In fact, when he transformed from Jingshen into [Vajra Arhat] immediately, Zuo Yang was a little suspicious.

Why, the others were all monsters, but only he could become [Vajra Arhat]?

Moreover, it seems that he can only become an Arhat who [says and follows the law] after a period of time after the bell rings.

From this point of view, he is actually no different from [Human-headed Snake] and must also abide by the rules of the bell.

[Human-headed Snake] is Jingxin, with a human head and a snake body.

Snake is lust.

From this point of view, it means that his flesh has also committed the sin of lust, but his mind has transcended lust.

Furthermore, [Snake-headed Man] is a person who commits lust in the temple.

[Food and Lodging Room] fits the dreams of the little monk in different lives.

The rules of [Buddhist Hall] and the steamer...

All of these are what Jingxin and the little monk are talking about now.

Because Jingxin said it, the little monk had fantasies. Because of Zuo Yang's meat buns, he really imagined that the [Buddhist Hall] was the Buddha's steamer.

If the rules are not followed in the Buddhist Hall, the little monk will be slapped on the head by the abbot.

Zuo Yang and his party came to the [Buddhist Hall]. If they do not follow the rules, they will be slapped into meat paste...

Everything...

It seems to correspond to all the cognitions of the little monk.

These cognitions are from the little monk's dream, and they can only correspond to the dream of the snake.

So...

Zuo Yang boldly guessed that everyone was in the little monk's dream!

The bell rang, and everyone had the little monk's dream, and the desire ghost attacked everyone!

After the bell rang, everyone entered the little monk's dream. In the little monk's cognition, [human-headed snake], [snake-headed man], [Buddha Hall Steamer] and everything else began to materialize...

"So... [Vajra Arhat]'s ability to follow his words is not the ability of the body purification!"

"Rather... the little monk felt that the body purification was like an arhat, and he was afraid of him and obeyed him in his heart, so he had the ability of [speaking and following]!"

"In the little monk's dream... he actually hoped that [Izumo Temple] would disappear..."

"Could it be..."

"Wait!"

"He knew about [snake-headed man], which means he had seen the things in [prayer room]. He... knows the truth?"

The thoughts in his mind kept jumping.

Zuo Yang finally understood!

Why did [Izumo Temple] appear after the bell rang.

The bell rang at that time and woke the little monk up. In his dream, he hoped that [Izumo Temple] would disappear!

He must know something!

He hoped that this temple that nurtured him would disappear!

"Is that Feng Mengran, the ghost rider No. 09?"

"You've made a big move!"

"The stakes are actually a little monk's dream, who would have thought of that?"

"Your weirdness... can it make dreams concrete?"

Looking intently at the empty dark sky, Zuo Yang inexplicably admired this guy.

One person dragged a ghost and kept his balance for so long.

"We need to wait a little longer..."

"Hey! My past self, don't sleep tonight, go and follow the little monk!"

"He must know something!"

After giving a warning to the other end of the phone, Zuo Yang finished eating the buns and wandered around the temple with little interest.

The moon was full and the stars were sparse.

On the night of [June 16], Zuo Yang found that the little monk did not come to see him tonight.

He was very honest and recited the [Heart Sutra] in the house.

"This kid is too honest!"

"If it were me, how could I tell others about my wet dreams?"

Leaning on the bed, "Zuo Yang" listened to the [Heart Sutra] over and over again, feeling that he could recite it by heart.

Finally...

After a long while, "Zuo Yang" heard a rustling sound.

The little monk seemed to have opened the door.

"Huh?"

He got up silently and walked to the door. He could see the little monk walking towards Jingxin's room.

He lay in front of Jingxin's window and seemed to see no one, so he walked towards the abbot's room.

After he didn't see anyone in two rooms, he quickly walked towards the [Buddhist Hall].

"Could it be..."

"Is this kid going to discover something tonight?"

"Zuo Yang" narrowed his eyes and followed suspiciously.

"Master! Uncle, I want to change rooms with that donor!"

"I slept at his place last night, and I didn't dream about that woman. I dreamed that I became a working older brother!"

He whispered, "Zuo Yang" was black.

Okay, okay!

You cultivate your mind, and let me have a wet dream, right?

"......"

Standing in front of the Buddhist hall for a long time, I didn't hear the response from the abbot and Jingxin.

The little monk touched his head, "Could it be... Master and the others are in the [Prayer Room]?"

Walking slowly towards the [Prayer Room], the little monk was about to shout something.

"Um~ah~"

A sound that all male creatures understandComing!

The little monk paused and looked into the [Prayer Room] in horror.

He did not speak, but hesitated for a long time in disbelief, then hurriedly approached the wall and tiptoed towards the source of the sound.

In front of the last window, the little monk quietly stretched his head to take a look, and the next moment he was struck by lightning! ! !

What did he see? !

He saw that fat figure pressing down on another figure...

"Master...Master..."

"This! How is this possible?!"

"That...that's not Master! How could Master?!"

Grabbing his head in disbelief, the little monk felt that his three views were being destroyed.

His steps were weak, and he heard the "bang bang" knocking sound again in his ears.

In the distance, the well that had been sealed in the temple was opened for some reason!

"Sorry! Sorry!"

In the wellhead, the trembling of Jingxin could be faintly heard.

"Master...Uncle Master?"

Running quickly towards the well mouth, the little monk lay on the edge of the well mouth. The voice seemed to come from deeper below the well mouth where the depth could not be seen!

"Master...Uncle Master?"

He shouted blankly, but there was no response from below.

The little monk thought about it and slid down along the well mouth.

"Zuo Yang" followed behind, and inexplicably felt that the well in front of him was somewhat familiar.

"Go down!"

"It's okay!"

The voice from the future came from the phone, and "Zuo Yang" slid down bravely.

Under the well mouth, the little monk had already crawled into a dirt road, and "Zuo Yang" followed closely behind.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

"Bang bang bang~"

At the end of the tunnel, in the familiar [basement], Jingxin kept kowtowed to a skeleton.

Near the skeleton, several women in monk robes were looking at him with fear.

"Master...Uncle...What...What are you doing?"

The young monk looked at all this in surprise, pointing his finger at the other women in the [basement], "Who...Who are they? Why? Why have I never seen them before?"

"You! Jingming, why are you here?!"

Jingxin's body trembled when he heard the voice.

He was frightened at first, then ferocious, and finally looked at Jingming calmly.

For a moment, Jingming felt that the person in front of him was not his uncle, but more like a gangster.

"I...I want to exchange rooms with that donor..."

"I...I don't want to live in my room anymore!"

"No! You have to live there! Only you can live there!"

Jingxin's face sank, and he immediately rejected the young monk's request.

Then, he quickly got up, ignored the panicked woman around him, picked up the young monk, and went out.

"This is a mentally ill patient protected by the temple!"

"Don't come if you have nothing to do!"

Tugged the little monk out of the tunnel, "Zuo Yang" hurriedly climbed out of the well.

In the [prayer room], the "humming" sound disappeared without a trace.

A sturdy figure stood behind him, "Donor? What are you doing here?!"