I saw that under the dim oil lamp, a slightly thin man was chopping wood with his back to him. There was already a large pile of firewood chopping around him, and he wiped his sweat from time to time, obviously tired enough.

"Hehe, I'll finally be able to eat tomorrow, I've been hungry for two days. The man laughed.

Suddenly hearing this voice, Zhuo Yifan obviously felt very familiar, so he searched for memories in his mind, trying to distinguish who was inside.

"Senior Brother Mudun!"

Zhuo Yifan felt that the people inside were Mudun, but when he left, he didn't live here, and he was still the highest in the Bodhi Temple, except for the abbot who was stupid, how could he live in this remote corner, and muttered that he hadn't eaten for two days.

What made Zhuo Yifan feel even more impossible was that the person chopping wood in front of him was thin, and the wooden dun in his impression was a fat-headed monk with a big face, and the amount of food per meal was particularly large.

Impossible, impossible.

Zhuo Yifan shook his head, denying his conjecture.

Seeing that the man was still chopping firewood, Zhuo Yifan decided that it was impossible, it was so late, and Mudun still needed to chop firewood by himself?

Soon, the man chopped another pile of firewood, he held them in his arms and put them in the pyre that had been chopped before, and the moment he turned around, Zhuo Yifan saw his face.

The person in front of him, Zhuo Yifan felt a little unfamiliar, but his face was a little familiar, he recognized it through the dim oil lamp for a long time, only to find that it was really Senior Brother Mudun, but his body was no longer fat, but became thin, as if he had a serious illness.

Zhuo Yifan just wanted to open his mouth to call him, but he suddenly closed it. He was hesitating, he now wanted to make the conspiracy to murder his master public, and he needed relevant evidence to cooperate, if he rashly recognized Mu Dun at this time, it might affect his plan.

So he endured and endured it again and again before he stopped the idea of calling out for the wooden pier.

He watched quietly outside the window, and could see that the wooden pier was a little sluggish, not knowing whether it was because he hadn't eaten for two days, or because he was hungry and thin because of his previous size.

Seeing the third watch in the middle of the night, Mudun was still chopping firewood for food, Zhuo Yifan's heart was a little sour, it seemed that he had not had a good time in the past few years.

In the past few years, he has always thought that he is doing the worst, but as everyone knows, everyone is not doing well, whether it is Mudun or Huya, whose whereabouts are unknown now, who is doing well?

Maybe it's the normal state of life to live badly, but it's short-lived, accidental, and intermittent.

Zhuo Yifan saw that Mudun was still leaning over to chop wood, so he turned his head over and left without reluctance.

He walked towards the meditation hall again, the place where he had sat in meditation many times.

It was quiet all the way, even when you arrived at the door of the meditation hall. It's just that when he approached the door of the meditation hall, he found that only one door was closed, and the other door was not closed.

Through the open door, Zhuo Yifan found that there was an oil lamp still lit inside.

This is a bit unbelievable, because according to the rules of Bodhi Temple, the lights are turned off at night in the meditation hall.

He probed his head and walked in, barely making a sound, hiding behind a large pillar.

Then he looked to the front of the hall, and saw an iron cage placed in the front, on which were hung several monk's robes, and there was a bareheaded monk inside.

Due to the distance, Zhuo Yifan didn't see clearly who the monk was, although he was sitting on the edge of the cage, but judging from his size, he should be a tall and thin person.

What is this doing? How can you keep your own disciples in a cage?

Zhuo Yifan kept approaching forward, and when he was three feet away from the iron cage, he found that the person inside was actually an idiot!

Such a strange thing can stunned Zhuo Yifan, you know, the idiot is the abbot of Bodhi Temple, and he has the final say in everything, why was he locked in an iron cage?

I saw that the idiot had a dirty face, obviously he had been locked up for not a day or two, his face was full of exhaustion, his eyes were closed, and he looked very helpless.

Zhuo Yifan slowly stepped back, not wanting to alarm him.

In addition, Senior Brother Mudun chopped firewood in the middle of the night before, in order to change his mouth to eat, Zhuo Yifan felt that there must be that insidious act here, and it is not clear that the abbot of Bodhi Temple is now a rampant person.

He openly helped the idiot to obtain the position of abbot, forced away Huya and himself, and then secretly pouted, seized the position of abbot, and then put the idiot in an iron cage, punished and suppressed the wooden pier, so that his abbot position was secure.

With such a guess, Zhuo Yifan walked towards the room of his previous master, Zen Master Huiyuan. That room was the abbot's house, and if I wasn't mistaken, he was living in it at this time.

He sneaked into the front of the room, and it was not pitch black, but brightly lit, and it seemed that several oil lamps had been lit, so that there would be such a bright light.

Zhuo Yifan tiptoed, always paying attention to the movements around him, however, the surroundings were quiet and there was nothing unusual.

He slowly leaned his head closer to the door or window, wondering what was going on inside.

"Come on, good, eat it!"

It's the sound of the line!

Eat it, eat what, who eats?

Zhuo Yifan's mind was full of question marks, what the hell is he doing in the middle of the night?

Through the crack in the door, he saw that Xing Shi was holding a fluffy black wild cat, handing it something about his height.

I saw that thing, with a pointed mouth, showing two long fangs, gray hair on its body, and a very long and thick tail.

Rat Man!

The rampant is feeding the rat people with black wild cats!

Looking at that terrifying thing, Zhuo Yifan suddenly felt a chill stand on end.

Ordinary rats can still be seen, but they are human-shaped, and they are as tall as humans, and when they look at it again, it is really not the same thing, and they will get goosebumps all over their bodies, which is fear that goes deep into the bone marrow.

But he was smiling and grinning, and he didn't have the compassion that a monk should have.

The rat-man took the black wildcat, took its head, filled it directly into its mouth, and then clicked and bit it, leaving only the black wildcat to keep kicking its legs, and after a few struggles, it did not move.

Then, he bit it up and ate very hard.

In a few moments, the rat-man ate the wild cat clean, and the mouth was full of blood, and in the bright light, it was even redder.

Xing grinned and wiped his cuffs on its mouth.

"Yes, more and more obedient. Xing sneered, "It's time for us to sleep." ”

So he picked up the rat man and put him on his bed, then covered it with a quilt.

Then he also went to bed, and shared the bed with the rat man, and after lying down, he gently patted the rat man, like an adult coaxing a child to sleep.

There are even words in his mouth, which is really like raising his own children.