"Master, why did you drive me down the mountain?" Feng Lei knelt down in front of his master, his face full of tears.

"Feng Lei, you have learned all the skills, there is nothing to teach you as a teacher, you go down the mountain, find the purpose of your survival, and be a useful person in the world." The old monk touched Feng Lei's head with a sad face and said.

"No, I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to accompany the master." Feng Lei hugged the old monk's leg and cried.

"Master, don't let my junior brother go, I will work more in the future, make more friends, and I won't go to the bottom of the mountain to buy things secretly." Dong'er also knelt down in front of the old monk and cried.

"Anitabha, the wind and thunder your appetite is too large, and the master is no longer capable of continuing to adopt you."

"Master, I will eat less in the future and make more connections, I don't want to leave the master."

"Feng Lei, don't hug my legs, you are born with divine power, do you want to break the leg of the teacher, Dong'er go back with me, otherwise you can go with him." The old monk violently broke free of his leg and walked back to the temple.

Dong'er still saw that the master had made such a big fire for the first time, hesitated for a moment, got up and followed, looked at the wind and thunder kneeling on the ground, sighed, and closed the temple door. In fact, Feng Lei didn't know, and the master had to drive him away.

Just last month, a few middle-aged people in suits and leather shoes came to the temple, saying that some kind of developer was going to buy the mountain where the temple is located and build a tourist holiday villa here. The temple was also demolished, and the old monk was promised a large sum of money, enough to cover his expenses for several lifetimes.

The old monk has lived in the temple since he was a child, how can his feelings for the temple be measured by money, of course he will not agree, money is like waste paper to him. No matter how a few people persuaded him, the old monk was indifferent. Several people were also verbally reprimanded by the old monk, and finally walked away.

A few days after those people left, the old monk went down the mountain alone to make a fortune, and was caught in a car by several social youths under the mountain, and then taken to a place and beaten severely, and threatened to let the old monk move out with the people in the temple within a month, otherwise they would disappear into this world forever.

The old monk returned to the temple with his injuries, worried that Feng Lei would know about it, and with Feng Lei's character, he would definitely go to the bottom of the mountain to settle accounts with the group. In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, the old monk really couldn't think of any good way, so he could only drive the wind and thunder down the mountain first.

"Master." Wind and thunder got up and rushed to the temple, just about to knock on the door.

"Feng Lei, go quickly, the temple door has been broken by you, you don't know how many, don't embarrass the master, go quickly, go quickly." After the old monk finished speaking with anger on his face, he threw a cloth bag to Fenglei from inside the temple.

"Master." The wind and thunder fell to his knees in front of the temple gate.

The old monk looked at it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, but this was the only way.

Wind and thunder kneeling is a day and a night.

The next morning, Dong'er went out and opened the temple door to see Feng Lei still kneeling in front of the temple gate.

"Master, junior brother is still kneeling there, and he hasn't eaten for a day." Dong'er returned to the temple to explain the situation to the old monk. Dong'er didn't know why the old monk wanted to go down the mountain after the wind and thunder.

"Ugh." The old monk sighed and did not speak.

"Master, what did the junior brother do, if you punish me, punish me." Dong'er knelt down and pleaded.

Dong'er said good things all over again, but the old monk never said a word, sitting cross-legged on the futon and constantly beating the wooden fish.

Feng Lei knelt for a day and was also very hungry, although the master had been angry before, but every time the master would quickly call him back to the temple.

Feng Lei got up and walked to the door of the temple, wanting to knock on the door to see the master for the last time, but after knocking for a long time, the old monk did not come out, and he was completely dead.

"Master, master, it's a disciple who is not filial, I'm leaving, master must take care." Feng Lei retreated to the bottom of the steps and knelt down in front of the temple door, DuangDuangDuangDuang kowtowed three times, and the bluestone slabs at the door were all shattered.

Feng Lei had tears on his face, got up and picked up the cloth bag, turned around three times in one step, and reluctantly went down the mountain.

Although he often goes down the mountain with his master, Feng Lei is the first time he goes down the mountain this time, his mind is blank, he lowers his head, walks step by step, and doesn't know where he should go after leaving the temple.

The town under the small temple mountain is called Qingshui Town, the surrounding scenery is beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, there are mountains and rivers, it is also the season of tourism, attracting tourists from all over the country to travel here, among which there are many foreign tourists who come here.

The main street of Qingshui Town is called Qingshui Street, and on both sides of the road are teahouses, taverns, and workshops. On both sides of the road, there are also many farmers and vendors from nearby villages setting up stalls selling all kinds of goods. The streets stretch east and west to the quieter suburbs outside the city, but the streets are constantly crowded and the weather is very hot and lively.

Feng Lei clasped his hands together and walked slowly on the crowded streets, feeling extremely nervous in his heart, feeling that everyone's eyes were staring at him.

Feng Lei saw people of different skin colors, and their hair was also of various colors, and there was always a feeling of seeing monsters, Dong'er used to tell him all kinds of mythological stories.

In the past, the old monk often took the wind and thunder down the mountain to make a fate, and the master always warned him not to be confused by the flower world outside, so the wind and thunder quietly followed behind the master every time, and he didn't dare to look around.

Today's temperature reached 38 degrees, there was not a single cloud in the sky, there was no wind, and there was a round of scorching sun overhead, which was loud and loud.

Feng Lei walked on the street sweating, hungry and thirsty, so he came to a watermelon vendor stall to shade the sun.

"Hey, little monk, eat a watermelon, it's guaranteed to be as sweet as honey." The melon seller saw the wind and thunder, picked up half a piece of watermelon and greeted him very warmly.

Feng Lei looked at the watermelon and licked his lips, smiled at the vendor, shook his head, and continued to walk forward.

"Hey, wait a minute, little monk." After walking a few steps, Feng Lei heard someone calling for him, stopped, and turned to look.

It turned out that the watermelon seller just now was calling himself.

"Donor, are you calling the little monk?" Feng Lei asked, clasping his hands together.

The peddler got up and picked up half a watermelon, and ran to Feng Lei with a smile.

"Little monk, did you come down the mountain to make a fortune? I know you, why didn't your master come today? “

When Feng Lei heard this, he lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.

"It's so hot today, this watermelon is for you, eat it." The peddler said, handing the watermelon to Wind Thunder.

Feng Lei looked at the watermelon and swallowed his saliva.

Seeing Feng Lei's shy appearance, the vendor was so happy that he stuffed the watermelon into Feng Lei's hand and ran back to the stall to greet other customers.

Feng Lei held the watermelon in both hands and bowed deeply in the direction of the hawker's stall, and then found a big tree, sat on the ground, and happily ate the watermelon. While eating, I saw a delivery van on the road driving slowly, and an old lady standing on the side of the road suddenly walked to the van and fell to the ground.

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