“...... Daddy, what are we going to eat at night? ”

"Your mother made you eggplant roast pork at home, do you want to eat it?"

"Yes!"

"Then Wanwan, let's run faster...... If Dad had come home first, he would have eaten all the eggplant roast pork......"

"Dad, you wait for me......"

Close to the foot of the mountain, on the mountain road to the village, a man ran forward, and a little girl chased after him.

“...... Daddy, I'm running ahead of you. ”

"Wanwan is so good, she has outperformed Dad, no, Dad can't run......"

The man slowed down, and the girl ran past the man with a happy smile.

The man looked at his daughter, smiled, and said.

"Then Dad, I'm not running away, let's go together. ”

The little girl listened to her father's words and ran back again,

"Okay, Daddy and my precious daughter are going together. ”

The man smiled, answered, took his daughter, swept past Lian Ge and the old monk, and walked into the village.

......

Under the tree, the cicada still rested on the old monk's shoulder, and the old monk listened to the laughter, turned his head, and looked at the father and daughter walking towards the village.

The cloudy eyes were in a trance, and he lost his mind,

Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the old monk, didn't say anything, withdrew his gaze, and looked into the distance.

The father and daughter chased after each other, and the figures faded away with the laughter.

......

“...... Master monk?"

At this time, on the road into the village, two more people walked by.

It was a middle-aged woman and a middle-aged man, and the middle-aged woman was carrying a bag around her waist, talking to the middle-aged man next to her.

When she walked in front of Lian Ge and the old monk, the middle-aged woman glanced at this side, paused, and after making a call, she walked under the tree, and the middle-aged man followed closely.

“...... The monk master, and this little brother, this is really fate. ”

Approaching the tree, the middle-aged woman said with some joy.

"Amitabha, donor......"

The old monk recited the Buddha's name, and struggled to stand up, but his body trembled a little.

"It's good for the monk master to rest, it's good to rest, and if it's not convenient for the monk master to get up, it's good to sit. ”

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman hurriedly said,

Hearing this, the old monk was silent and didn't get up again.

"The poor monk is rude. ”

"No rudeness, no rudeness......"

......

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged woman, this middle-aged woman was the woman who exempted the old monk's ticket when Lian Ge and the old monk took the bus before.

“...... It's really fate, I met the monk master and the little brother here, how did the monk master come here. ”

The woman laughed and talked.

"The poor monk and the honest donor passed by here, the poor monk was a little tired, so he rested here, and the donor ......" The old monk leaned over and responded,

“...... This is our village. The woman smiled and replied, "The temple you talked to the monk master before is on the mountain behind you, the monk master." ”

Hearing this, the old monk paused, and then, with some effort, turned around, raised his head slightly, and looked into the distance behind him.

In the past of the entrance of the village, not far away, there is a hill, on which there are lush trees, and between the branches and leaves, there is a winding mountain road, which extends along the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, at the end of the winding mountain road, there is a temple, under the shade of dense branches and leaves, only the black roof tiles and scales are exposed.

Looking at the temple on the top of the mountain, the old monk's cloudy eyes were a little trance-like.

On the side, Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the temple in the forest, and then at the old monk, retracted his gaze, and didn't say anything.

......

“...... Master monk, enter from the entrance of this village, or it will be my house not far away, and it will not be early in the morning, or the master monk and this little brother will come to my house for a light meal, rest for the night, and leave again tomorrow. If the monk wants to go up to the mountain and the temple to have a look, he can go up tomorrow to have a look. ”

The middle-aged woman greeted with a voice.

"Yes, this monk master, our family all believe in Buddhism, and the monk master has arrived at the gate of the village, so let's go to the house and sit. ”

Beside him, the middle-aged man also followed suit.

When the old monk heard this, he turned his head and looked at the middle-aged couple.

"Thanks to the benefactor's kindness, the poor monk will not bother. ”

"Don't bother, don't bother, monk, there are no other villages around here, and the road is not easy to walk at night, so let's go to the house and rest for the night......"

The middle-aged woman hurriedly said again.

Hearing this, the old monk shook his head again.

“...... That little brother,"

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman turned her head again and looked at Lian Ge,

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge shook his head and didn't say anything.

“...... Then, Master Monk, my family lives from the entrance of this village, along the fifth house on the left, and if the Master Monk needs it, he can come back to the house and sit. ”

"Thank you, donor. ”

"Then I won't disturb the monk's rest. ”

After another pause, the middle-aged woman said a word and left.

......

Seeing the middle-aged couple go away, Lian Ge turned his gaze back, looked at the old monk who was leaning against the trunk of the tree, sitting with his body bent, and didn't say anything more.

The old monk looked at the village, then turned his head and looked behind him, on the mountain, only a scaly temple was exposed, and his eyes were in a trance, and he lost his mind.

The cicada still rested on the old monk's shoulder, fluttering its wings slightly.

The breeze blew, disturbing the branches and leaves hanging in front of the old monk,

Fourth, it became quieter and quieter.

......

For a long time, the old monk was silent and turned his head.

Leaning over, sitting under the tree, the old monk looked at the branches and leaves hanging down in front of him, and paused again with the swaying branches and leaves in the breeze,

Looking at the cicada on the shoulder, the monk's robe, silent, and his cloudy eyes were in a trance.

"Zen Master Junkong. ”

Lian Ge glanced at the old monk and said in a calm tone,

"Look up and see, what do you see?"

When the old monk heard the sound, he first paused, followed closely, slowly turned his head, and looked in front of him.

In front of him, the branches and leaves still drooped,

“...... Poor Monk ...... Didn't see anything. ”

The old monk muttered,

"And now. ”

Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, stretched out his hand to remove the branches and leaves hanging in front of the old monk's eyes, and turned his gaze,

Not far away, on the road at the foot of the mountain,

An old farmer with a flat pole and a vegetable basket on both sides of the flat pole followed the road and gradually approached.

On his side, a little boy ran around the old farmer, playing around,

The old farmer had a smile on his dark face, and looked at the little boy,

“...... Beings. ”

The old monk looked at the place, his eyes were in a trance, he muttered, and said,

"Know ......"

Immediately after, the cicada on the old monk's shoulder, which was a little weak, also let out a cicada song.

After the cicada chirped, the cicada's wings no longer fluttered, and slid down the old monk's robes.

The old monk lowered his head, looked at the slippery cicada, stretched out his trembling hand, and just caught the cicada.

Looking at the cicada, the old monk was silent,

Holding the cicada, the old monk raised his head, raised his hand, and looked at Lian Ge, his eyes were no longer in a trance, and his cloudy eyes were calm,

“...... Amitabha, thank you to the poor monks. ”

With his hands clasped together, the old monk recited a sentence towards Lian Ge,

Immediately after, the folded hands gradually drooped, and the cicada slipped from his hands and landed on the old monk's robe.

A gust of wind blew, disturbing the placket of the clothes and fluttering the cicada's wings.

Under the trees, it became quieter.

......

“...... Grandpa, when we arrived, there was a village in front of us, and we arrived home. ”

"Arrive, arrive, get home......"