Chapter 63 Acquaintance
Zhao Yushu's heart trembled: "Master uncle, you, isn't this what you want to eat?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yushu raised his hand and slapped himself. Nonsense, who the hell wants to eat like this?
But why did the people in this temple do such a thing? Why did they do such a cruel thing to an old man? What did this old monk do wrong?
The old monk remained silent. Zhao Yushu hesitated for a moment and said, "Master uncle asked me to feed you. If you don't want to eat, I will go and tell Master uncle."
When the word "Uncle Master" came out, the old monk trembled even more. After listening to what Zhao Yushu said, the old monk sighed and said, "Hey."
Zhao Yushu hesitated. If he didn't feed them, would those evil spirits discover his identity? Then, in just a few seconds, he would become their food?
If you feed, force an old man, an old monk, to eat such a big bucket of lard rice, is it really something a normal person should do?
If I did this out of fear, would I still be myself?
With a bang, the wooden barrel was thrown aside. Zhao Yushu smiled and said, "Uncle Master, if you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Please wait here for a while. I'll be back soon."
Zhao Yushu ran down the mountain. The stench gradually faded, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Huijing was waiting at the foot of the mountain. When she saw Lao Zhao coming down, she was puzzled: "Why so fast?"
Lao Zhao took a few deep breaths and said, "I'm sorry, it stinks. I have to find something to cover my mouth and nose."
Hui Jing laughed: "So Hui Cheng threw this mess to you as soon as he had the chance. Then you go find it yourself. I won't accompany you, for fear that my uncle will have something to say."
"Brother, just go ahead."
The two said goodbye, and Zhao Yushu ran back to the monk's room according to his memory. He casually found a clean cloth and wet it with water. He didn't know what kind of temple this was. The monks were very casual. At this time, there were still people chatting in the monk's room.
Zhao Yushu looked carefully and saw that all the monks looked eerie and ghostly. He had no idea how big this temple was and how many people had been dragged in. He had only seen two of their kind so far, and one unlucky fellow was eaten as soon as he saw them.
However, there was another sweeping monk. I revealed my Buddhist name to him. If the sweeping monk wanted to cooperate, he would definitely find a way to find me in the monastery by tonight at the latest.
And during this day, I need to do something meaningful
Zhao Yushu borrowed a shovel from the vegetable garden and went back to the mountain. It was really hard to climb the mountain twice in a row without any cultivation. His legs hurt.
Holding his old waist, he walked to the top of the mountain. Zhao Yushu, who had covered his face with a wet cloth early on, prepared himself mentally, suppressed his nausea, opened the bamboo door, and then turned around and vomited.
Hearing the vomiting sound, the fat old monk seemed a little embarrassed: "Is it Huiming?"
"It's me, my uncle."
"It's inconvenient for me to move, it's a bit dirty"
Where is it a little dirty, my great-grandmaster
Zhao Yushu sighed, picked up the shovel and started to clean up the filth.
This is indeed not a job for a good young man in the new century. I don't know how long the filth has been accumulated, and it took a whole morning to clean it up. Of course, this is also related to the fact that Zhao Yushu has to vomit every few minutes.
I've already vomited out the contents of my stomach.
Unable to bear it any longer, Zhao Yushu apologized to his uncle and went back to the monk's quarters to lie down. Although he was extremely hungry, if he went to the canteen to eat now, he would definitely vomit again.
It was lunch time and Zhao Yushu was alone in the monastery. Zhao Yushu, who was resting with his eyes closed, felt that the light in front of him seemed to be dim. When he opened his eyes, a bald man was standing beside the bed.
Sweeper
"Hello, Junior Brother Huiming"
"Hello, Brother."
"Brother, why don't you call me by my Dharma name?"
This grandson actually tried to test me. If I hadn't seen you as completely clean without a trace of ghost in my eyes, I would have been scared by you. "Oh? Brother, have you found out your Dharma name?"
The sweeping monk laughed, looked around to see that there was no one, and sat down on the bed: "Damn, this damn place scared me to death!"
Fatty?
"Gao Xu?"
"You are, Brother Zhao?"
Looking at the thin and handsome sweeping monk in front of him, Zhao Yushu really couldn't combine with the greasy fat man, but he was really happy to meet an acquaintance. He patted the sweeping monk's flat belly and said: "You have a much better figure now. Do you want to consider staying and becoming a monk?"
Gao Xu looked bitter: "I spent so much money to eat this meat, and now it's gone. I feel a little sad."
Zhao Yushu gave a narrow smile: "Then I will take you to a place this afternoon, and maybe you won't feel sad after seeing it."
"This is not the place to talk. Brother Zhao, follow me." Gao Xu stood up and put his hands together, returning to his calm and composed demeanor.
Look at them, how professional they are. Unlike me, no matter what my status is, I always walk in a sloppy manner.
Following Gao Xu, the two came to the pagoda forest of the temple. I don't know what the head monks of this temple are thinking. As the most important place for the burial of the relics of the previous monks, it is overgrown with weeds. It is obvious that no one has cleaned it for a long time.
"No one will come here on weekdays, let's talk here." Gao Xu picked up a mound and sat down. Zhao Yushu didn't care and sat on the ground.
"Brother Zhao, have you found anything?"
"The monks in this temple usually look like monks, but once they find people like us pretending to be monks, they will instantly turn into man-eating ghosts. A person next to me had his heart dug out by a ghost and then was eaten. I have no cultivation and my body is definitely not able to withstand a single blow. I am even worried that even with cultivation, I still can't withstand it. How should I put it? I feel that this is a law of cause and effect. Do you understand what I mean?"
Gao Xu thought for a moment, then nodded: "Brother Zhao's words about the law of cause and effect are very good. Here, we must not reveal our identities, otherwise we will die, just in a different way."
"Different ways of death?" Zhao Yushu keenly grasped a key word
Gao Xu's eyes dimmed. "When I woke up this morning, a monk in the same dormitory called himself Yuanhai from Fenglin Temple. He asked where this place was and was swallowed by a ghost. The ghost's mouth instantly became as big as a water tank. Yuanhai died without even making a sound. That's when I vaguely realized that I had to hide my identity."
Yuan Hai was the junior fellow of Monk Yuan Zhen and one of the few acquaintances Zhao Yushu had in Longmen Temple. Zhao Yushu was saddened when he heard that Yuan Hai had passed away.
"But fortunately, as long as they are not exposed, these monks are no different from ordinary people, they just have strange personalities and bad tempers," Gao Xu tried to force a smile to comfort them.
"Brother Gao, can you find out which temple this is?" Time, place, characters, and main plot; these are the four elements of a novel. Now I only know one character, and I can't go any further. Zhao Yushu is a little distressed.
Gao Xu shook his head: "I only know that it is not in Longmen Temple anymore. The architecture is different from that of Longmen Temple. If there is a way to get out of the temple, maybe I can find out."
Zhao Yushu nodded: "You can try, although I don't think it will be that easy. Do you have any tasks assigned to you?"
Gao Xu thought for a moment and said, "Nothing, it was very casual. A monk just handed me a broom and asked me to sweep the yard, and no one asked me again."
Zhao Yushu showed an envious expression: "I got a big job"