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Chapter 239 Epiphyllum Banshee VS Monk Jingchen [9]

Going outside and seeing the man's face clearly, Le Tong said in surprise, "Little monk?"

Jingchen no longer has the energy to deal with Letong, so she walks past her to the meditation room.

Le Tong cautiously followed behind him, she always felt that this matter had something to do with her.

Jingchen found a bottle of medicine in the cabinet and drank it quickly, feeling much better in his stomach.

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Le Tong was very worried, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." The voice was weak.

Something was obviously wrong, Le Tong cast a spell secretly, and asked the nearby flowers and plants, someone should have seen what happened.

The picture passed over made Le Tong feel ashamed, the problem was on the steamed bun, she peeked at Jingchen sitting on the futon, hesitated, turned around and left after a long time.

Cleanliness remains the same as before.

For the next half month, Le Tong did not appear in front of Jingchen.

But I don't know when it started, the story of a thief stealing dry flour in the temple spread.

While eating breakfast, Jingkong asked the question in his heart, "Brother Jingchen, why do you think this thief only stole flour?"

"I don't know." In fact, Jing Chen already had a candidate in his heart, and it was the epiphyllum demon again, who knows what's going on this time.

"Do you think that thief took flour to take a bath? That much flour is enough for our temple to eat for a long time."

"Thanks to him, the temple hasn't made steamed buns for a long time recently, and I can't get enough to eat porridge every day."

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Regarding what Jingkong said, Jingchen was absent-minded. Should I tell the abbot about the Epiphyllum demon? But if the abbot finds out, she will definitely be kicked out of the temple. With her temper, the temple will definitely be messed up. He was uneasy because he brought the flower demon in, and the flour loss incident happened. The flour in the temple was bought from alms or sesame oil donated by pilgrims. It was precious, and the temple was allowed to bear the loss. , This is not the work of monks.

Jingchen lost his decision for a while.

But why does she need so much flour?
This question was answered that evening.

It was night, Le Tong knocked on the little monk's door, "Little monk, are you there?"

no sound.

Le Tong opened a crack in the door, poked his head in cautiously, "I'm coming in."

Is not speaking the same as the default.

Le Tong walked in familiarly, and saw Jing Chen reading a book, she walked to his side, and took out the freshly made steamed buns like a treasure, "Look, this is a gift from me to apologize."

Jingchen didn't look at her, but asked her, "Did you steal the dry flour from the temple?"

Le Tong nodded honestly.

"Why are you stealing flour?"

Le Tong shook his head again and again, "I didn't steal it, I borrowed it."

"Okay, even if you borrowed it." Jing Chen turned and looked at her, "Did anyone see it when you borrowed it?"

Le Tong shook his head, it was already midnight when she went, and there was no one in the kitchen.

"Did the master in the kitchen allow you to take it when you borrowed it?"

Le Tong continued to shake his head.

"All your behaviors prove that you are stealing."

Jingchen's tone was flat, without the slightest intention of blaming, and Ke Letong was very uncomfortable hearing it.

Tears came out uncomfortably, "I really didn't steal it, I just wanted to make a decent steamed bun to apologize to you."

"Apologize?" Jing Chen looked at her strangely, when did he get angry.

(End of this chapter)