Seeing that the rain would not stop anytime soon, Zhang Ling'er and her mother decided to go to sleep in the backyard, Monk Kurong hurriedly followed them with an umbrella, leaving only the three men in the Buddhist temple, which suddenly felt more boring. Ye Tian yawned and lay down on the little monk's bed; pillows stuffed with millet hulls indeed made it easier to fall asleep than those made of sponge, and soon, Ye Tian drifted into a heavy sleep.
"Little Master, aren't you resting?"
Yuanguang, the little monk, replied, "I only need to do some simple chores every day, you should rest instead. I'm here, no worries."
"A spring rain brings warmth. Watching this rain is refreshing. Who can sleep at this time?"
Ye Tian, not yet fully asleep, pouted his lips, turned over to continue sleeping, but was awakened by a sudden sense of danger.
