"Please go to the kitchen and get me a pot of alcohol," Jiangli pointed towards the direction of the kitchen, "It’s going to hurt even more soon, I’m afraid he can’t take it, we need to think of something."
Following her words, Lin Yurong glanced at Xia Xin on the bed.
Xia Xin’s body was constantly twitching, probably in unbearable pain.
Lin Yurong didn’t know what Jiangli was going to do, but listening to the Abbot’s words was certainly right. She obediently agreed, "I’ll go right now."
Jiangli nodded her head.
After Lin Yurong left, she sat down beside the bed, watching Xia Xin, to prevent him from having any reactive outbursts due to the unbearable pain.
In the neighboring meditation room, Yao Xuanhang and Cui Wenzhe had returned but did not immediately go to sleep; both of them just sat in the room.
But there was nothing in this meditation room except for a bed.
Yao Xuanhang felt somewhat bored and thought about going out to use the toilet before resting upon his return.
After glancing at the other person who was playing with his phone, he reached out and patted Cui Wenzhe’s leg, "Going to the toilet?"
Cui Wenzhe didn’t even look at him. "Just go by yourself."
After all, they were in the Taoist Temple, what could possibly happen.
Yao Xuanhang pursed his lips and left the room alone.
Xia Xin had told them before where the public restroom was.
Once Yao Xuanhang was out the door, he planned to head to the public restroom in the back.
But as soon as he stepped out, he saw a pot of wine floating in mid-air.
Yao Xuanhang’s eyes widened instantly, his complexion turned pale, and he rubbed his eyes hard. When he opened them again, he saw that shiny bottle of Baijiu brazenly floating slowly in mid-air, drifting towards Jiangli’s room little by little.
Yao Xuanhang looked terrified and backed away in a panic.
Not noticing the threshold, his foot struck it, and with his body tilting, he thudded down, plonking onto the ground on his rear.
Hearing the noise inside, Cui Wenzhe, with his phone in hand, came out, only to find Yao Xuanhang sitting at the door.
"Weren’t you going to the toilet? What happened, night blindness in the middle of the night, slipped as soon as you stepped out?" Cui Wenzhe teased.
Yao Xuanhang grabbed his hand in a trembling gesture, pointing ahead, "There, there’s a ghost!"
Cui Wenzhe followed the direction of his pointing, only to see Jiangli’s tightly shut room door and nothing else.
He felt even more that Yao Xuanhang was joking and exposed him, "There is no ghost. Are you trying to trick me, trying to scare me?"
"No, it’s not!" Yao Xuanhang exclaimed excitedly, "Just now, right when you came out, a bottle of alcohol swooshed right into the Abbot’s room! I saw it with my own eyes!"
The more Cui Wenzhe listened, the more absurd it seemed, "Are you seeing things? Even if there were ghosts, why would they go to the Abbot’s room? Are they tired of living, wanting to die again?"
Yao Xuanhang was at a loss for words: "..."
On thinking about it, it did seem to make some sense.
With Jiangli being so formidable, what ghost would dare to enter her room?
Besides, what would a ghost do with alcohol?
Yao Xuanhang thought back carefully, he had seen that bottle of alcohol crystal clear, it was Erguotou for sure!
It couldn’t be that he was seeing things, right?
"Alright, I think you just saw things!" Cui Wenzhe, seeing that he seemed still hung up on this, pulled him up from the ground, "Weren’t you going to the toilet? I’ll go with you, no more issues then, right?"
Yao Xuanhang inwardly grumbled, it wasn’t about whether he was going to the toilet or not now...
He looked at Jiangli’s tightly closed room door with a lingering fear.
Before he could speak out, Cui Wenzhe dragged him away.
And as Yao Xuanhang was questioning life, Lin Yurong with the alcohol had already slipped into the room.