At night.
When Xiao Xun and Hui Zhen saw that the other three people in the same bed were all cultivating cross-legged, they revealed envious gazes.
"Senior Huitong, can you teach me?”Huizhen looked eagerly at Huitong on the neighboring bed.
Huitong opened his eyes and shook his head.”
"Don't be anxious. When you go for the morning class tomorrow morning, Martial Uncle will teach you martial arts.”The young monk whose bed was closest to the door laughed.
His name was Huida, and he was in charge of cleaning the toilet bowl in Bodhidharma's face-facing cave.
"Oh, oh." Huizhen's eyes lit up.
Xiao Xun was also looking forward to it.
At night, a cold breeze assaulted the air.
A black-robed figure snuck into First Ancestor House.
He came to the storage room door and inserted a metal wire into the copper lock.
He shook it gently.
With a crack, the copper lock opened.
The man in black quietly entered.
He closed the door and sniffed the air. After a while, he walked straight to the wooden shelf where the Small Cyclic Pellet was stored.
He picked up the jade bottle and carefully examined the stopper.
"That little monk wasn't very honest and opened the bottle.”
The man in black said softly and opened the bottle. An alluring fragrance assailed his nose.
"Just take it away…That little monk will probably sniff it again tomorrow. He's new here and doesn't know the rules.”
The man in black hesitated for a moment before taking out a fire lighter from his bosom. He blew on it gently and the fire broke out into flames.
Moments later.
The monk robes and scriptures on the wooden shelves were set ablaze.
The man in black quickly left the storage room and locked the bronze lock again.
Not long after.
Thick smoke and flames rose.
On the east side, in the meditation room on the right side of the temple hall, Xuan Ku, who was sitting cross-legged and cultivating, opened his eyes and frowned.
"It's out of the water!"
"The storage room is leaking."
In the kitchen, the fat monk who had been dozing off saw the fire outside the window and was shocked. He quickly walked out of the kitchen and shouted.
This shout directly woke up all the monks in the temple.
Xiao Xun sat up, still a little dazed.
"Did you just say the storage room?"
Xiao Xun looked at Hui Zhen, who was on the next bed.
"Yes…yes." Huizhen was a little stunned.
"It's the storage room. It's on fire. Come out and put out the fire!”
Huida, who was sleeping closest to the door, shouted and rushed out of the room.
The other monks also rushed out of the room.
"I'll go take a look too." Huizhen put on her shoes and ran out as well.
"Is the storage room on fire?"
Xiao Xun frowned.
What was going on?
It's my first day on the job, and my post is already on fire?
This mud horse…
Was it a coincidence?
Xiao Xun was speechless. He put on his shoes and rushed out as well.
In the storage room, there were mostly monk robes and wooden shelves, all of which were flammable.
By the time the monks had put out the fire, the storage room had already been burned beyond recognition.
"Amitabha, go back to sleep.”
Xuan Ku said slowly.
"Yes."
The Shaolin disciples put their palms together and replied.
Then, they returned to their respective meditation rooms.
Xiao Xun lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep.
The rest of the monks couldn't fall asleep either, and they began to discuss in low voices.
"Junior brother, do the monks who received their ordination today have anything special with them?”
Huitong looked at Xiao Xun and asked curiously.
The others also looked at Xiao Xun.
"Does a Small Reversion Pill count?" Xiao Xun hesitated.”
"Small Reversion Pill?" The monks widened their eyes.
"Of course!" Huizhen's eyes were slightly red as she said," Don't you know that in Shaolin Monastery, only the Deacon Monk has the right to obtain the Small Rejuvenation Pill? Moreover, there's only one pill every year.”
Xiao Xun curled his lips, thinking in his heart, I just entered the temple, how would I know which medicinal pill is precious?
Thinking that Huizhen had also just entered the temple, he could not help but feel a little depressed.
This depression was not only directed at his own ignorance.
And that pill.
"If I had known that the storage room would catch fire, I would have swallowed that Small Recovery Pill long ago.”
Xiao Xun felt his heart ache.
It felt like he had lost a Small Reversion Pill.
In reality, the moment he saw the Minor Rejuvenation Pill, Xiao Xun already had the thought of stealing from his own pocket.
However, considering that it was his first time here, he did not dare to swallow it directly.
"Forget it. At least I've obtained an Arhat Fist Manual.”
Xiao Xun consoled himself.
The next morning, the ancient bronze bell on top of Five Milk Peak rang.
Xiao Xun, who was supposed to follow Hui Zhen, Hui Tong, and the other Hui generation monks to the mountaintop square for morning classes, was stopped by Xuan Ku to investigate the loss of items in the storage room.
Hui Zhu, who had already become an Arhat Hall disciple, was also called over.
Actually, Xiao Xun did not know much.
After all, he had just arrived yesterday.
After a simple calculation.
"Take the paper, brush, inkstone, and ink, and follow me to the Wall Cave.”
Xuan Ku instructed.
"Yes."
Xiao Xun and Hui Zhu replied. Xiao Xun picked up a new book while Hui Zhu picked up a brush and inkstone, following behind Xuan Ku.
When he arrived outside Bodhidharma's face-facing cave, Xuan Ku picked up an oil lamp.
It was pitch black inside the Wall-facing Cave.
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the faces of the monks appeared.
"Why does it feel a little scary?"
Xiao Xun muttered.
"Last night, a fire broke out in the storage room, and many items were burned to ashes.”
Xuan Ku said.
The monks who were meditating with their eyes closed opened their eyes one after another.
"Uncle-Master, don't tell me you're trying to say that all our things are gone?”
A slightly trembling voice sounded from the depths.
Immediately after, a round figure entered Xiao Xun's eyes.
Yuan Ding was the owner of the Small Rejuvenating Pill and Arhat Fist Manual.
"I'll count it. The Commandment Hall will be responsible for reissuing the missing items.”
Xuan Ku said calmly.
In terms of organization, the monks in First Ancestor's Temple belonged to the supernumerary personnel of Commandment Yard and were controlled by Commandment Yard.
Naturally, the Commandment Yard would reimburse the lost items.
Yuan Ding stood in front of Xuan Ku, his expression changing constantly. Under the light of the flickering lamp, he looked a little terrifying.
"It's just a Small Rejuvenation Pill, is there a need?”
Xiao Xun ridiculed in his heart.
Moreover, according to Xuan Ku, the Commandment Yard would reissue the lost items.
This was equivalent to exchanging old pills for new pills. He even made a profit.
Xiao Xun regretted even more that he didn't swallow the Small Reversion Pill in one gulp.
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