On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 153

The temple hasn't opened yet, but people inside are already moving.

The two people guarding the medicinal materials warehouse woke up early. They both thought they had fallen asleep and were completely unaware that they were knocked unconscious by Yan Ruyu.

"Hurry, open the door!" A small group of people came over to urge.

After checking the token, the two opened the warehouse and began to move the dream grass out.

"Be quick and easy!"

As one group of people left, another group of people came, and Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe also mixed in.

People were coming and going, everyone was minding their own business, and no one really paid attention to them.

Holding the Divine Dream Grass, he followed the others around to the back of the hall, and put the Divine Dream Grass in piles.

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe turned to look behind them - there were several people on duty in the shadows, and they were not affected at all by what happened here.

A key figure is being held captive there.

Not daring to look further, Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe went to move grass again.

On the last trip, as soon as I put down the grass and was about to leave, I was stopped again.

"You guys, stay! Get your things ready and we'll make a fire when ordered."

The little leader distributed a pill to each person: "Get them all, just one pill for each person. Take it before lighting the fire. If anyone loses it or something goes wrong, I don't care."

Someone asked: "What is this?"

"Don't worry, the poison won't kill you. I'm warning you, don't be smart and eat them all honestly. Otherwise..."

He didn't say anything else, and no one dared to refute or ask any more questions.

Yan Ruyu pinched the pill. Naturally, she would not take this kind of thing, but she was quite interested in people who could make this kind of medicine. She put the medicine away first and went back to analyze the ingredients.

Huo Changhe also gave her the medicine, and the two of them mingled in the crowd and waited patiently.

It is cloudy today, and there is no light of dawn in the sky. It looks darker than usual. However, there are many lanterns lit in the hall and on the road leading to the hall. The candles are bright, and the darker it is, the brighter it appears.

"when……"

Another bell rang.

The time has come!

A person on the steps of the main hall in front shouted loudly: "The time is up, open the temple door!"

A sound spread far away, and people outside the door were buzzing. They were about to pour in as soon as the door opened.

The monk stepped forward, stopped him on both sides, and the leader said: "All donors, please go to the merit box to register, exchange for number plates, and enter in order. The positions inside are also according to the number plates. Please abide by the temple rules. If there is any violation, don’t blame this temple for being ruthless.”

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe were behind. Although they couldn't hear clearly, they could still hear the general meaning.

Do you think this is a temple or a lobby? The rack is comparable to a royal temple.

The rules make it clear that people outside will not retreat but want to advance.

As soon as the order was given, people immediately rushed in and rushed to the table next to the merit box.

There are already two people sitting at the table, one is responsible for keeping accounts, and the other is responsible for collecting money, either banknotes or cash, whatever.

Only after writing money can you change your number plate.

Soon, someone discovered that the amount of money paid was not the same as the color of the number plate.

When we arrived at the entrance of the hall, we discovered that the color of the number plate was related to the front and back of the seats.

Some even pay less, and the further back they go, the less space they have. Let alone ordinary futons, they have to stand outside the hall.

Even so, they dare not speak out in anger. For them, being able to come in is already lucky, and it is better than being kicked out.

After the number plates were obtained and everyone stood at their designated positions, another bell rang.

"when……"

Everyone was silent, and the hall was quiet, with only the sound of gentle breathing.

At the back of the palace, the little boss heard the bell and quickly whispered an order: "Quick! Make a fire."

The person who was left to make a fire quickly swallowed the medicine and started to get things to make a fire.

Yan Ruyu didn't know how to make a fire, and Huo Changhe didn't know how to make it. They both retreated consciously and were responsible for adding the dream grass to it.

Yan Ruyu looked at where they were making fires and found that these stove holes were dug in the back wall of the main hall. The wall was thick, so digging a few stove holes would not cause any damage. What’s even better is that the smoke from the fire could pass through some of the rooms in the hall. The small hole floats into the temple.

The scholars inside were stunned without even realizing it.

"Bye!" the abbot shouted.

The scholars who were assigned the incense all bowed respectfully and held the incense in their hands, all with piety.

Then, a low voice of chanting came out, and the scholars also bowed their heads and shut up.

At the same time, bursts of thin smoke emerged from the small holes high up.

The smoke dispersed quickly and slowly gathered over the hall, filling it up.

The abbot quickly exchanged glances with the monks and those "temporary helpers" standing outside.

Just wait for the next moment, when these people are so fascinated that they lose their minds, before making the next big move.

However, as the smoke became thicker and thicker, the abbot sniffed and felt a little confused: Is this the smell?

Why does it feel a bit...stinky?

Doesn’t it mean that the dream grass smells a bit fragrant, similar to the smell of incense candles? Why is it different from what was promised?

Gradually, the smell pressed down from the top of his head and became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Intermittently, the sound of chanting also stopped.

The scholars also smelled it, but no one dared to say anything for a while. They looked at each other quickly, trying to find something from each other's expressions.

To prove that it is not your own illusion.

The stench filled the entire hall quickly and forcefully. It was no longer just a stench, it also began to make people feel uncomfortable in the eyes, making people want to cry.

"Cough..." Someone couldn't bear it and started to cough, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his eyes.

Especially those in the front row, who are close to each other, can't stand it.

Everyone gritted their teeth and held on. They were so dizzy from the stench that they felt like vomiting, and their faces were livid from holding back. They took a deep breath when they couldn't bear it anymore.

A breath of stench came over me, and I was almost stupefied again, and my tears flowed down my face.

The abbot stood in front of the statue and was first struck. He felt like he was surrounded by stench from all directions, and his pores were soaked.

I really can't stand it anymore!

He covered his mouth and nose, wiped his tears, and rushed out of the hall.

As soon as he ran away first, the other scholars no longer had any scruples and ran away.

How positive I was when I rushed into the temple gate just now, how crazy I am now when I rush out of the hall.

The incense was also thrown on the ground, kicked and stepped on like the futon, everywhere. The main hall that was solemn just now was now in a mess.

"Cough...cough..."

Coughing sounds came and went, and they all bent over and sucked in the air outside.

Someone muttered: "What's so smelly?"

Just like a stone causing thousands of waves, discussions arose everywhere, and everyone began to complain and question.

Especially those who spend a lot of money. Since entering the town, the money has been spent like water. Now I have seen nothing, but smelled bad.

Someone asked: "Abbott, what's going on?"

"Yeah, where did the stench come from?"

"What does that smell like? Abbot, tell us!"

The abbot was no better than them. His face was red and his neck was thick, and he thought to himself, "I still want to know what's going on!"