Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 136 The Little Mouse
Morning chaos at Fukuzhao Temple.

The reason is that the monks who planned to prepare meals in the five-story pagoda found that all the animals kept in the back kitchen had run away.

It's not right to say that he ran away, he should have disappeared.

In the field of vision of the human monk, there was nothing in the empty corral. He hurriedly called others, and a monk who arrived after him hurriedly swept across the room, frowning.

The corral was in a mess, with blood splattered and animal hair all over the floor. It was not difficult to guess what happened inside.

Some... non-human things were eating their livestock in the dead of night.

The monk who came later took a casual glance and could still see a half-eaten chicken bone.

The monk who arrived later: ...What kind of thing has visited this place?
It doesn't matter if the ingredients raised in that way are gone, because the creatures that come to the kitchen to steal food are really picky, and they clean up all the meat, leaving only the leaves of ordinary vegetables stored in the refrigerator.

Looks a bit picky eater.

Quickly ordered to change the menu and replace the morning special dishes with normal vegetarian meals.

The monk who arrived later returned to the residence of the abbot of the temple and reported the situation.

The abbot nodded and asked, "Is this the only situation?"

Just as the monk was about to answer, someone knocked on the door again. The monk could only turn back and listen to the report at the door.

Then his face changed slightly, and he returned with an uneasy expression.

Abbot: "What's wrong?"

Monk: "In our monastery..."

Abbot: "In the temple?"

Monk: "I was caught by a thief!"

The abbot and the monk looked at each other. Through the latter's detailed description, the abbot roughly knew that not only some deformed animals kept in the kitchen were eaten up by "people", but also all consecrated objects placed in other places in the courtyard were lost.

The description of the loss is euphemistic. According to the description of the monks who kept coming to report, the entire warehouse was moved clean.

Clean, not even a shelf left.

The monk who reported was very flustered, and the scene he witnessed was beyond his cognition.

They didn't hear any movement at night, what kind of existence ability——

"It's okay." The abbot in the room said, his voice was quiet but calmed the hearts of other monks, "We have [——] protection."

A verse uttered in a strange tone, completely unwritten in any words.

The monks outside the door suddenly fell silent. They muttered the string of syllables, retelling them in a patchwork manner, almost copying and pasting their expressions.

The monks repeated it several times before they gradually dispersed, ending this absurd scene.

The monk who stayed inside the door felt a little worried at this moment: "Abbot, our ceremony today..."

The abbot twisted the purple-red Buddhist beads in his hand, calmly said: "It will be held normally."

"It's just a little mouse that got into the temple, it's nothing to be afraid of."

……

The tip of Baisu's nose was itchy. After rubbing it twice, he still sneezed.

An Xiangwen, who was watching the monks in Fuzhao Temple busy, turned his head: "Brother Bai has a cold?"

The human body does catch a cold, but Baisu has not simulated this step for the time being.

Although he looks very immature today, he just looks at it. With a physique like a curly-haired youth, it is no problem for him to knock down eight people.

Still one-handed.

Baisu touched the tip of his nose: "I feel like someone is scolding me."

An Xiangwen, who had been implicitly accused of cursing in the past, moved aside and squeezed into Wei Wenxue, who was sitting upright.

The flaxen-haired girl looked over with a speechless face: "Can you two sit still, everyone else is watching!"

They are now sitting in a large hall, sitting on the ground, with futons under their bodies.

An hour ago, many tourists who stayed overnight in Fuzhao Temple were ushered in for breakfast. Unlike yesterday's sumptuous dishes, the meals served on the table today are much simpler, even a bit crude.

An Xiangwen slowly put out a question mark: "The temple can't afford it?"

Baisu didn't pick much, just stretched out his chopsticks to eat.

He knew the reason why the food suddenly became crude, after all, the rest of the ingredients were in his stomach.

Seeing that Baisu didn't send yesterday's reminder, An Xiangwen felt relieved to eat.

Then they were led to other places, and the way they walked... An Xiangwen felt that it was a bit like the map he had seen in the morning.

For example, turn left here, then turn right, continue straight, and turn right at the second fork—all roads are exactly the same.

Then why, why does Brother Bai know the map?
An Xiangwen has the impression that there is no floor plan of Fuzhao Temple on the Internet, and the guidelines hanging in the temple only indicate the areas that tourists can visit.

Human beings raised their heads, and some colorful flags were hung above the temple, and the lively atmosphere belonging to the puja began to play out.

There was a voice coming from the direction near the mountain gate. Facing the tourists’ questions, the monk explained: “That’s the rest of the tourists who are going to participate in the puja. Don’t worry, benefactors, you will be inside the hall, and they can only be outside the hall.”

The difference between inside and outside the main hall calms people down, and it is obvious that the inside of the hall can further enjoy the blessings brought by the blessing ceremony!
Baisu: Human beings have such simple ideas.

After that, they were arranged to sit in the hall, with futons sitting on both sides one by one, and a small incense candle in front of each person, probably to let them light it later.

The middle part of the hall is completely vacant, which seems to be a space reserved for religious affairs.

The tall statue facing the temple gate was covered with an opaque yellow cloth. It should have been hung up in the morning, but it was not last night.

Why hang up?For the sake of the human mind?

Baisu rested her chin and lowered her eyes boredly.

I don't know how long it will be until the Fa conference starts..."Ah Choo."

Baisu sneezed again.

He sat up straight and looked around.

Basically, all the tourists don't know each other, and he doesn't really stand out, so no one should say bad things about him, unless it's... people from the temple.

In the distance, the gate of Fuzhao Temple was slowly closed with the push of the monks. After the door was closed, the latch was placed on it, completely isolating the space inside and outside the temple.

Those tourists standing outside the temple soon heard the sound of wooden fish knocking and the sound of monks reciting scriptures.

It's just that the scriptures are not any of the ones they usually hear.

As the walking team approached, the sound of chanting became louder, and everyone's thoughts became empty.

The behavior of the people around Baisu was particularly obvious, one second they were chatting quietly, and the next second they stopped talking, turned their heads back, and faced the palace door.

Baisu followed the gourd painting ladle and turned back together.

Walking in the front of the team were a few human monks, who were chanting words dully and knocking on the wooden fish again and again. In the middle of the team were the highly respected abbot and his two cronies behind him.

The abbot is very old, his face is wrinkled, his eyes are narrowed when he smiles, his eyebrows are raised, and his deliberately long eyebrows hang down from his temples.

The monk behind him is holding something, which is also covered with an opaque yellow cloth. Judging from the shape, it seems to be something long and narrow.

The team finally marched to the front of the temple gate, the monks in front retreated, and the abbot led the people to step in.

"Gudu."

The sudden sound of swallowing saliva appeared next to his ears, and the abbot of Fuzhao Temple squinted his eyes and glanced to the sides, but found nothing except those pilgrims who had been bewitched.

The sound just now was probably just his illusion.

(End of this chapter)