The three words "Keeping the Precepts Temple" seem to have been deeply wedged into Jiang Cheng's mind. There may be some meaning in it. Listening to the clamor of the monks just now, it seems that in this temple, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name is irrelevant, only eating meat and drinking can be considered merit.

Moreover... Jiang Cheng's face became deeper and deeper. He clearly heard the monk with a wretched cheek mentioned the word "Abbot" when he was forcing Monk Huicong.

His original words were: The host said that drinking and eating meat is a merit. Junior Brother Huicong, why don’t you cultivate merit? How can you drive away the demons of your heart without cultivating merit?

Jiang Cheng was curious that since drinking and eating meat is merit, then what is this so-called inner demon...?

The night became deeper and deeper, and no sound came from outside. The night was as quiet as if it was dead. Jiang Cheng thought about it and fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn outside.

But as soon as he got up, he realized something was wrong. He had passed that incident last night. After returning, he did not dare to relax his vigilance, so he finally leaned against the door and against the wall. But when he woke up this morning, he was actually lying flat on the bed, just like he had just fallen asleep last night.

There was also a fat man who was lying beside him and was sleeping soundly, but he clearly remembered that the fat man who came back at night slept in the corner.

Who is it?

Who moved their location?

The most terrifying thing is that they did not disturb them.

Jiang Cheng immediately walked to the back of the door and checked. The door was closed and there was a wooden plug in the back of the door.

Hearing a noise, the fat man got up in a daze. After seeing Jiangcheng, the fat man rubbed his eyes and then made a surprise voice: "Doctor, is your hands ready?"

At this moment, Jiang Cheng realized and then went to look at his left hand. Yes, he just stretched out his left hand to check the door bolt, and the broken bones of his left hand were actually restored to the same old state.

No, to be precise, there is no sign of injury at all.

"It has nothing to do with me. I just woke up like this." Jiang Cheng could not see any surprise on his face. Compared to his recovery, he was still more worried about the strangeness behind this matter.

After hearing Jiang Cheng's analysis of the changes in their positions after they woke up, the fat man also felt a little cold on his back, as if there were an invisible hand around him, quietly manipulating all this. After pausing, the fat man asked in a very small voice: "Is there a possibility that everything we experienced last night was just a dream, but...well... a very special dream, you should understand what I mean."

Jiang Cheng nodded, "What I mean is the kind of dream I encountered in Daotou Village."

“That’s it.”

It is obviously not convincing to guess here. The scene of Mr. Guan killing all over the world last night was deeply imprinted in the minds of the two of them. They decided to go to the building last night to take a look.

As long as you get there, it is clear whether it is a dream or not.

It was just dawn and there were not many monks outside. The two closed the door and rushed towards the building along the road they remembered last night. The more they walked on the road, the more they felt, the more they felt, because the road under their feet seemed to be acquainted, and they even remembered wherever they turned.

The most important thing is that Jiangcheng stopped in front of a stairs. This bluestone stairs are inconspicuous. If you have poor vision or are not familiar with the road, it is easy to trip.

That's right, Jiang Cheng tripped here last night.

Now that things have come, the fat man in Jiangcheng no longer has any fantasies. Everything that happened last night should have been true. The monks in the temple are all ridiculous people, a group of wine and meat monks, and there is no difference in the awe that monks should have.

They found the outside of the yard where the building was last night, but at this moment, the two were surprised to find that although the gate was open, two monks holding sticks stood outside the door.

Along the way, they passed by many courtyards and wing rooms of different sizes, but someone guarded them, and this was the first one. Besides... these two monks had rough physiques, thick eyebrows and big eyes, which made them difficult to mess with.

The fat man in Jiangcheng pretended to be passing by, then walked over curiously, but before he could approach the gate, he was stopped by the monk, "Two donors, please stop."

Although the monk looked polite, no one could hear the firmness in his voice.

Jiang Cheng didn't care, but just pretended to be curious and looked inside, "Master, what's the place inside? It looks so beautiful."

The monk on the left stood with a stick in one hand, and stood in front of his body with the other hand, and said with a strong voice: "Return to the donor's words, there is a merit hall inside, which is a place where the monks in this temple are meticulously studying Buddhism and practicing merit. Except for the monks in this temple, the rest of the people are inconvenient to enter."

After the soft and hard soaking, the fat man in Jiangcheng had to leave. After the distance was far enough, the fat man couldn't help but say: "What kind of Merit Hall? I think it's a big restaurant inside. If you see that there are no doctors and they don't let us in, there must be ghosts inside."

Jiang Cheng took the fat man without walking far away, but circled around the exterior wall of the yard. Soon after, they locked in a secluded location. There was a crooked tree next to the yard wall. They could climb the tree first and then jump over it.

But just as the fat man was halfway through and was thinking about where to stay, a voice suddenly came from not far behind him, "Two donors."

The sudden sound scared the fat man and Jiang Cheng suddenly turned around. The monk Huide came over with a few monks. The monks were carrying wooden barrels and several mops in their hands.

The fat man jumped out of the tree and looked at Huide and others who appeared like ghosts with an unnatural look on his face. Now he was almost caught.

As he approached, the monk Huide clasped his hands together and smiled as if he was smiling: "Two donors, what are you doing here...?"

"We're here to find someone, Master Huide." Jiang Cheng's expression was very calm, and he put his hands together and greeted him.

"Oh? Which master are you looking for?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head a little distressed, "We don't know, we didn't see this person's appearance clearly last night, but the monk in the temple was right."

"Is there anything wrong with the donor looking for him?" Huide asked again.

"That's right. When we saw the night was getting better, we thought of going out for a walk, but we didn't expect to get lost. We walked around here by chance. As a result, we happened to meet a master. The master was full of alcohol. Our brother was greedy and wanted to ask for a drink. But we didn't expect that the master turned around and fled into this yard. At that time, we heard that the yard was very lively, as if... it seemed that more than the master was drinking."

As soon as Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he saw a monk behind Huide couldn't hold his face, "Nonsense! Do you know where this place is? This is the merit hall of this temple, a place where you can study the supreme merits of Buddhism and practice it. How could it be... How could someone dare to do such a disrespect!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!