After driving for half a day, the three of them came to a very simple temple.

Qingzhu took a look, this temple is indeed a bit desolate in the ordinary, compared with his own Qingsong Temple, it is a bit like the appearance of Qingsong Temple before it was repaired.

"Daoist, this Jing'an Temple is far worse than your Taoist temple," Luo Fei said to Qingzhu, "Your Taoist temple, I have a feeling of peace of mind as soon as I enter." ”

Knock knock knock......

In the distance, the sound of the regular tapping of wooden fish was heard.

The old monks who sweep the floor and the little monks who meditate are very kind.

From top to bottom, this temple also gives a good feeling.

Qingzhu could feel that the state of tranquility that these monks had entered was very similar to his own.

"Amitabha, dare to ask why the benefactor came?" a young monk in a gray shirt came out and asked.

"We're here to find Mao Ye. Mao Qianqian said first.

The young monk shook his head and said nothing.

Mao Qianqian realized that something was wrong, and added, "What is Mao Ye's kid's name, yes, Mo Xin, we are here to find Mo Xin." ”

"Oh, it turns out that he came to find Senior Brother Moxin, he is in the back mountain, you can find it yourself!"

After the young monk finished speaking, he turned to leave, his eyes calm, and he looked unwavering.

"It's so thorough to be brainwashed, it's all quiet like a fool, obviously they should be vibrant, study hard and work hard, all the good youth is wasted here, really, they are all stupid like this, and they are so happy...... Mao Qianqian sighed.

Mao Qianqian seems to feel full regret for the state of young people.

"Ahem, it's not necessarily brainwashing, maybe everyone has different pursuits......" Qingzhu couldn't listen to it anymore.

"Dao Chief, I didn't say you, you are different from these fools, at least a little smarter than them......" Mao Qianqian said casually.

"Some people like the prosperity of the world, some people like the seclusion in the mountains, everyone has their own way of living, people, they need a spiritual harbor, they are using their own way to find inner peace, it is not a good thing......," Qingzhu continued.

"Dao Chief, Qianqian, she is sharp-toothed, don't pay attention to her......" Luo Fei hurriedly explained.

Mao Qianqian didn't refute, but she still insisted on her own idea, the monk here must have been brainwashed, similar to a pyramid scheme, and even she had the urge to call the police.

However, when she thought that her boyfriend next to her was a policeman, Mao Qianqian suddenly felt weird.

"Let's go see your brother, I don't know what he has become now, and you don't care about being a sister......" Luo Fei quickly changed the topic to Mao Qianqian's younger brother.

"What's the matter, I don't care about him, I don't care if I can drive all the way to this hellish place?!!

"Besides, this place is good, it's not a hell place, don't talk nonsense?!!

Qingzhu couldn't help but smile and shake his head as he listened to the couple's noise.

The three of them followed the path pointed by the young monk until they came to the back, and what caught their eyes was a monk in gray monk's robes.

Seeing the monk's state, Luo Fei and Mao Qianqian were immediately confused.

"Is this still my younger brother Mao Ye? is it really him?!!" Mao Qianqian

I muttered in my heart.

Qingzhu saw that a young and handsome monk was smiling calmly, as if he was drawing on a large stone.

The thick brushwork left traces on the stone, and it seems that he really painted a landscape painting on the stone.

"Brother, what are you doing?!!" Mao Qianqian couldn't help but ask loudly.

Being asked by this woman seemed to break the tranquility here, and Mao Ye was also alarmed.

"Female donor, the little monk is painting......" Mao Ye looked at his sister with a calm face.

"What do you call me, female donor, brother, you are really brainwashed, you don't even know my sister anymore, you actually call me a female donor, I'm angry, female donor, your sister !!"

Mao Qianqian's temper came up all of a sudden, if it weren't for Officer Luo Fei pulling her by the side, she might have been rough.

"Since you're here, let's enjoy the little monk's paintings, right?" Mao Ye said with a calm face.

Qingzhu took a few steps and looked down at the painting on the stone.

Although Qingzhu doesn't know the art of painting, it looks really good, full of artistic conception, a mountain and a water look like a god, full of charm, not like it came from the hand of a nineteen-year-old boy.

"Yes, why don't you draw it on paper, maybe you can sell it for money?" Luo Fei muttered.

Mao Qianqian is highly educated, so she naturally knows more about art than Qingzhu and Luo Fei.

When she looked at the landscape painting on the stone, she had a complicated expression on her face, and said in a low voice, "The painting is really good, brother, when did you learn to draw?!!

"I started learning very early, Rong Xiaoseng think about it, when I was about ten years old, when I saw an old monk on the street drawing with chalk on the ground, I was attracted and made up my mind, I also want to learn to paint in this life......"

Mao Ye's expression recalled the past, but there was some regret in his eyebrows.

"That old monk is my teacher, the female benefactor, you have probably seen ...... too," Mao Ye said again.

"Old monk, brother, did you say that beggar who was beaten away by our father before? Just that dirty beggar, he can still teach you to draw?!!" Mao Qianqian remembered something and asked with a shocked face.

"He is not a beggar, he is my art teacher, the most important enlightenment teacher in my life......" Mao Ye corrected calmly, and then looked at Mao Qianqian, "At that time, I invited him to my house as a guest, and I also told you that he was my teacher, but what was the result, especially my father, who treated my teacher so unreasonably......

Mao Qianqian really couldn't believe that the dirty old beggar she saw many years ago was her brother's teacher.

At the time, she thought it was a child trafficking scammer?!!

"Brother, do you blame our dad for beating your teacher? Actually, our dad is worried about you, thinking that you have met a bad person, he really cares about you!!" Mao Qianqian asked, but Mao Ye didn't say anything.

After being silent for a while, Mao Ye stood up and took three cups and a pot of tea from the small table next to him.

"Please have tea!" Mao Ye said.

Tea is warm and hot, in this cold weather, the most appropriate.

Qingzhu and Luo Fei were also polite and drank it, but Mao Qianqian was not in the mood to drink tea.

"Brother, do you know or not, our dad misses you very much and wants you to go home, do you want to think about it, follow me today

Go back ?!!," Mao Qianqian persuaded her.

I don't know how his family is, but Qingzhu can see that Mao Qianqian cares about this younger brother very much.

After hearing this, Mao Ye's expression did not fluctuate, and he was still smiling.

"Female donor, needless to say, the temple is the home of the little monk...... Mao Ye said.

"You're enough!! Mao Qianqian slapped the table hard, "Mao Ye, how long do you have to be willful, do you know that your behavior of abandoning your family is very excessive, are monks so ruthless and unright!!eous?

Mao Qianqian's temper began to flare up.

Mao Ye just shook his head, didn't talk back, still picked up the brush and continued to draw on the stone.

Listening to Mao Qianqian's loud reprimand on the side, still chattering, Mao Ye didn't seem to hear at all, he was still very focused, and he was painting seriously without distractions.

Seeing this, Qingzhu began to admire this Mao Ye.

"Qianqian, you dissipate your anger first," Luo Fei stood up with a wry smile, and said in a round game, "To be honest, Mao Ye's painting level is very good, it seems that he has learned a lot from the old monk, and besides, I think this temple is quite good......"

"What are you talking nonsense, have you also been brainwashed?!! Mao Qianqian suddenly pointed at her boyfriend.

"Qianqian, although I can't read the painting, it feels really good, don't be angry......" Luo Fei continued to persuade.

"I'm so angry, who are you with, didn't you say come with me to persuade my brother to go home, why are you all brainwashed now!!" Mao Qianqian shouted hysterically.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable ......"

At this time, Qingzhu, who was eating melons on the side, finally spoke, "According to the poor road, this senior brother may not be painting......

Hearing Qingzhu say this, Mao Ye, who had no waves, turned around and looked at Qingzhu again, as if he hadn't noticed Qingzhu at all.

"This Daoist brother, what is your opinion?" asked Mao Ye.

"You're looking for inner peace, and painting is just a way for you to find peace...... "Qingzhu said seriously.

Qingzhu is right, the monks are all seeking tranquility, their way of seeking tranquility is the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, and Mao Ye's way of seeking tranquility is painting.

Mao Ye finally noticed this Taoist priest, as if he had found a soulmate, and stood up, revealing an expression of understanding.

Mao Ye's expression, whether it is Luo Fei or Mao Qianqian, has never been seen.

"Amitabha, this Taoist brother is right, the teacher has been seeking silence all his life, and he also wants us to understand the true meaning of quietness, the so-called quiet, which is peace, seeking our own peace, no matter what the way, as long as we do not harm others, the teacher will allow us to do it...... In my life, the person I am most grateful to is my teacher, but unfortunately, the teacher died shortly after being beaten into the hospital by my father, but he did not resent anything, only let me take his painting and seek my own tranquility......"

Speaking of this, Mao Ye smiled, and his eyes became very complicated.

Mao Qianqian asked in disbelief, "Mao Ye, is what you just said true?Father would actually do this?Why have I never heard you say this?!!