Chapter 13: Master Dustheart

Zhao Xu saw Li Huan leave, a little sad, until Li Huan disappeared from sight, Zhao Xu calmed down and continued to climb the mountain, upside down.

Stumbling, bumping, sore arms, thirsty and hungry, Zhao Xu lay down the mountain, looking at the sun that had been slanting westward, tears swirling in his eyes, wanting to cry but couldn't cry, it was quite good to lie down like this, and he didn't want to move.

Close your eyes slowly

Drowsiness hit, Zhao Xu, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and got up, now is not the time to be lazy to sleep, he has missed lunch, but he can't miss dinner, otherwise he will starve to death.

I moved my arms, stood upside down again, climbed the stairs, and had the experience of most of the day, but this time it was easier to go up the mountain than to go down.

It may be because it is easier to go up the mountain upside down than to go down the mountain upside down, or it may be because you have learned a lesson from going down the mountain before, or maybe you have both......

Slowly climbing the mountain, you can only go up one step at a time, the limit is too much, I don't dare to try two steps at a time, Zhao Xu understands that he doesn't have that ability, if he has to try, then he will only try to fall once, it's better to take it slowly, and it's better to make progress steadily.

The speed of going up the mountain is obviously faster than going down the mountain, and the distance of each advance is more and more, and before it was every dozen steps or stopped or fell, and this time Zhao Xu set himself a goal of at least twenty steps each time, slowly increasing, if you go up to twenty steps at a time, then rest for a while, next time you will have one more order, if you fall down at twenty, then two more steps, slowly increase and slowly progress.

Don't advance, retreat.

This was repeated until sunset, when Zhao Xu looked at the few steps left and planned to climb to the top in one go, and there would be no more food to eat......

Adjust your breathing, adjust your state, be steady, step by step, and finally end.

Hanging for two days, he slammed his arms open the temple gate with his shoulders, dragged his tired body to the guest room where he lived, and met a lot of monks along the way, big monks, small monks, fat monks, thin monks, high monks, short monks, all of them, these monks saw Zhao Xu and didn't say anything but saluted and went to their respective places, Zhao Xu couldn't raise his arms, so he had to smile and nod.

Knocked open the door of the guest room where he lived, and his eyes looked directly at the table and swept, whew~ Fortunately, I caught up......

Sitting at the table, Zhao Xu began to worry, how could he eat if he couldn't lift his arms......

At this moment, the old monk appeared in Zhao Xu's room, looked at Zhao Xu with a kind face, and stood with his hands in his hands.

Zhao Xu hurriedly got up.

"Master of Dusty Heart"

Although I can't move my arms, I can move my mouth.

The old monk was a little embarrassed when he heard Zhao Xu call him like this, and then he laughed and shouted "Okay......

As for calling the old monk Master Chenxin, in fact, Zhao Xu thought about it in his heart, but he couldn't call it as the old monk himself said, nor could he call it the host, he was not kind enough, after all, people want to be their own coach-like figures, and it is not appropriate to call the master to go.

Not to mention that the old monk is very useful.

"Sit down, I'll bring you some medicine, I see that you can't apply it yourself, sit down, I'll smear the medicine for you." ”

Zhao Xu did so, only to see the monk take out two different bottles of medicine, one red and one white, put them on the table, took off Zhao Xu's shirt, picked up the red bottle and poured it on his hand, and applied it to Zhao Xu's wound.

After wiping the red bottle and wiping the white bottle, the white bottle is used to smear the arms, thinking that the two bottles have different medicinal effects, after applying the two arms, they feel not so sore, some are cool and refreshing, and the effect is peculiar.

"Okay, you rest for a while, your arms can be moved, as for the meal, you don't have to worry, you won't take it away, but it's only today, tomorrow will start to take it away, don't get out of bed tomorrow morning, otherwise I'll come over and whip you with a stick, hehe, little guy, the medicine will be left to you, tomorrow I'll take the medicine yourself, how to use it You just saw it, I won't say it, hehe, rest well, I'm leaving." ”

The old monk was very happy, waved his hand and left, very numb, Zhao Xu didn't have time to send it when he thought about it.

Zhao Xu looked out the window, his eyes glazed.

Four hundred and forty-four steps, this is Zhao Xu climbed the mountain today, climbing the mountain is boring and tiring, only counting the steps to distract and decompress.

There are thousands of thoughts, thinking of my father, my brother, my grandparents, and my brothers, and finally fixed on that girl, and unconsciously Zhao Xu raised a smile on the corner of her mouth, that girl is so good, and when she closed her eyes, the girl came to mind, and the smile was so sweet.

Just sat down like this, and sat until it was completely dark, and I don't know what time it was, and the candles in the room were lit at some point, Zhao Xu tried to move his arms, although he was still a little sore and swollen, but it was still no problem to eat.

Feasting, gobbling up, drinking water like crazy, comfortable and happy, Zhao Xu, who was tired for a day, fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes on the bed.

The old monk came, lit the lamp, and left.

The old monk came again, took off Zhao Xu's shoes, covered the quilt, blew out the lamp, and left quietly.

Looking at the starry sky in the courtyard

I don't know how long, I left with a smile.

The old monk has been on this mountain since he can remember, no childhood, no friends, what he does every day is to carry water and sweep the floor, chant the scriptures and chant the Buddha, time passes day by day, the adult old monk has written down all the temple Buddhist scriptures, reciting it backwards, but then slowly the host at that time saw that the face of the dust heart was getting worse day by day, with a straight face, always sitting on the roof looking into the distance, lying on the roof at night and looking at the starry sky, and rarely communicated with the brothers, for a long time I have not seen this big disciple laugh, I felt wrong, so I found the dust heart and asked him, why?

Dusty didn't answer, and lowered his head.

He yearns for the outside world

Life on the outside

Being a monk is not what he wants, boring, year after year, day after day, he has long been fed up, if it weren't for the old host who raised him, taught him to read and write, and treated him like a relative, maybe Chenxin would have left the monastery and traveled all over the world.

The old host didn't want to see Chenxin like this, so he promised Chenxin that he could leave the temple to see the outside world after forming a dantian.

Dusty was overjoyed, and it took less than half a year to leave the monastery under the guidance of the old host, exploring the world with curiosity, and feeling new and curious.

There is also a dark side to the beauty of the world, which he has seen and felt, and after more than ten years, he is full of disappointment in the world, and he also begins to miss his master, the old host, and misses the pure life in the temple, no dirty, no intrigue, no deceit.

He returned to the monastery, but the old abbot had passed away, leaving a letter and relics, and he cried very much, and blamed himself very much.

"Child, don't complain about this world, don't give up this world, live well, the temple will entrust it to you, live well, live well. ”

Since then, Chenxin, as the eldest disciple of the old host, has never left this mountain.