There are not many pedestrians in this village, and the yellow hair hangs down, and they are happy.

The three of them looked up, there were children squatting on the edge of the mud, holding a wooden stick to play with insects, and there was also an old man holding a cigarette stick, taking a sip from time to time, although the hair was sparse, but there were few white hairs in it, and it did not look mottled.

Broaden the field of vision again, the small green mountains in the distance are like Dai Mei, and they are like the hidden dragon on the ink painting, with a mystery in the green, which is very good-looking.

Zhou Bulong clasped his hands together and asked an old man on the side of the road with a kind expression: "Uncle, I don't know where this place is, the three of us have traveled here, but because they are not familiar with the terrain, they deviated from the original route, and I ask the old man to tell me one or two." ”

The old man looked up with some difficulty, and found that this monk was so kind in addition to being handsome, that he couldn't help but think of when he was a child, his father took him to the school, although his father's face was blurred, but that demeanor was surprisingly similar.

The old man shook his head for a moment, and then replied: "The little master wants to know where we are? We are Taochun Mansion under the jurisdiction of Zhanzhou, and then Yuyuan Village, we really don't have many tourists here, but a few days ago there was a girl with a veil and no appearance. It's been a few years since I've had you today. ”

Zhou Bulong thanked him first, and then asked if he could borrow it and rest for the night.

The old man readily agreed, he already felt that this monk was kind-faced, how could he refuse.

The three of them stayed again. The old man has no children under his knees, and his wife and son died a few years ago, and he lives at home alone, and he feels lonely.

Maybe it's because I've tasted loneliness in the past few years, the old man is very enthusiastic about the three of them, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, asking long and short, Zhou Bulong also coped with it properly, Lu Qiong and Qian Zhitan stayed aside honestly, and they really couldn't find anything to do.

Lu Qiong was originally a hunter, and he was still young, so he didn't know much about chatting, while Qian Zhitan was a stuffy gourd, if he hadn't been working for a few years, he wouldn't have learned to ask for a chance.

Now that the opportunity has come, he has returned to silence, and he can't say a few words all day long, but his cultivation is becoming more and more profound.

"What is the name of the little master?" the old man asked the name first.

"My husband can call me a layman's name, the little monk's name is Zhou Bulong, he was originally a native of Luzhou in the South China Sea, and later was in distress on the mountain, fortunately rescued by his teacher, and then entered the temple as a monk, and became a monk. Zhou Bulong said with a smile.

"Oh, I see. Nanhai country, I also went there when I was young, the little master can travel the world, he must be a high monk. There was some nostalgia on the old man's face.

"The high monk is not counted, the poor monk just has some ideas. Does the old man have a family?" Zhou Bulong looked around and found that the old man's situation did not seem to be optimistic.

"Hehe, my wife didn't resist a few years ago, let's go!

"When I was young, I didn't know how to run out, I went to the South China Sea, I also went to the Donggu Changhe, I went through the army and went through business, but the longest soldier, I remember when I was young, I still wanted to kill some demon cubs, and I came back to brag and fart, but when I entered the northern region, I found that the north wind is really a knife, and it can scrape people!

"Later, I met some monsters, good guys, all of them were born like calves, and their strength was amazing, and they almost made me break an old bone there, but fortunately I had the help of my colleagues to save a small life.

"After killing some demon cubs, I was discharged from the army, mainly because I was old and became a burden on the tundra.

"I didn't expect it, my wife is still waiting for me, she is in her thirties, several years younger than me, and she is still willing to marry me. At this, the old man touched his face and paused before continuing:

"She's been running behind my ass since she was a child, but she hasn't married, my father-in-law and mother-in-law are gone, and she's still waiting...... What an unintelligent woman!" The old man glanced at Zhou Bulong, and found that he was listening so seriously, and there was a wonderful emotion on his gentle face:

It's winter, the cold wind is howling, the fallen leaves are returning to the roots, the cold comes and the summer comes and goes, and my roots are still here.

The old man's heart appeared with the appearance of his wife, but he couldn't hold back for a while and shed tears.

"Hey, little master, you see, when people are old, they can't even put the dragon gate array, and they have to look at each other when they say it, don't blame the master, don't blame!"

Zhou Bulong also wiped his eyes, the story was very plain, but between the lines, the affection in the old man's demeanor was touching.

That night, the old man waited until all three of them had fallen asleep, and then sat in his room, where there was a portrait of his deceased wife, and a small incense ash dingding was placed underneath.

The old man took out the incense, lit it reverently, and said something in his mouth: "Old woman, I met a monk today! The monk is very kind, I have been chatting with the old man for a long time, and the old man has a much better breath in my heart!"

His face showed great longing, but a wonderful flower was born in his heart, this flower had a strange shape, the long flower stem was full of small purple flowers, and at the same time, the same flower was born on Zhou Bulong's spiritual platform, but the purple was much lighter.

Zhou Bulong sat cross-legged and looked at the Lingtai with a little doubt: "Why? I can't understand the meaning of the Buddha of this flower......?" The murmuring voice gradually faded, because he also understood that this Buddha the Great Buddha's Dharma was very strange, although he had comprehended it, he could not understand all the mysteries in it.

These flowers are actually part of his cultivation, but he needs to have enough understanding of the Buddha's meaning in them before he can use them, and if he can't understand them, the flowers will even wither.

These flowers are born through him by people who are destined for him, and once a person has an epiphany, Zhou Bulong's Dharma will also improve, but if he does not have enough enlightenment, this flower will be useless and even poison his body.

Shaking his head, Zhou Bulong knew that this matter was in a hurry, and he still had to get along with the old man more, but now he was not very clear about the meaning of the Buddha in the flower, and he was afraid that it was a little suspenseful to let the old man become his disciple.

Besides, the old man is already in his sixtieth year, and he has no cultivation in his body, Zhou Bulong really doesn't want him to travel with him, and he has to live a life of exile at a great age.

While thinking about it, the old man walked into Zhou Bulong's room with a portrait, and the old man said in a wonderful voice: "Little master, you will leave in a few days, how about taking me with you? ”

Zhou Bulong noticed that the portrait in the old man's hand was his wife, and if you look closely, the woman is a little wrinkled, but a pair of peach blossom eyes are very good-looking, and she must have been very beautiful when she was young.

Zhou Bulong found that the old man's face was actually full of death.

Born to die, the future can be expected.

The old man muttered: "Old woman, I was a bastard before you left, and I didn't take you out to see, now it's okay, there is a monk with me, let's take a look at the world together, and then, ah, I'll go down to accompany you......"

Zhou Bulong sighed, his eyes were moist, and at the Lingtai, the purple flowers became more and more gorgeous.