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At noon, the other students slowly made their way up the mountain. After talking with the abbot, Enoch arranged for everyone to eat a vegetarian meal in the dining hall.

Tired and hungry, the kids dug into their food like it was the best thing they’d ever tasted. But Quinlyn took a hate and

frowned

“Hey, Quinlyn, what’s up? Doesn’t it taste good Try this pumpkin. It’s really yummy. Mandy said, shoveling another spoonful into her mouth. She rarely ate two bowls, but today she was going for a third. She placed a piece of stir–fried pumpkin in Quinlyn’s bowl.

Quinlyn took a spoonful. The pumpkin was soft, sweet, and fragrant, but something about the smell bothered her

Last time, Joseph and his family took her to a fancy vegetarian restaurant where the manager introduced the dishes by: saying “Vegetarian food is all about being light and mellow, easy on the stomach, and not greasy. We use plant oils instead of animal fats

However, Quinlyn found a lot of the dishes in the temple seemed to be made with lard.

In the lounge, Austin muttered, “What a spoiled kid. She can’t handle a little hardship. Romilly was about to explode. She felt like Austin was picking on Quinlyn, even though Quinlyn was pretty tough.

After the meal, most students were so exhausted that they lay slumped on the tables, fast asleep.

But Quinlyn wasn’t tired. She walked to the back door and saw a young monk dozing off. She leaned in and sniffed the air, catching a faint smell of smoke.

She tiptoed quietly around and walked toward the side rooms in the back. The courtyard was silent, with a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground–clearly, not many visitors came here.

Near the kitchen, there was a trash can filled with bones–chicken, duck, goose, and pork.

The temple gave off a seriously weird vibe. Quinlyn didn’t want to dig deeper, but thinking about all the students in the dining hall, she realized the risk if they wandered into this area.

Just then, she saw a woman walking up the path. Quinlyn quickly hid behind a pillar. The woman’s belly was huge, like she was seven or eight months pregnant.

Mandy had seen her before in the front yard and Mandy tried to talk to her but was stopped by Quinlyn. Later, other students went over and successfully registered. Mandy was pretty upset about that.

walking

a sun hat, and her long hair was now short. But the most shocking thing was that her pregnant belly

around to the back of the side room. She stayed close to the wall, made her

saw the room was packed with stuff. Two monks in robes were busy stacking and wrapping items, then placing

one monk’s hand with a sharp sound, startling him. “Whoa, that scared me. I thought it was a piece of emerald or something. If it were broken, the boss would kill me,” he

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words made his partner wipe the coin repeatedly before tucking it

a voice calling from nearby. “Quinlyn from Class 1, Grade 4, are you here? Quinlyn, answer me It

a young monk’s voice came in. “This area is off–limits to visitors. There are sacred statues

wander around.”

a student to go missing. I’ll just take a quick

okay?”

reason, but the young monk was firm. “If you don’t leave right now, Ell call for help and have you

pavilion nearby, rubbing her sleepy eyes. “Are you looking for

end up here? Didn’t I tell you to rest where you were?” Enoch hurried over, confirmed

just couldn’t sleep with so many people in the dining hall. It seems cooler

the fallen leaves on the ground and the position of the pavilion. After confirming Quinlyn hadn’t been to the side rooms, he began to drive them away.

you two should leave now before I get into trouble,” he

monk’s attitude was really rude, but knowing he

Quinlyn tugged on Enoch’s sleeve and whispered. “My stomach hurts. Can you come

with upset tourists, and looking after

refuse but, not wanting Quinlyn to wander off, he reluctantly agreed, deciding to have a talk with her

corner, just past the main hall and down a long