In the early morning, Sora was holding Master's urn and was silent.

He felt that time passed too fast, and the times changed too fast, and even the eternal master he once admired chose to be cremated.

What is there in the world that makes people grow old? Half the sound of a rooster and half a horse's hooves.

In previous years, the plaque of the Shaolin Temple was renovated and renewed, and the number of tourists increased significantly.

Everything has changed, even the taste of Shaolin Temple has changed.

More and more people choose to visit, but more and more people choose to actually enter the Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts.

The stolen scholars who were kicked out by the master in the past are now gone.

The Shaolin Temple now reports the incense money every day casually, which can catch up with the total turnover of an ordinary temple in a month.

Turnover?

Hehe.

Sora laughed at himself sarcastically.

I never said that, and I began to learn to use this word to describe the income of the temple.

Maybe everything has changed.

Sora is holding the urn and slowly ascending the mountain, his expression without joy or sadness.

He wanted to scatter Master's ashes into the soil in the backyard, which was Master's last wish.

Master said that even if you die, your body must be closely connected to the Shaolin Temple.

The bird's cry is very crisp, and the higher you go, the more you can even hear the goshawk's cry, which is strong and powerful.

It's a nice weather, and there are sure to be a lot of tourists who want to come for a while.

Sora was subconsciously analyzing, but when he stopped, he wanted to give himself a slap.

When did you start to look like a businessman?

The vicissitudes of life, the changes in the situation, and he has changed from a hot-blooded young man who was only dedicated to learning Shaolin martial arts to a young and old man who thinks about interests.

"The abbot of Kongzheng is good!"

Sora was passing by a well, and there was an apprentice in a suit who was fetching water.

Sora nodded, but his gaze didn't pass over the apprentice.

More than 10 years have passed, and according to Master's philosophy, there should be four or five children next to this well who will practice standing pile gong again, and they will not greet others when they see them, but only care about practicing seriously.

It's a pity that now, there is only one apprentice who nods his head and is fetching water for the other senior brothers who entered a few years earlier than him.

He continued on his way, with no one in front of him, only an empty road that had been walked countless times.

On this road, he could walk a step even with his eyes closed, and every day he would carry a burden, with a few heavy stones in it, and run from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and then run back from the bottom of the mountain to the water.

This road, he alone, will collapse it by a few centimeters.

The road is getting narrower, shorter, and older.

Perhaps, this road is indeed not keeping up with the times.

Sora sighed.

He looked up and saw a bright-eyed young man looking at him.

The young man's eyes are very bright, he is Kongzheng's pistachio, and he is also Kongzheng's only spiritual support.

If the master is the lighthouse that shows the way to Kongzheng, then the boy is the only dog that Kongzheng carries with him when he goes on a boat.

He is a furnace in the winter and an ice cube in the summer.

Sora Zheng watched him grow from a little kid with a runny nose and tears in his eyes to a handsome teenager.

But in Kongzheng's eyes, the boy doesn't seem to grow up.

Emptiness is like a teacher like a father, like a brother like a friend, accompanying the youth.

The boy is also like a loyal little milk dog, running to comfort Sora when he has any mood swings.

Sora Zheng should have been very depressed today, but when he saw the sadness in the young man's eyes, he was not so confused and sad.

It was at this moment that he understood responsibility.

"Master......" The young man's tears rolled in his eyes, and he couldn't say any more when he said two words.

He sniffed hard to make it less sour.

Sora sped up a few steps and took the boy in his arms.

He suddenly found that the boy had grown up, and his hair could now touch his earlobes, which used to reach his chest.

But the boy is still a child, and in the face of this kind of thing, Kong Zheng can clearly feel the trembling of the boy's body.

He stroked the boy's head, trying to comfort him.

As the old saying goes, if you touch your hair, you can't be scared.

He has been practicing with his master since he was very young, and the books he reads are all martial arts secrets, he has no big culture, and he loves to listen to these slang and sayings.

But these seemingly nonsensical witticisms did work, and the boy calmed down a little.

"Master is a short-lived man, but he is also a great man. ”

Sora Masato didn't know what it meant to be a great person, but he had limited vocabulary in his head, and he only thought of this to describe the dead master.

In his heart, Master has a higher position in his heart than his parents.

The master taught him to read and write, taught him martial arts, and taught him to be a man.

The master seems to have poured everything into him, and is not as good to everyone as he is to him alone, including the young man.

So, at least in the area of emptiness, Master is a great person.

"Brother, there were more people yesterday. ”

The young man was half-leaning on Kongzheng's body, and his eyes could no longer be opened.

He knew that his master had died, but Kong Zheng just let him stay in the temple and was not allowed to take him to the scene for cremation, he didn't dare to disobey his brother's order, and he couldn't let go of his heart, so he stood in the courtyard all night without sleeping.

"Well, I know. Maybe more today. ”

Kongzheng already had the majestic aura that the master once had, serious, not angry and self-assured, but his tone was very gentle, holding the boy to prevent him from falling.

"When there are more people, Master's wish will come true, and the Shaolin Temple is getting better and better. ”

The boy muttered in a daze.

Kongzheng was stunned for a moment, and a sadness welled up in his heart.

"Brother, is Shaolin getting better?"

"Yes. Sora faced this question that he couldn't explain, but he unexpectedly squeezed out a smile and answered in the affirmative.

"Still. Sora said softly, "It's not good enough, I'll make it better." ”

"In the future, Shaolin Temple will be carried forward again, I want the whole country, the world, to know it, like it. ”

"Shaolin Temple will be scattered in all corners of the world. ”

Kongzheng's voice was very soft, and the young man relaxed with his brother's whispering and gradually fell asleep.

Sora gently picked up the boy and put him on the couch in the house, then came outside again.

He found an old tree, an old pine tree, and when he was very young, he had watched other brothers climb up and down this tree.

He took a shovel and dug a half-meter hole next to the tree, then opened the urn, sprinkled it evenly inside, and covered it with soil.

He did not use his feet, but used his hands to compact the soil around him little by little.

The wind blows, not too big or small.

Blow the hem of his garment, blow the branches and leaves of the trees, and blow the dust on the ground.

But Master's ashes were buried so deep by him that the wind could not blow them, and they could not blow them.

Master would lie here quietly, unmoving.

Even if one day, this old pine tree dies of old age, he believes that the master's will is still here, guarding himself and the Shaolin Temple.

He knelt down against the pine tree and kowtowed three times.

"Master, you're gone, but you still have two disciples, Kongzheng and Kongwen. ”

"Master, I will not be depressed, I will not be confused, I will inherit your faith and fulfill your wishes. ”

"Master, the apprentice will dedicate his life to the cause of promoting Shaolin culture. ”

"There will be no more outsiders disturbing the mood of the disciples in our temple, there will be no more cases of disciples raising objections, and there will be no more cases of stealing chickens and dogs and waiting for death. ”

"If there is any more, I will be empty and apologize for my sins. ”

Sora was kneeling like this, his head bowed, but his eyes were particularly firm.

He knelt for half an hour.

From early in the morning, kneel until the sun shines.

From being uninhabited, kneeling to being full of voices.

Finally, he got up, wiped the tears from his face, changed into a robe, and went out to greet the guests.

Bang la blah.

The pine leaves swayed up and down.

It was nodding for the boy on behalf of the Master.

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Today's second watch is over.

When I wrote this chapter, I had a lot to say, but when it came time to actually write it, I was a little at a loss for words.

It is not difficult to see that Master Kongzheng and Kongwen are not an extremely wise abbot, although he has profound martial arts but extreme thoughts, although he treats his disciples like his own children, he is dedicated to keeping the disabled.

But in Kongzheng's eyes, Master is a saintly person, and he will continue to follow the route laid by Master.

This road is not necessarily right, and it is very likely to get shorter and narrower.

But empty and positive, he will definitely choose to persevere.

This is not my intention as an author, but what Sora told me with his own actions.

The teacher's kindness is unforgettable, and it will be remembered forever.