After a house full of cannon fodder read my voice, the whole family went crazy.

The Qiao brothers looked at each other.

They all didn't understand why their grandmother suddenly remembered the rumors about Master Hongzhen.

General Chen took advantage of the situation and asked, "Whatever your wife wants to say, just say it."

"The night is long and I don't want to sleep, but I can kill some time."

Qiao Jingchen took her cloak, put it on the futon in the meditation room, and helped Mrs. Qiao sit down.

The night is as cool as water, and the gentle breeze has relieved the autumn dryness a little.

But everyone felt a chill on their bodies for no reason, and the cool breeze seemed to have a bit of a sinister air.

Mrs. Qiao tightened her cloak tightly, thought about it for a moment and then said, "I heard about a public case before."

"The eldest son of Feng Guogong in the east of the city once came to Fulong Temple to offer incense and received a sermon from Master Hongzhen himself. After his enlightenment, he was delighted to become a Buddhist. He once wanted to become a monk immediately."

"Only after being persuaded by Master Hongzhen, I temporarily stayed in the temple. However, I haven't returned home for three years. He..."

In the middle of Madam Qiao's words, when everyone was listening in rapt attention, Master Hongzhen's face suddenly appeared in front of their eyes.

That handsome, almost demonic face, flickering in and out of light under the firelight, looked extremely eerie.

"Ah! Drink!"

Qiao Jingchen couldn't hold back and shouted.

He almost swung his sword again.

"Amitabha."

Master Hongzhen put his hands together and saluted: "The young monk just came here on night patrol. Hearing that old donor Qiao seemed to be telling a story, he wanted to come and listen. I didn't want to scare everyone. It's not the young monk."

Qiao Jingchen was still patting her chest and had no intention of paying attention to this "demon monk".

Mrs. Qiao felt like someone was talking behind someone's back, but she was caught red-handed.

Her mind changed slightly and she said with a smile: "Master, I am telling my grandson and father-in-law about your profound attainments in Buddhism, and there are examples to prove it."

Master Hongzhen said: "People in the world have different levels of understanding of Buddhism, but many of them are just rumors that exaggerate the abilities of young monks and cannot be accurate."

Old General Chen also spoke at the right time: "I have also heard that Prince Feng was enlightened and received the Buddha's grace after listening to the sutra."

"It just so happens that I, the general, and Feng Guogong have been old friends for many years, and it is fate that we came to your temple."

"I wonder if I can meet Prince Feng, so that I can understand the pain of longing for Duke Feng and his wife?"

Master Hongzhen's smile did not diminish, but he became a little apologetic.

"Unfortunately, the Crown Prince has made great progress in practicing Buddhism recently and is in retreat for enlightenment. When the sun comes out, I can see you, General Chen."

The noise outside had long since awakened Qiao Wanshu.

She just stood by the window and looked out, complaining one sentence after another in her heart.

[What kind of retreat has already entered the stomach and intestines and gone to the place where the grains are reincarnated. 】

[Oh, yes, I am still somewhat involved. It should be hung in the ice cellar in the temple. When you want to eat dried meat, you can slice it into pieces. 】

[I don’t know when someone will discover his remains. 】

Everyone felt their stomachs churn when they heard this.

Suddenly, a "wow" sound was heard as Mrs. Chen leaned against the door and vomited out all the vegetarian food she had eaten at night.

"Mom, what's wrong with you!"

Qiao Jing got closer and took two steps forward to support Chen.

Master Hongzhen also asked "concernedly": "What's wrong with Mr. Xiang's wife? Do you need me to take a look at it?"

Mrs. Chen shook his head and said: "I don't dare to work, Master. I'm afraid I've caught a cold in the autumn these past few days and have some gastrointestinal discomfort."

"In addition, I don't come to the temple to offer incense on some days, and I am not used to the climate here."

Master Hongzhen turned to the novice behind him and said, "Go and ask the kitchen to prepare some snacks and millet porridge to warm the stomachs and satisfy the hunger of our distinguished guests."

"I'm afraid it's also the recent days of banquets, big fish and meat, which have hurt my stomach. I'd better eat something light and warm myself up."

Although everyone wanted to refuse, Master Hongzhen finished their words in advance.

If they say no again, they seem to be a little ignorant.

Soon, the novice monk brought pastries and millet porridge for everyone to eat.

Master Hongzhen also said goodbye at the right time and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

Although everyone has no appetite, but now they are more exposed, and all the words and actions have consumed a lot of energy, but they feel a little empty in their stomachs.

They moved the incense table out of the room, temporarily used it as a dining table, and sat down around it.

Each person filled a bowl of fragrant and glutinous millet porridge, and when they were about to use their chopsticks, they saw Qiao Wanshu knocking over Chen's porridge bowl with an "ah" sound.

"Shu'er!"

Mrs. Chen ignored her bowl and quickly grabbed her daughter's hand to check.

Some of the porridge got on her fingers and was already scalded red.

But Qiao Wanshu didn't seem to feel any pain. She was just eager to grab the chopsticks on the table and poke them into the millet porridge spilled on the table.

Everyone knew that her behavior must have deep meaning, so they let her rummage through the porridge.

Soon, a transparent nail plate was turned out.

She pushed the nail plate aside, pointed at it and whispered: "Hard! Eat...don't eat!"

Old General Chen's expression changed, and he lowered his voice and said, "Isn't this... a fingernail?"

They had never seen any kind of miserable corpse on the battlefield.

I don’t know how many people were chopped into minced meat.

What Qiao Wanshu dug out just now was a piece of human fingernail!

[My fingernails are all turned out. If I don’t run away now, when will I wait? 】

[Is it possible that you really want to wait until you are made into a mat? Woohoo, I just want to eat Xi, I don’t want to become Xi! 】

[Look, this time the evidence is conclusive, and it was delivered to my door. 】

[Otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to remind you! 】

The doubts I had originally had were completely dispelled in the face of the "evidence" that Qiao Wanshu found.

Especially when they thought that if Qiao Wanshu hadn't taken action in time, they would have drank the bowl of millet porridge mixed with "ingredients".

But then I thought again, they ate vegetarian food here for lunch and dinner.

Who knows if there are any added "materials" in it.

As a result, everyone looked very ugly, and they even wanted to dig their throats and vomit out everything they could or could not spit out.

[Let’s go, let’s go! Why haven't you left yet? 】

Qiao Wanshu jumped up and down anxiously and kept urging her in her heart.

Old General Chen pondered for a while and then spoke first: "Now it seems that the drinking water in Longfu Temple is not very clean. It would not be good if Shu'er eats it and gets sick again."

"Originally, we were able to come here just to fulfill her wish, which we have already done during the day."

"Then it's better to go back home now. As for those who listen to scriptures and sermons, they will still come to offer incense during New Years and holidays. It won't be too late to come back then."

Mrs. Qiao also nodded and said: "This is exactly the reason. We have fulfilled our wishes, and the Buddha and Bodhisattvas will not be offended."

"Then pack your things and set off."