"Sassy ......"

The breeze blows, disturbing the foliage.

On the road at the foot of the mountain, the child ran with his grandfather and then quieted down again.

Along the village road, in every house, a lamp is still on, through the window, swaying outward, illuminating the courtyard of each family, a section of the village road in front of the courtyard.

Outside the village, it became quieter.

......

“...... Amitabha. ”

The old monk recited the Buddha's horn and stood up from under the tree.

Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, and after a pause, he put down his hand that was hanging down in front of the tree.

Turning his gaze again, he looked at the old monk's side, the old monk was still sitting cross-legged under the tree, his head hanging down, and Lian Ge withdrew his gaze.

"Thank you Lian Shi for the last journey of the poor monks. ”

The old monk turned around, looked at the body under the tree calmly, and then turned back, folded his hands, and bent slightly to Lian Ge.

When Lian Ge heard this, he glanced at the old monk, didn't say anything, withdrew his gaze, and looked to the side,

Not far from the tree, there were already several figures in black suits.

The old monk also followed Lian Ge's line of sight, turned his head, looked at the figures, his hands were folded, and his eyes were still calm.

......

“...... I'm waiting to see the Heavenly Master. ”

Several underworld ghosts approached the tree, bowed down and saluted Lian Ge.

Lian Ge looked at a few ghosts, nodded, and didn't say anything.

"Zen master, I'm waiting for the ghost of the underworld, come to pick you up for the last time, come with us. ”

The leading ghost cha turned his head to look at the old monk and said.

"Amitabha, I'm tired of your donors. ”

When the old monk heard this, his hands were folded, his eyes were calm, and after answering,

He turned his head again, looked at the body under the tree, and looked at the cicada on the monk's robe.

After a pause, the old monk turned around again, folded his hands, bent down and said to Lian Ge,

“...... I don't know if I can bother the honest donor anymore. Bury the poor monk's skin. ”

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk and turned his gaze back,

"Where does Zen Master Junkong want to be buried? ”

"You can be buried anywhere, you don't need to erect a monument, and you don't need to raise a grave. ”

The old monk responded.

Hearing this, Lian Ge looked at the old monk again and nodded.

"Thank you, Lord Lian. ”

The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed to Lian Ge and recited a long sentence.

......

“...... Zen Master, let's go. ”

On the side, the waiting ghost of the underworld walked up to the old monk, and did not reach out to catch the old monk, but just said loudly.

"I'm tired of you, donors. ”

With his hands folded, the old monk bent slightly.

“...... Heavenly Master, I'll take this Zen master down first. ”

The ghost of the underworld bowed down and said to Lian Ge respectfully.

Hearing this, Lian Ge nodded and didn't say anything more.

Immediately after, several underworld ghosts took the old monk and took a few steps back, and then suddenly disappeared.

Under the trees, it is becoming quieter.

......

Seeing the figures of the ghost cha and the old monk disappear from sight, Lian Ge turned his gaze back and looked at the body of the old monk under the tree, the cicada on the monk's robe, the bag placed on the side, and the branch,

The placket of the monk's robe and the wings of the cicada are still trembling and shaking lightly with the branches and leaves hanging in front of the old monk with the breeze.

The bags, the branches, lay quietly beside them, the bark on the branches had long been worn away, and some of the open bags revealed the corner of the yellowed scripture book, the monk's robe with traces of sewing, and the side of the cracked porcelain bowl.

After a pause, Lian Ge turned his gaze,

Tilting his head slightly, he looked behind the tree, and on the top of the hill in the distance, a temple with scaly horns peeked out of the dense leaves.

"Let's go. ”

After another pause, Lian Ge waved his hand, took the bag containing monk's robes, bowls and chopsticks, scriptures, faded and mottled branches, the cicada, and the body of the old monk, and walked towards the temple on the top of the hill.

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

The little mouse crouching on his shoulder turned his head and barked.

The breeze blew again, and the drooping branches and leaves under the tree were still swaying and swaying gently.

......

“...... Crunch ......"

Along the somewhat winding path, a man and a rat walked to the top of the hill, in front of the temple gate.

The red paint on the temple gate has faded a little, and the wall ash on the courtyard wall extending along both sides of the temple gate has also fallen off a little, which looks a little mottled.

The temple door was hidden, Lian Ge waved his hand, and some old wooden doors opened inward,

Moving his footsteps, Lian Ge stepped into the temple gate.

Entering the temple gate, it is the front yard of this temple, the courtyard is a compacted mud floor, no bricks, no bluestone.

Next to the front yard, there is a tree, and the dense branches and leaves cover the corner of the front yard, but there is not much fallen leaves in the yard.

Not far from the tree, there is also a saliva tank, on which there are some traces of cement smearing.

The front yard was facing the past, and there were several tiled houses covered with black tiles, and the one facing was facing each other, with the door open.

Through the door, there were several statues of gods in the room against the inner side wall, and in front of the statues of the gods, there were also a few unburned incense waxes.

The candle flame was gently swaying with the breeze, waving the dim light and dispelling the night in the house.

Looking at the courtyard and the open room, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze and put down the old monk's body, along with the bag, branches, and cicadas, in front of the main hall.

Stepping away, he crossed the threshold and stepped into the candle-lit hall.

In the main hall, it seems a little empty, and under several statues of gods, there are a few futons made of straw.

Next to the statue, against the wall on the other side, there was also an offering table, and on the offering table were several tablets, in front of which were also lit candles and some burning incense.

The paint on the table had faded a little, but there was not much dust.

Not far from the offering table, by the open door of the house, still leaning on a broom,

Like in the courtyard, the furnishings are a little old, but not dilapidated.

......

“...... Are you?"

At this moment, the temple door was pushed open from the outside,

An old peasant-like man, holding a lit incense wax in one hand and shielding the wind with the other, walked in from outside the temple gate.

Stepping into the main hall, raising his head, and noticing Lian Ge, the old farmer was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but say,

"I'm a passer-by, and I heard that there is a temple here, so I came in and had a look. ”

Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the old farmer, and replied with a slight smile,

"That's ......"

The old farmer lifted the candle and looked at Lian Ge again by the candle before he came closer.

"Young man, why did you come up at this time, it's a big night, and the mountain road is not very easy to walk. ”

As he spoke, the old peasant took the candle, was careful, walked to the idol, and put the candle he was holding in front of the idol.

Then he went to the side, and took out some incense from the bag that hung on the wall.

"Didn't the old man come up at this time?" Lian Ge smiled slightly, and responded,

"Hey, old man, my family lives at the bottom of the mountain, in that village, the young man should have passed by when he came...... I happened to be a little free after dinner, so I came up and had a look. ”

The old farmer answered the words and lit the incense wax,

“...... Recently, my daughter-in-law became pregnant. Both of them were outside, so I thought about coming up and worshiping the Bodhisattva, so that the Bodhisattva could bless their mother and son safely......"

The old peasant chattered, spoke, paused, made a gesture in front of the statue, and inserted incense wax into the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue.

"Young man, would you like to come and worship too?"

Turning around, the old farmer looked at Lian Ge and asked,

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled and shook his head,

Seeing this, the old farmer didn't ask much, turned around, and walked back to the bag containing the fragrant wax, holding the fragrant wax,

“...... By the way, let's take a look at a few masters. ”

As he spoke, the old peasant took the incense wax and walked towards the offering table beside him.