed to disappear again, I quickly drank the last mouthful of porridge, wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt, and immediately walked out of the cafeteria, blocking the fat monk's path.

He looked at me without any fluctuation in his expression, nor did he speak.

The monks here are all weird. If the other monks make me feel like ghosts, then the fat monk makes me feel like someone between a real monk and a fake monk. His expression is not as peaceful as a real monk.

, not as impetuous as a fake monk, but somewhere in between, which is hard to see through.

I was the first to speak and said, "Master, I have something to ask you."

He said: "Donor, please speak."

I said: "I want to find someone."

The fat monk moved his eyebrows and said, "Everyone here is gathered in the temple. Who are you looking for?"

I said: "I heard someone say that there once was a Gu King in Qingyuan Town, and he is the one I want to find."

I don’t know what I said wrong, but I saw that the fat monk’s expression suddenly became distorted, as if I was a ghost. His eyes were bulging and he stared at me, and he stepped back step by step, his mouth was full of confusion.

Stop chanting the name of the Buddha.

I was stunned.

Did I ask something I shouldn't have asked?

This fat monk, if he knows, he says he knows, if he doesn't know, he says he doesn't know, why does he look like he's seen a ghost now?

I was just about to ask again when the fat monk finally stopped chanting the Buddha's name. He closed his eyes and said, "Young monk, I don't know." After saying that, without waiting for my reaction, he turned around and walked into the main hall.

have no idea?

This is simply a lie. If you really don’t know, is that appearance just now my imagination?

I knew there was something wrong with this matter, and I had to ask the fat monk for a clear answer, so he grabbed it with his front foot and entered the main hall. I was about to catch up with my back foot, but I was stopped by the bastard who came after him. He grabbed it with one hand.

Holding the steamed bun, he said: "What did you just say? Why did the old monk seem to have seen a ghost?"

I said, "Don't stop me, that monk ran away." When I turned around, I found that almost everyone else in the cafeteria was staring at me. When I turned around, they immediately pretended to be nonchalant and continued eating breakfast.

Everything is quiet, and the only sound is the noise of Xiao Meng: "I don't want to eat steamed buns, I don't want to eat cabbage, I want to eat KFC, I want to eat French fries..."

And the rich man complained: "I just said don't come to this kind of place. How can you eat this food? Today's teachers are more and more irresponsible. They let children have close to nature experiences... It's really a waste of my time."

I ignored the others and rushed into the hall with my dirty talk.

The main hall was already empty, but there was a passage leading to the back of the main hall, perhaps a place like a sutra hall. We followed the passage into the space behind and found that there was actually a back door. At this moment, the back door was covered with a cloak.

Obviously, the fat monk ran away from this place.
Chapter completed!