The white dog jumped up and down, as soft as spring-loaded cotton.
The human monk climbed up to the top floor one by one, while the white dog stopped on the fourth floor.
It easily identifies which direction it is looking for in the kitchen.
Without him, the alluring smell of food comes from there.
I don’t know if the people in the temple have absolute confidence in their guards, so they put a lock on the kitchen door without any obstruction.
After confirming that there was no human presence inside the door, the white dog squeezed into the crack of the door and squeezed in with a long flat piece.
It saves trouble for a while and restores the crematorium.
The white dog with a relatively independent consciousness lay flat on the floor. It straightened its flat body tremblingly and began to think about how its own body made itself.
Anyway, after going through some hardships, Bai Quan probably returned to his original state.
I won’t repeat the process. Judging from the white fluff stained everywhere at the kitchen door, it took a long time.
The white dog shook its fur, swept its tail with its tail, cheered up and walked inside.
The kitchen built on the fourth floor of the tower contained a strong smell of blood, and the walls on the chopping board were splattered with red dots.
Canine sight is very short, and white dogs can only see vaguely.
This is not a place where fast food is cooked, this is a slaughterhouse.
The white dog was incompatible with the surrounding environment. Surrounded by the smell of rust, it came deep into the kitchen.
Pushing open the unlocked wooden door, one enters into several corrals.
There are strange animals behind the closed fence door. The white dog can judge that the one closest to it is a "chicken" based on its own memory.
If the chicken looks like this...will it be delicious?
The white dog jumped lightly and grabbed the top of the corral.
The canine's furry head rested there, and it looked down.
Most of the chickens in the pen look similar to those on the dinner plate during the day. The only difference is the color...oh, and the agility of the eyes.
It doesn't look like a common chicken in the human world at all. It looks like a chicken that has been slaughtered, chopped off the head along the neck, and removed the limbs.
There is no hair yet, just a bare patch.
The chickens in the pen did not know that danger was coming. They gathered in twos and threes in the corral.
If Bai Quan read it correctly, there was even a roasted chicken...the chicken was wearing a little bow tie.
White Dog:?
It didn't understand, but it was greatly shocked. It felt that it was being pinched very freely by the main body and even had a pair of eyes. But can a chicken still wear a bow tie?
The chicken wearing a bow tie also stood on its legs in a unique way, squealing among the chickens, as if giving a speech.
The white dog stared down for a while, and when the chicken in a bow tie finished speaking, he stepped on the fence gate and jumped in.
When a dog joins a flock of chickens, the chickens will fly and the dogs will jump.
The white dog took a bite of chicken feathers... Oh no, the chickens here only have meat and no feathers. He could swallow a whole chicken in one bite and half of the bow got stuck between his teeth.
I still remember that the chicken in the bow tie tried to make a shrill crowing sound before it died. Fortunately, its mouth was quick and it strangled everything in the cradle.
So how does a chicken crow without even a beak?
Bai Quan couldn't spit it out for a long time, and finally had to swallow it.
It tastes terrible, it just tastes like cloth.
In the next few corrals containing pigs, cows, sheep and other animals, he followed the same pattern, clinging to the fences to observe their strange appearances, then climbing in and eating them all.
There was some resistance in the middle, but it didn't matter. All resistance was useless and was easily suppressed by it.
They are ingredients, ingredients to be served on the table.
White dogs just make them die earlier.
At the end of the meal, the white dog lay down on the aisle between the stalls on both sides and burped.
It’s delicious, and it is indeed the food that I miss!
The white dog licked his canines and walked out as if taking a walk after dinner.
As for what will happen if someone discovers this place the next day?
It doesn't know that it is an innocent dog sent by the main body.
What bad intentions can a dog have? It just comes for a late night snack.
…
The fourth-floor kitchen in the five-story tower was the only confirmed target tonight.
If Bai Su came out on his own, he would probably go back to his room after eating.
But what was released tonight was a relatively independent clone. Without the mandatory instructions of the main body, the white dog climbed all the way along the cliff.
The monks descending the steep steps only felt a chill on their heads. Looking up, they could only see various plants growing on the cliff.
And there are specks of white among the vines that look black at night.
"Will the plants in our temple bloom?" a monk asked strangely.
"Who knows, they are all wild varieties, maybe they will bloom." The others were not interested in chatting.
The white dog, which was considered to be a certain type of flower, sneezed humanely, thinking that the main body was thinking of it.
Then it climbed over the wall and fell into the back of a courtyard.
The room in front was dimly lit, and people were walking back and forth inside.
The white dog leaned down and walked under the eaves, and was about to leave the confines of the house. It heard the humans inside talking.
"Have they all fallen asleep?"
"Abbott, we have sent people to inspect, and all the tourists are asleep." The speaker paused, "Those who fell on the ground were also helped to bed. There should be no difference when they wake up tomorrow."
The voice of the person called the abbot was old, and he suppressed the desire in his heart: "The number of people... is not enough. Let some tourists come in tomorrow morning."
The other person said yes. Bai Quan was just trying to hear if they wanted to talk about tomorrow's Dharma gathering. Unexpectedly, the abbot of the temple changed the topic.
"Has the pilgrim who fainted this afternoon recovered?"
"No, he has been in a state of unconsciousness."
"his friends?"
"Please go to the five-story tower for dinner. You should be asleep now."
"..." The old man pondered for a moment, "Bring him to the hall together tomorrow and see if that adult can save him."
Bai Quan was curious about who that adult was.
It thought about the statues of sexual freedom in several halls in its main body memory.
It’s so ugly. Can it really save people?
The memory of the original body also told it that there was definitely something wrong with the people who built the temple, but after walking around Fuzhao Temple for a short time, except for the animals that looked wrong, the rest of the monks were all humans.
Bai Quan couldn't understand, so he just tilted his head, then squatted under the eaves and wagged his tail.
The exchanges between humans in the room continued. The white dog could smell a delicious smell, but it was just on the surface. It had no interest in eating humans.
What's more, it feels like the people in the room are important figures in tomorrow's puja.
The old abbot gave many instructions, and as the time gradually approached late at night, another monk asked him if he wanted to rest.
"Rest? No, that gentleman wants to get together with the pilgrims in their dreams tonight."
"Hope all of them have a nice night in their dreams."
(End of chapter)
