Horror: a Ruined Temple in a Deserted Mountain, Three Monks Want to Eat Me

The heavy rain closed the mountain, and the three young monks in the ruined temple were knocking on wooden fish and looked at me like I was looking at fat meat. I gulped as I leaned against the headless Buddha statue without sleeping for three days. The youngest one suddenly grinned: "Brother, he seems to know what we are waiting for." I tightened my sleeves and held the broken tiles that had been hidden for three days - they were not necessarily the ones who made the first move.