"Sometimes, it's not so accurate. ”

By the river, in front of the stall, Lian Ge retracted his gaze from a distance, smiled slightly, and said out loud.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

With his hands folded, the old monk recited the Buddha's name again and turned back.

Tilting his head slightly, Lian Ge looked at the night above his head again,

In the night, there are still no stars, but after the clouds that are blown away by the breeze, the oblique moon reappears, and some moonlight is swaying towards the ground.

Glancing at the oblique moon, Lian Ge turned his gaze and looked at the old monk,

"Zen Master Jikong, do you know where to go now?"

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge asked out loud,

"Got it. The old monk nodded in response, "Go to the sixteenth group of Xiahe Village and overspend it for the mother who is always the benefactor." ”

"Let's go. Lian Ge smiled, turned his gaze back, and then looked at the white cloth on the ground, in front of the stall, which was disturbed by the breeze,

"Bring that cloth with you. ”

As he spoke, Lian Ge moved his steps and walked along the river, walking into the distance,

The old monk paused, bent down and gathered up the white cloth, holding the white cloth in one hand and supporting the branch in the other, and followed closely behind.

The oblique moon overhead slowly changed its position in the night, and Lian Ge and the old monk walked along the riverside, gradually moving away.

......

“...... Sassy. ”

"Tweet ......"

The dense leaves are disturbed by the breeze, making some rustling sounds,

The dew still on the branches and leaves, trembling with the breeze, dripping from time to time,

The rising sun shines through the leafy mountain forest, reflecting the dappled sunlight under the mountain forest,

The dappled sunlight also swayed gently along with the branches and leaves.

In the mountains and forests, under the trees, Lian Ge woke up from his sleep, stood up again, and looked at the old monk who was meditating cross-legged under another tree next to him.

After leaving the city last night, Lian Ge and the old monk traveled here and slept all night.

“...... Amitabha, the poor monk made the benefactor wait for a long time. ”

As if hearing the voice, the old monk also opened his eyes, took the branch placed next to him, stood up, folded his hands, and said to Lian Ge,

"I've just woken up. Lian Ge shook his head slightly, and said in a loud voice, "Zen Master Jiekong is still sleepy, you can rest for a while." ”

"The poor monk feels less, and he has rested enough. The old monk shook his head and said.

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk and didn't say anything more.

"Let's go. ”

"Squeak, squeak, squeak......"

On the tree on the side, the mouse barked twice, first slapped two wild fruits down from the tree, one fell in front of Lian Ge, was caught by Lian Ge, and the other fell into the arms of the old monk, and then he also held a wild fruit and returned to Lian Ge's shoulder from the tree.

“...... Thank you for the almsgiving. ”

The old monk took the wild fruit and said to the mouse.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak......"

The little mouse held the wild fruit and barked twice at the old monk, but he didn't bite the wild fruit in his hand.

Hearing this, Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the guinea pig, smiled, and didn't say anything.

He turned around and walked out of the forest.

The old monk took the wild fruit, took a bite, followed closely, and followed.

The mouse stared at the old monk, and after seeing the old monk eat the wild fruit, he turned his head and ate it with the wild fruit.

......

The branches and leaves were disturbed, and Lian Ge and the old monk walked out of the mountain forest again, and continued to walk forward along the mountain road around the mountain.

The rising sun rises towards the sky, and the shadows of the trees stretch out from the hills on the road, gradually changing their positions.

There were fewer and fewer vehicles on the road on his side, and it was a long time before an old bus, carrying a full load of passengers, slowly passed by his side.

Either leaning over, carrying a basket, or rushing a plastic bag, or holding a child, or carrying farm tools, people from nearby villages from Lian Ge and the old monk from time to time went in opposite directions.

The sound of insects and birds, with gusts of mountain wind, from the roadside hills, rings in the ears.

......

“...... From here, it's the sixteenth group of Xiahe Village. ”

After walking for a while, Lian Ge and the old monk stopped,

An old farmer with a hoe in one hand and a basket in the other, pointed in the direction and pointed the way to Lian Ge and the old monk.

"Thank you, old donor. The old monk folded his hands and bent slightly.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. ”

The old farmer smiled, waved his hand, picked up the hoe, and gradually walked away.

......

Turning his gaze, he looked in the direction the old farmer pointed,

A ramp connects the road at your feet, extending down the hillside.

At the end of the ramp, there is a mountain col, and in the col, there are some houses and households, which are connected by a village road.

In front of the door and behind the house, there are fields with patches of wheat seedlings, patches of rape, and some vegetables.

In some homes, some cooking smoke is rising, and in some fields, villagers are busy with farm work.

"Let's go. ”

Retracting his gaze, Lian Ge said a word, then moved his steps and walked down the ramp towards the village.

The old monk stood by the roadside, looked at the village in the col, paused again, and followed closely.

......

Follow the ramp down to the entrance of the village.

Along the only road in the village, Lian Ge and the old monk walked into the village.

Along the village road, beside the village road, in the yard, in the fields, the words of the people in the village rang in the ears from time to time with the mountain wind,

“...... Mom, I'll help you plant. ”

"Good...... Come on, scoop some more water and water it......"

In a vegetable patch, a middle-aged woman planted tea seedlings, and a five or six-year-old child followed alongside, holding a small hoe, also busy.

The old monk turned his head, looked at the place, paused, and followed.

Along the village road, Lian Ge and the old monk walked forward, on their sides, from time to time the villagers passed by, towards Lian Ge and the old monk couldn't help but look sideways.

Passing a courtyard again, Lian Ge and the old monk walked to the first turn of the village road, facing the past, which was the courtyard of the family.

Behind the yard was an old house, with some mottled doors closed.

Glancing at the room, Lian Ge moved his steps, bypassed the house, and walked towards the back of the house.

The old monk was a little silent and followed.

......

Behind the house is the hill, and on the slope of the hill, there are patches of reclaimed fields, but many of them have been deserted, leaving only ridges.

Along the ridge on the hillside, Lian Ge and the old monk walked towards the hill,

After passing a few terraced fields, Lian Ge and the old monk stopped again on the mountainside.

......

In front of him, there is a terraced field against a steep mountain, there is nothing planted in the terrace, and some weeds grow.

On the other side of the mountain, two dirt bags were leaning closely,

One has some traces of weeds growing on it, and the dirt on the other seems to be freshly turned out.

One has a tombstone, and the other has not yet been erected.

In front of the two earthen bags, the weeds had been cleared, and there were some tributes, piles of paper money and burned ashes, and incense wax that had been burned out.

“...... Amitabha. ”

The old monk looked at the two earthen bags, recited the Buddha, and sat down cross-legged in front of the two tombs.

"It's going to make the Lian donor wait for a long time. ”

The old monk turned his head and said to Lian Ge,

Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, shook his head slightly, and didn't say anything.

The old monk turned his head, folded his hands, and recited the scriptures of the Jizo Sutra in front of the two graves.

The sound of the scriptures is the same as before, with a special rhythm, echoing on the mountainside,

“...... Who are you?"

At this moment, a somewhat confused voice sounded beside him.