Only then did the monk belatedly walk out of the room. He was also wearing clothes, but his eyes were sleepy and his expression was very casual. He was talking to himself as he walked:

"Why did the Bodhisattva appear again?"

"I don't know..."

"Dear donors, the ground is wet and cold. I sincerely ask you not to kneel on the ground for too long! Bodhisattva does not want to see you hurting your body because of kneeling for too long!"

Apart from the monks, there were only three Taoists standing.

Lin Jue looked up at the Bodhisattva statue without blinking.

The fox stared at the altar below.

Lin Jue lowered his gaze and followed the fox.

"Three Taoist priests, please go back and rest. It's still a long time before dawn." The fat monk came over to persuade him with a smile. "Although they are all under the jurisdiction of Tian Weng, after all, Buddhism and Taoism are two different families. The three Taoist priests are standing here.

If you don’t salute, I’m afraid you won’t feel at ease, right? If you do, I’ll probably feel even more uncomfortable.”

It makes sense and is quite considerate.

The three of them looked at each other, turned around and walked back.

Seeing a flash of white on the horizon, the junior sister did not go back to her room, but went to the rooms of her two senior brothers.

The room was not big, and there were no tables and chairs. The two senior brothers were sitting on the bed, and the younger junior sister was sitting on the futon on the floor, hugging the increasingly pale fox, looking up at the two senior brothers.

"Junior brother, what did you see?"

"There is no Buddhist aura, but there is some aura. It looks familiar. It should be a kind of opera. Although I don't know it, I still feel that it has some similarities with the seventh brother's opera." Lin Jue said after thinking, looking down.

The little junior sister and Fox raised their eyes and raised their heads, "Fuyao's ears are very good. There is probably some mystery under the altar or in the statue."

"Senior brother, I think so too."

"These monks..."

"Of course I'm looking for money."

"Most likely." Lin Jue said, but his brows were furrowed, "Senior brother, do you know what I saw in the next room?"

"Is it what I thought?"

"It should be about the same. Several warriors have a lot of resentment, and when they see me, they bite, chop and chop me."

While talking, the fox suddenly turned his head and looked outside.

There were slight footsteps disappearing outside.

Was heard?

The three of them looked at each other in confusion again.

As expected, it didn't take long for the fat monk to arrive. At this time, his face was still a little dark, but his face lacked the gentle expression that made him look like yesterday.

The monk is also very direct.

"Taoist priests, let me tell you the truth. This is indeed not a Bodhisattva apparition. It is just a drama directed and performed by ourselves. The purpose is just to make money. Since the Taoist priests have seen through it with their discerning eyes, I hope they can stay with us for the night.

For the sake of giving me food and drinks for a night, I can, I can..."

The monk seemed to find it difficult to say:

"Well, I hope I won't explain it to outsiders. Of course we'll be grateful and we'll give you some silver as a gift."

After saying that, he looked at a few people.

Lin Jue and his junior sister reacted in sync.

Such a difficult decision to make and such a difficult thing to say is naturally passed on to the senior brother.

The junior sister looked serious, not knowing what she was thinking.

Lin Jue was thinking about the remnant souls next door.

"Master, don't worry, we Taoists rarely talk too much. Besides, we are lazy and don't like to cause trouble." The third senior brother said cheerfully, and I don't know whether it was true or not. "If no one asks us about it, we will naturally not talk too much."

It’s nonsense, but if someone asks, we don’t like to lie, but the Master will understand this.”

When the monk heard this, his expression changed slightly.

The third senior brother then quickly smiled and said: "Master, don't worry, we came from Yixian County and stayed for one night. We will go back at dawn. Master, this temple is so remote that no one will ask questions about us."

"What if I ask?"

"Taoists don't lie." The third senior brother said, looking at his expression, and seeing that he was getting more serious, he suddenly grinned, "I had no choice but to keep silent."

"call……"

The monk breathed a sigh of relief.

So he took out a red cloth package from his arms, spread it out with one hand, and untied it with the other hand. Inside was a few pieces of honeycomb silver that were tied around the waist - he just kept silent and did nothing, but it was worth so much.

Ten taels of silver.

"What we are here to ask for is the wealth of the local rich, and we have also done things to help the poor. These Taoist priests are capable, and they are worthy of seeing each other. A little thought is not disrespectful, so I ask the Taoist priests to accept it."

"..."

But the third senior brother pushed away: "Master has already allowed us to stay here for the night, and he also gave us free meals. What else can we ask for? It's enough."

The monk couldn't help but raise his head and stare at him.

It's like seeing if he is real or fake.

The third senior brother smiled and did not shy away from it.

"That would be great." The monk smiled and said, "We are also willing to be friends with the Taoist Priest."

"polite."

"Resign."

As soon as the monk left, the three of them continued to look at each other.

The expression of the third senior brother also calmed down.

Slowly the sky dawned.

At dawn, before the pilgrims in the temple left, poor people from nearby areas came. When they heard that the Bodhisattva had appeared again last night, they all took out their money and made offerings to the Bodhisattva, asking him to bless them.

I don’t know how these monks are able to maintain the illusion that they don’t like money, while at the same time making people willing to empty their wealth. Perhaps it is precisely by maintaining this illusion that they can achieve this.

The three of them watched from a distance, expressionless.

soon--

The monk brought them breakfast.

Breakfast was rather sumptuous. In addition to three bowls of porridge, there was also a plate of steamed buns with vegetarian fillings and a plate of pickles.

The third senior brother and the younger junior sister did not move their chopsticks, but looked at Lin Jue.

Lin Jue decisively picked up the bowl, took a sip of the porridge first, savored it carefully, and then tasted the steamed buns and pickles.

There is nothing wrong with white porridge, but the poison is in the vegetables.
Chapter completed!