"That vomiting of blood looks like a small fountain."
Suning responded vaguely, not daring to say more.
To say too much is bound to be wrong. He is not really a pure spring, so he doesn't know the weird things in the Discipline Academy.
The fat monk lowered his voice and said rather mysteriously: "I heard from Brother Ren that Jingde's death was not due to illness."
"But..."
He turned his head and looked behind him, and said with vigilance: "He was killed by a faithful steward."
Suning pretended to be shocked and covered her mouth, looking horrified.
The fat monk laughed and said: "Coward, weren't you so bold when you secretly inserted Xiao Huang's book in the scriptures? Now you know that you are afraid?"
"Hey, don't worry, the fire from the Discipline Academy won't burn our heads."
"Ren Jingde saw with his own eyes a good believer in charge of shopping in Baoshan City with a beautiful woman in his arms and a seven or eight-year-old girl in his arms."
"This kid is so bad that he secretly followed behind and recorded the video to threaten the believers and want to become an inner disciple."
"As you can see, as soon as the gossip started, something happened to Jingde."
"He speaks without restraint and has no brains. If he doesn't die, who will?"
The fat monk shrugged his shoulders and said with a disdainful expression: "If I were him, I would immediately transfer the video to Shanguo, who has a grudge against Shanxin."
"You can protect yourself wisely and be promoted at the same time."
"Isn't the plan of killing two birds with one stone more reliable than his plan of mantis blocking the car and overestimating one's ability?"
Suning smiled dryly and said, "That makes sense."
The fat monk asked suspiciously: "You have a cold? Why does your voice sound weird?"
Suning's heart felt cold, and she tried her best to imitate the original owner's voice and said: "My throat hurts, I guess I caught a cold."
The fat monk didn't take it seriously and said to himself: "Tomorrow is the resource distribution day, remember to queue up early."
"Don't be like last month. I went late and didn't catch anything. What's this?"
"Buddhism is such a big school, it actually deprives its disciples of their cultivation resources, and they are not afraid of being laughed at if they spread the word."
He cursed and muttered, full of resentment.
At three o'clock in the morning, another group of disciples guarding the mountain came to change the guard. Suning followed the fat monk named "Jingli" back to the wing to rest.
Eight people per room, the room is spacious and clean.
Suning pretended to be unwell and lay down early.
But even so, there are still clues discovered by those who are interested.
An experienced disciple with a mole on his right cheek put his head in and asked, "Jingquan, why don't you do your unbeatable homework before going to bed?"
"I was transferred to guard the mountain gate. For three years, your boy recited the Sutra of Infinite Life every night, which made people very noisy."
"Why did you feel cold today and forget about your lofty ideal of achieving Buddhahood?"
"Hey, I said you can't do this."
"Buddha Amitayus gave up his throne as the leader of the kingdom and became a monk. After a long period of time and continuous practice, he finally achieved fruition."
"If you spend three days fishing and two days drying nets like you, you won't be able to get what you want in the next life, and the life after that."
He obviously spoke in a lecturing tone, but he said with schadenfreude on his brows: "One person has achieved enlightenment, a chicken or a dog has ascended to heaven. Whether my brothers and sisters will be able to achieve the ultimate bliss depends entirely on you."
"Quickly, get up and continue reading scriptures."
"I'm born to be a cheap person. I can't fall asleep if I don't hear you chanting sutras before going to bed."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other people burst into laughter.
Suning huddled in bed and explained: "I have a severe headache. It doesn't matter if I miss a day. Bodhisattva won't blame me."
The mature disciple shouted: "No, Bodhisattva doesn't blame you, we blame you."
"Everyone is waiting for your lullaby to fall asleep. If you don't go to hell, who will?"
With that said, he stepped forward and lifted Suning's quilt, and said without refusal: "If you want to disturb others' dreams, then disturb others' dreams. If you want to rest early, rest early. Do you really think you are in charge?"
