The young monk walked to the back kitchen, scooped a bowl of porridge that had long turned cold, added a bit of salted vegetables, and then cradled the bowl as he slowly headed toward a room at the far end.
Sun Hang moved to his side and carefully observed the young monk's expression, noticing that besides fear and worry, his face also contained a hint of undisguisable revulsion.
Who was he revulsed by? Was it the elder brother who used his seniority to boss them around, or the monk who had just been guarding the gate, or... perhaps the person inside the room?
The young monk knocked twice on the door and softly called, "Master, Brother Jueming sent me to bring you food."
There was no response from inside the room, and the young monk hesitated for a moment before slowly pushing the door open.
Instantly, a stench wafted out from the room.
