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Just as he and his senior brothers discussed how to deal with the wrath of the Twin-Eyed Mountain Tiger, Master Yin Guang was a little tired and was about to go back to his room to rest when a smell of meat came over him.

"What's going on? Are you cooking meat in the kitchen?"

Abbot Yin Guang frowned. The temple cooked meat. Young novice monks who had not yet taken the ordination could eat meat. Children would not grow strong if they did not eat meat.

But in order to prevent believers from misunderstanding, the aroma in the kitchen is strictly controlled to prevent the aroma of the meat from spreading too far and reaching the front yard.

Fortunately it was night and there were no pilgrims at the moment, otherwise the reputation of the temple would have been damaged again.

"Daoyuan, where does this meaty aroma come from?"

"Abbott, Mr. Lin carried the tiger that Brother Daohai brought back, plucked the hair, skinned it and put it in the pot. The smell of the meat should have come from Mr. Lin's yard." Daoyuan still swallowed when he answered.

I touched my throat and it smelled really good.

Yinguang:……

Grass is a plant!
Chapter completed!