Opening the ajar door, Li Fuguang did not step in rashly, but pressed the light switch.
Suddenly, the room became brighter.
There was no one on the bed facing the door, but the bedding was messy and there was sticky white stuff on the bed. The fishy smell and sweat odor came from here.
Although he had expected it, Li Fuguang was still so shocked by this disastrous scene that he shut down his computer on the spot.
"Holy shit, shit, shit, shit! What the hell is this!"
Damn it, she clearly tucked in the quilt before leaving!
I can’t have this bed anymore!
I can’t keep this house anymore!
too disgusting!
Li Fuguang immediately retched against the door and began to check the situation of the room after retching.
She arrived too late, the culprit was no longer there, leaving her with only a ruined bed.
Not meeting those monks head-on was the best outcome she had expected, but now she desperately hoped that the monks would boldly stay in this room so that she could vent her anger and disgust!
He rolled up the bed and sheets and threw them to the ground. Li Fuguang also stepped on them several times.
After calming down, Li Fuguang silently walked to the door, turned off the light and locked the door, and then sat down cross-legged on the futon beside the bed.
The speculation about the volunteers can also be confirmed. It was only her first day here, but those monks were so bold, breaking into her room at night, leaving traces of her presence even after they didn't find her. It was obvious that they were emboldened.
She accidentally avoided those monks, and even if she didn't avoid them and bumped into them head-on, she wouldn't look down on them.
But those previous volunteers may not have such good luck.
I was afraid that something would happen to me while I was sleeping in bed.
I just don’t know whether these female volunteers were brutally killed or threatened not to call the police.
If she were the abbot, she would definitely choose a safer way. It would be best if these volunteers never speak!
Li Fuguang tightened his grip on his speculation. All the monks in this temple were terrible!
I wonder if those novice monks were involved?
Li Fuguang suddenly thought of that lively and cheerful debate machine.
He also complained to her at noon that the volunteers were unwilling to work and left after only a few days of work.
From this point of view, those novice novices of the Bianzi generation should be excluded from the main power level, and they will not be candidates for the golden Arhat, right?
Li Fuguang suddenly thought about this. Those people in the Golden Arhat couldn't possibly be looking for a needle in a haystack like volunteers, right?
Isn’t it just right to be a little novice who has been brought up since childhood without a father, mother or support?
In particular, Li Fuguang noticed that these young novice monks were much taller than their peers. This was not the growth rate that vegetarians should have.
The more I thought about Li Fuguang, the more likely it seemed that those who had killed a thousand people would not even let children go. They raised them with their own hands and buried them in the cement with their own hands. They were really cruel to the core.
…
Five o'clock in the morning.
Facing the faint light, a man and a woman in sportswear walked up the steps step by step, holding hands.
"Honey, how long will it take?"
The pretty woman pursed her lips and asked the tall man next to her unhappily.
During the National Day holiday, her husband insisted on dragging her to this Fanyun Temple to offer incense, and he had to get up very early.
She stayed up late last night reading horror novels and didn't sleep at all. Now she was forcing herself to climb up.
The tall man was in high spirits. Hearing his wife's question for an unknown number of times, he replied cheerfully: "Come on, you can see the palace gate after climbing over the small slope."
When the charming woman heard that she was finally there, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and moved her legs up harder.
The tall man smiled and held his wife's hand tighter.
As police officers, they don't have much time to relax during the National Day, so of course they have to go out and walk around when they have time.
Although his wife said she didn't want to go, she still accompanied him.
When he enters the palace later, he must burn incense with his wife for the first time!
After climbing over the hill, the couple raised their heads to see if the "legendary" main entrance of Fanyun Temple was that grand.
But the densely packed "figures" standing there startled them.
The charming woman was shocked and even screamed.
The tall man put his arms around his wife and protected her behind him.
Not to mention his wife, he was frightened half to death when he saw such vague things off guard.
"Is it human? Is there anyone earlier than us?"
After overcoming the momentary fright, the charming woman regained the courage she had gained from immersing herself in horror novels for many years, and stuck out half her head to ask her husband.
The tall man's face was ugly, but his professional acumen made him realize that something was wrong.
These figures had not moved since they saw them, and their postures were weird, very much like the Buddha statues he had seen on TV...
The tall man asked his wife to stay where she was, and turned on the flashlight that came with his cell phone to shine forward.
The moment the light shone on those "figures", the golden light was immediately reflected back, and the couple's eyes widened in horror.
This, what are these? ? ? ! ! !
"Honey, there's a big case!"
…
Six o'clock in the morning.
This morning the debater was not woken up by the usual bell, but by a noisy shout.
Opening his eyes drowsily, Bianji seemed to hear the anxious shouts and hurried footsteps of the senior brothers outside the door.
"Go! Go tell the abbot! The Arhat Hall has been stolen! All the Arhats have been stolen!"
"How could this happen?!"
…
Bianji was shocked. The Arhat Hall was stolen? !
He quickly got out of bed and opened the door, and Senior Brother Yuanshun ran by outside the door.
Bian Ji hesitated for a moment. Senior Brother Yuanshun never liked him, so he had better not appear in front of him.
But when he didn't go out, Yuan Shun saw him first.
Yuanshun turned abruptly and ran towards him.
Bian Ji was a little nervous and shrank subconsciously.
Yuanshun slapped Bianji on the shoulder and ordered loudly: "You and those junior brothers, please don't go to the front hall in the morning. If you have nothing to do, just stay in the room with me!"
"But--"
Bian Ji wanted to retort. It was so chaotic outside and the Arhat Hall was even stolen. How could he stay in the room and do nothing? !
Yuanshun pushed him in impatiently,
"No but! If you ask again, I will punish you by copying Buddhist scriptures!"
After saying that, Yuanshun ran away in a hurry.
Bian Ji's hanging right hand was clenched into a fist, tightly clenched.
Here we go again, Senior Brother Yuanshun always has this attitude, as if he is not his junior brother, but a dispensable handyman!
Even Sister Fuguang, the volunteer who came just yesterday, cares more about him than those so-called senior brothers and masters!
After a while, he sighed, closed the door, ignored the other novice monks, and lay down on the bed alone.
No matter what happened, even if everyone in the temple died, he would not care anymore.
