Model worker and his little darling

Xiao Lan, on the other hand, was quite frightened.

The old monk rushed up to Uncle Mori, his beard twitching.

“I asked you what business you have here. Judging from your appearance, you are from a newspaper or television company. Please leave. This is not a place for worldly people like you.”

Pingqing rolled his eyes. You think you're so great? You think you're so high and mighty? If you're so capable, then don't use things made by ordinary people.

Forget it, considering he's going to die tonight, I'm too lazy to argue with him.

Hearing the monk's voice getting louder, Uncle Mori quickly waved his hand: "No, we're stuck here because our car had a flat tire. May I ask if we can stay here for the night?"

Upon hearing that they were there to stay, the old monk's attitude changed drastically. He warmly took Uncle Mori's hand and said, "I see. You should have said so earlier if you wanted to stay. I thought you were here to interview about that matter."

Conan and Ran were immediately intrigued, knowing there was some juicy gossip to be had, and they stared at the old monk.

The old monk quickly stroked his white beard. "Haha, it's nothing, just a personal matter. Accommodation here, including a vegetarian meal and tour fees, is 10,000 yuan for adults and 8,000 yuan for children."

Uncle Maoli immediately became unhappy and shouted at the old monk, "Ten thousand dollars? Why don't you just rob someone?"

Ping Qing sized up the old monk. Could it be that this old man was the one who damaged their car, just to swindle them out of their money?

The old monk rubbed his hands together, looking at the group with a confident expression: "It's alright if you don't want to, then just walk six hours down the mountain. I'm not trying to scare you, but on rainy nights like this, the ancient monster Tengu, which eats people's souls, will be watching you."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a thunderclap boomed, bringing the eerie and terrifying atmosphere to its extreme.

Seeing that the group was frightened, the old monk covered his mouth again, saying, "Just forget what I just said, since it's not something that should be said here."

Even with the terrifying Tengu, Uncle Mori still wanted to bargain, but Taira no Kiyoshi stopped him.

No matter how terrifying the legend, it can't stop the Grim Reaper. Anyway, by the time they leave, there's no one left to collect the money.

Seeing that the group agreed to stay, the old monk clapped his hands and said, "Come on over, it's rare to have customers come to our door."

At this moment, four young monks ran out from inside, each with their own unique charm, some plump and some slender.

"Let me introduce you. This is Kuan Nian, who has been practicing the longest among the four. Tun Nian, who has a big appetite but is an excellent cook. Mu Nian, who is very skilled with his hands and is in charge of all the carpentry work in the temple. Xiu Nian, who just arrived this year. I am Tian Yong, the abbot of this temple."

"Alright, Tun Nian and Mu Nian, go prepare dinner. Kuan Nian and Xiu Nian, take the guests around for a tour."

The group followed Kuan Nian and Xiu Nian to visit the temple. It looked dilapidated from the outside, but the interior was quite nicely decorated.

Kuan Nian earnestly introduced the emperor's portrait in the main hall, then suddenly changed the subject: "Mr. Mori, in my opinion, your funeral can also be held here."

Pingqing looked at Kuannian in surprise. "Young man, you're very brave. Do you really want to bring death home?"

"Huh?" Uncle Mori was stunned for a moment as he looked at Kuan Nian's surprising words.

"Haha, I was just kidding." Kuan Nian laughed with an innocent and harmless look on her face.

After walking down the long corridor, Conan found a locked room and went straight in.

He pretended not to hear Kuan Nian's attempts to stop him and continued to observe the strange house.

Uncle Mori, seeing Conan peeking around curiously, also became a little curious and began to look around after entering the room.

"Young master, what is this room used for?"

Kuan Nian looked a little scared, and kept his head down without saying anything.

Xiu Nian, however, eagerly explained, "This is a meditation room. I heard that monks who broke the precepts were imprisoned here in the past..."

After a rapid-fire explanation, everyone learned what had happened at the temple.

Just as Xiu Nian was about to explain in detail, Kuan Nian stopped him.

The group had no choice but to go see the waterfall.

During dinner, everyone chatted as they ate.

Kuan Nian revealed their daily life directly: "When they're on vacation, they'll bring inflatable boats and beach balls to play at the beach. The abbot loves seeing girls in bikinis the most."

Goodness, Kuan Nian is truly the best conversationalist in the entire temple.

Conan, on the other hand, is always thinking about the Tengu.

When Conan asked again, the abbot slowly began to tell a story.

"That's just a boring old legend. It's about a tengu who sneaks into the village like fog on rainy nights, using his superhuman strength to break down houses, grab people, hang their corpses in tall trees, and then eat their flesh. All the people he grabbed were young girls, especially pretty ones like this one, who are the tengu's favorites."

Xiaolan was so frightened that she trembled and quickly hid behind Uncle Mori.

Seeing that Xiaolan was really frightened, the abbot immediately changed his expression: "Oh dear, but this is an ancient legend, there's no need to take it to heart."

Mu Nian, standing to the side, looked horrified: "This isn't just a legend; a similar strange event happened two years ago."

Seeing that Kuan Nian still wanted to stop him, Conan immediately said loudly, "Uncle is the famous detective Kogoro Mouri. Maybe he can help you find out the answer."

Pingqing shifted his legs; he was really not used to this kneeling position.

However, he learned from Conan how to use Uncle Mori.

Upon hearing Uncle Mori's name, everyone exclaimed in surprise, and several young monks surrounded him.

"You are that famous detective..."

"With your wit, you might be able to solve that tricky case..."

Two years ago, there was a young monk...

The abbot's expression changed drastically, and he roared, "All of you, shut up! Have you forgotten the agreement not to bring that matter up again?"

"But the abbot..."

"Alright, that concludes dinner. Now go back to your rooms and get some sleep. Detective, although you've taken refuge in this temple, please leave early tomorrow morning. Get some rest as well."

Pingqing watched the abbot's departing figure and clicked his tongue. The old monk was getting anxious.

However, Conan is still the best; he managed to ruin the old man's reputation so quickly... well, it spread to such a remote temple.

There weren't many rooms in the temple, so the four of them had to share one room.

Seeing that Xiaolan had made up the bedding on the floor, Pingqing already started to miss his soft bed at home.

Ran is still the same Ran who's afraid of ghosts; before going to sleep, she dragged Conan and Uncle Mori's bedding next to her.

Looking at his lonely bedding on the far side, and then at the three people snuggled together sweetly beside him, what to do? He started to feel jealous of Conan again.

Seeing Ran's fear, Conan earnestly explained the origin of the tengu: "Ran-neechan, actually, this legend is from a long time ago, when people who crossed the sea from China called meteors that made a sound like thunder 'heavenly dogs'..."

After listening to Conan ramble on and on, Hirai had absolutely no recollection of when they had ever had such a legend.

"Xiao Lan, the tengu are all fake. If someone really comes, just use karate to drive him away."

"Haha, you guys are really something, saying so much, but I'm not scared of anything at all. Conan, if you're scared, you can come into my bed."

After saying that, Xiaolan curled up in the blankets.