I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

After listening to the gossip, Qiuli wrote down the name of the construction site in question, and it was getting late.

At the gate of the temple, the "passport" was shown, and he walked in under the envious eyes of the pilgrims.

Qiuli wandered to the bottom of the nine-story pagoda, where there was a small door with big characters: Pilgrims please do not enter.

Qiuli thought for a while, she was not a pilgrim, she showed her pass, the young monk at the door glanced, "This layman, you can go in and have a look, don't go into the tower."

"Okay, I'll take a turn and leave."

Do as the Romans do, when the task is not clear, Qiuli will not make trouble by herself.

The body of the pagoda is black, and there are golden bells hanging on each corner of the pagoda, which is quite beautiful. Qiuli raised her head, and the sound of the bells could be heard in her ears, and further away, the sound of monks chanting sutras.

She circled the tower clockwise. The body of the tower was also refurbished. The door of the tower was tightly closed, so she didn't know what was inside.

She clasped her hands together, imitating the movements of the pilgrims, bowed, and then walked to the small gate, thanked the young monk, she found a shortcut, went back to her own small courtyard, the trees in the temple were lush, although It's summer, and it doesn't feel hot.

Qiuli opened the door and looked at the other rooms. Until now, she hadn't seen anyone coming in or out, and she didn't know if she was the only one living in this yard.

I don't feel it during the day, but now that the sky is getting darker, I still feel a little panicked.

She looked at the sun. Under the setting sun, the entire courtyard was dyed golden. Those yellow walls in the courtyard had an inexplicable sense of mystery. Qiu Li looked at the reflection of the glazed roof and heard some birds flapping their wings in the forest. , Even the birds are going home.

While Qiuli was feeling emotional, she saw little chubby Renyi walking in panting carrying a food box, and seeing Qiuli standing at the door, a smile appeared on her chubby face.

"Master Qiu, you are at home. This is the dinner my master asked me to deliver. I came over at noon today, but I didn't find you. You eat first. I'll come back in an hour to bring back an empty bowl."

Renyi was a bit of a chatterbox, and said a long series of words in one breath.

Qiuli was taken aback, and quickly reached out to catch the food box, "Thank you, little master Renyi, I will take it to the kitchen tomorrow morning, it's late, don't come here to get it."

"Hey, okay, Master Qiu, then I'll go back first."

Qiuli smiled and waved her hands.

Master Zhiguang is not bad, although the monks don’t eat after noon, he also takes into account that it’s his first day here and he hasn’t gotten used to the dining habits in the temple.

Qiuli returned to the house and opened the food box. Inside was a steamed bun, a piece of lettuce, and a bowl of porridge.

It’s refreshing to eat this in summer, Qiu Li washes her hands, the door is open, the evening breeze blows, she drinks porridge and bites into steamed buns, and suddenly she has a sense of belonging to this temple.

An adult orange cat poked its head to the door, but did not come in. It yelled and stared at the steamed bun in her hand. Qiuli grabbed a small piece and threw it at its feet. The orange cat sniffed it. Sniff, bite on it, turn around and run away.

"Don't run away, there are more."

Before the words were finished, the orange cat was gone, Qiuli smiled helplessly, and ate what was in her hand.

Not long after, the night had begun to cover the entire courtyard, and several flying insects crashed in and danced around the table.

Only then did Qiuli close the door. The door had been open for so long and no one had passed by. It seemed that she was indeed the only one in this courtyard.

Turning on the light, the indoor light was warm and yellow, driving away a trace of desolation. Qiuli sorted out the things she bought today, changed the pillow towel and quilt cover, and found two Buddhist scriptures beside the bed when she was making the bed.

He lowered his head and looked through the scriptures. The "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" and "Lotus Sutra" are very old. It seems that the previous owner has read them a lot.

Qiuli put away the scriptures and put them on the table.

After washing, lie down on the bed and put down the mosquito net.

After looking through the phone for a while, he turned off the light and fell asleep in a daze.

In a trance, she found herself standing in the dark.

Alone, she touched the surrounding area. This place is a passage with smooth stone walls on both sides, and the front is very empty.

She began to walk straight along the passage, and walked for a long time without seeing the end.

I don't know how long it took before she heard a mournful cry in her ears, and her heart was instantly filled with sadness and anger. She squatted down and heard the underground river flowing, and countless voices were chanting the same scripture...

When you look at the body of the Buddha, it is born from hundreds of thousands of billions of merits, its appearance is solemn, and its light is shining brightly...

Qiuli struggled to wake up from the dream. The room was pitch black, and the fluorescent display of the watch showed that at 3:40 in the morning, she turned over and wanted to continue sleeping. Fragments of the dream kept flashing, and her brain became more and more awake. The sound of beating drums and bells came from the direction of the main hall.

She sighed, get up.

It was still early, after changing clothes and washing, she opened the door.

The stars are dotted outdoors, and the street lamps emit a lonely light in the shade of trees.

She put on her new sneakers, stretched her limbs, and decided to go for a run outside.

The air in the early morning is probably the freshest moment of the day. The climbing flowers on the wall are blooming brightly. Before she knew it, she ran to the edge of the pagoda. The black pagoda stood like a tall monster in the dark night. In the garden.

The bells made a crisp sound with the wind. She liked to hear the sound during the day, but now she heard it in her ears, and she felt a little irritated, wishing to go up and take them off.

In the distance, monks were rushing towards the main hall one after another. She looked down at her watch. It was 04:30, and it was time for dinner at six. She hurried back to her hut and took a casual shower.

When they arrived at the kitchen, the three young monks were already waiting at the door, Zhiguang was not there, it seemed that he had returned to his hometown.

Qiuli glanced at the time. It was five o'clock, but fortunately, she was not late.

The breakfast is simple, just make steamed buns, boil millet porridge, and serve with two kinds of pickles.

There is a cooking machine in the kitchen, and Qiuli has prepared the flour ratio. Eggs are forbidden in temples. If you want steamed buns to taste delicious, you have to consider the ratio.

After the flour was kneaded, Qiuli started to make steamed buns, and the three young monks were not idle, cooking porridge, cleaning, including going to the cafeteria, opening the windows for ventilation, and tidying up the tables and chairs.

The chubby porridge cook was standing in front of the stove, sweat dripping down his face.

"Renyi, have you been in the temple since you were a child?"

Qiuli chatted casually with him.

Renyi's eyes lit up, he was not familiar with Qiuli, and no one spoke, so he held back his silence.

Now it was Chef Qiu who spoke first, and he replied without thinking, "My master picked me up, the three of us picked it up, and threw it at the gate of the temple."

Qiuli paused and glanced at him. He didn't care, as if he wasn't talking about himself.

"A few of the children who entered the temple were not abandoned by their families." Renyi explained himself, and then laughed, "Master Zhiguang treats us very well, I am full every day."

This child is optimistic by nature, Qiu Li smiled, "Why did your master Zhiguang go back to the countryside suddenly?"

"Renyi, come here and help me." Rende stood at the door of the kitchen, stared at Renyi with a broom in his hand and shouted, interrupting their conversation.

Renyi was taken aback, and glanced at Qiuli, who nodded, "I'll watch the fire."

Looking at the back of Renyi going out, Qiuli was thoughtful, Rende had been at the door for a while, after all, he was only a young man, he still didn't know how to hide the sound of his footsteps.

So, is there something strange about Master Zhiguang's return to his hometown?

The weather in summer is always unpredictable. The early morning glow has just painted the eastern sky, and the clouds are getting thicker and thicker. By the time the monks finished their morning classes and came to have breakfast, the raindrops had already fallen...

Wait for the follow-up, Xiaozuo is in the codeword...