Chapter 272 Dead Monk

A Taoist priest traveled around. This day, when it was dark, he came to a temple to stay overnight.

I saw that the monk's room was closed and could not be entered.

The Taoist priest meditated slightly, took a futon from the hall and went to the corridor to rest.

The night was deep, and suddenly I heard the sound of opening the door. A monk came to face. He was stained with blood and went straight to the hall, climbed on the base of the Buddha statue, hugged the head of the Buddha statue with both hands, laughed infatuatedly, and laughed for a long time before leaving.

The next day, the Taoist priest went to the monk's room to check. He saw that the door was closed as before. He was surprised. He kicked open the door hard and saw a monk in the room. It was the monk last night who was stiff and had been dead for a long time.

The grass mat in the room was messy, and the wooden cabinet fell to the ground. He knew that it was a theft and murder.

Thinking, "The monk kept laughing last night. There must be a reason."

Thinking of this, I went to the hall to check. After the head of the Buddha statue, a small trace appeared. I dug it with a knife, and there were more than 30 taels of silver hidden in it.

Taoist priests are monks and are not greedy for money. At present, they use these silver to handle funerals for monks, recite scriptures, and enter the earth for peace.