I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

After breakfast, Qiuli went out holding the spare umbrella in the cafeteria. She was bored in the room, and she planned to go to the main hall.

There is a Buddhist scriptures pavilion over there, and under the Buddhist scriptures pavilion is a random shop, which sells small objects that have been opened in the temple.

The temple opens at 6:30, and pilgrims who burn morning incense have already come in one after another.

Holding an umbrella, Qiuli walked along the bluestone road towards the main hall. At the main entrance, she saw seven or eight monks, surrounded by an old monk, and boarded a bus.

After entering Suiyuan Pavilion, I heard two Zhike monks chatting in my ears.

"The abbot is going to that evil construction site to chant sutras for salvation?"

"Isn't that right? This time the incident was quite serious, and the abbot was invited to do it himself. In my opinion, it's best not to go."

"The person who invited this person has a background, I can't shirk it, but how long has it been since our abbot has gone out?"

"I'm afraid it will be nearly ten years."

The two zhike monks chatted for a while and began to pack up the things in the house. One zhike monk turned his head and saw Qiuli, "This girl, the door is not open yet, and it officially opens at eight o'clock."

Qiu Li replied, "Master, can I go up to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to have a look? I'm the head chef who just arrived. I'm not idle. I want to go up and read a book."

"It's you, no wonder you look familiar, I seem to have seen you in the cafeteria this morning, you go up, the front hall is open."

Qiuli thanked her and walked up the wooden ladder next to her.

In the front hall are several rows of bookshelves, two tables for copying scriptures, and four chairs, placed by the window, and there is a door behind, which is locked with a large iron lock.

I found the interpretation of the scriptures of the "Lotus Sutra", took the scriptures, sat in front of the window, and started to read, and unconsciously, I read it. .

Suddenly hearing the noise below, she poked her head out and looked out the window. In the pattering rain, a tall monk carried a blood-stained old monk on his back and was striding towards the main hall. A monk holding an umbrella followed closely. by his side.

In addition, there were several monks rushing towards the back of the hall. These people came and left quickly. Qiuli saw their figures disappearing at the back of the hall, which was the residence of the abbot and other monks.

She put away the scriptures in her hand and went downstairs quickly. The two Zhike monks of Suiyuan Pavilion were standing at the door of the store, looking around with panicked expressions. A group of monks in front of the main hall had already begun to clear the place.

Qiuli couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you take him to the hospital?" She had seen clearly just now that the old monk was covered in blood, probably injured.

"It can't be cured in the hospital." The speaker was a strange thin monk, whose age could not be discerned. He had just walked from the side hall next to him, and when he heard Qiuli's question, he replied her.

"Uncle Li Chong." The Zhike monk greeted him politely.

"Why can't the hospital cure it?" Qiu Li was puzzled.

Monk Li Chong shook his head, "You don't understand." Without explaining, he took an umbrella from the Zhike monk, opened it, and walked into the rain.

Qiuli gritted her teeth, hating the person who played Jifeng the most and didn't tell the reason.

Fortunately, it was raining today, and there were few pilgrims. After about half an hour of clearing, only monks and staff were left in the whole temple. The heavy metal gate of the temple closed with a bang.

The temple was still as quiet as ever.

Qiuli stepped into the kitchen and started to prepare lunch. Fortunately, the temple does not eat after noon. After finishing this meal, today is considered as the completion of work.

If she's having dinner, just make her own portion.

The monks ate very fast, and they washed their dishes by themselves, but Qiuli was worried, so she asked to rinse the water again, and then put them into the disinfection cabinet uniformly.

I'm busy here, she was about to go back, suddenly a little novice ran over crying, Renyi grabbed his sleeve and asked him why, he wiped his tears and cried, "The abbot has passed away!"

The voice was astonishing, and Rende behind him suddenly exclaimed: "Then what should I do, Master?"

The little novice broke free from Renyi's hand and continued to run away, apparently in a hurry to report to someone.

Qiuli was taken aback, and looked at Rende and the others. The little faces of Renxin and Renyi beside him were panic-stricken, and the three young monks looked at each other.

Rende's face was pale, he glanced at Qiuli, and shook his head silently.

Seeing that they were unwilling to speak up or force her, Qiuli held up her umbrella and walked towards her courtyard.

The sparse monks that could still be seen on the road seemed to have been swept away at this moment. She walked all the way without meeting anyone.

There was the sound of bells ringing from the direction of the main hall.

She paused, turned a corner from the gate of the courtyard, and walked towards the main hall.

There are many voices coming from the quiet path at this moment.

In the black tower in the rain, the bells on the eaves of the tower still make crisp sounds in the wind and rain, and many monks in the hall on the other side are singing scriptures.

Among the many voices, Qiuli had a strange thought in her heart.

After a long detour, he walked along the path to the garden of Heita.

The black pagoda was originally in a remote corner of the garden. The young monk who had been guarding the gate in the past went back after the temple was cleared. It was originally only to prevent pilgrims from entering, but it was not fortified against the people of the temple.

Qiuli walked in through the small door and walked half a circle around the tower. She suddenly stopped, and the originally closed tower door on the back was actually open at the moment. After passing the rain curtain, a downward passage appeared in front of him.

This Longxi Temple has secrets.

And at this moment, the secret is likely to be hidden in the passage in front of him.

She hesitated for a moment, looked around, gritted her teeth, put away the umbrella, took out the wind lamp, and walked into the passage with a stoop.

Several movements were done in one go, and she walked down the passage without any time to worry.

There was no light in the passage, and after walking for nearly half an hour, the temperature in the ground gradually dropped.

The cold air hit, she shivered, Qiuli stopped, but luckily some of the clothes she bought before were left in the "carry food box", she took out a hoodie and put it on, and then she felt relieved A few points.

There were smooth stone walls on both sides of the channel. After stopping, the surroundings became more silent, and she heard the slight sound of water flowing.

The dream that had been forgotten last night resurfaced again.

This place is almost exactly the same as in the dream, she raised the lantern and looked around.

The soft and bright light of the wind lamp gave Qiuli a sense of security.

After walking along the passage for half an hour, there was some light ahead, and the wind gently brushed her hair. After walking a few more steps, her eyes suddenly opened up.

This was the end of the passage, and in front of her was an empty cave-like hall, with seven monks sitting on the floor of the hall with their backs to her.

They sat on the futons, and there was darkness in front of them, with bottomless depths. There was an oil lamp beside each of them. The flame of the oil lamp was weak, but it illuminated the entire cave with a gloomy atmosphere.

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