Half an acre of willows, a lot of money.

Looking at Qingshui Villa, which turned into black spots halfway up the mountain, Chu Zihe, who was sitting on the bus, sighed slightly.

Looking up from the side of the sun, the mist of the green mountains seemed to be constantly rolling. Looking ahead, the bumpy asphalt road is full of potholes and potholes on the left and right, uneven.

Suddenly, Chu Zihe remembered that when he stepped out of the gate of Qingshui Villa, Lin Danmo's pretense of being high, Qin Fang's smile was meaningful, Qin's mother Lin Jia's admonition, and Qin Li's reluctance, he exhaled deeply.

Will you be a passing guest on my life's journey?

The bus twisted its body, slowly drove from the beautiful green mountains to the outskirts of the city, and as far as the eye could see, the distant horizon was full of black pressed peaks, which were the famous mountains of the ancient city of Qingshui - the National Geological Relics Protection Area, the national key cultural relics protection area.

Chu Zihe's mind had already flown to the depths of the Ten Thousand Tombs Mountains, in an ancient village of Qinglong Town, where his most respected elder Wang was waiting for him.

He seems to have selectively forgotten everything during the journey, such as the tomb robber who was still in good spirits from that old age to the old age - the ancestor of the Song family, and the captain of the Lin family guard who was close to him but never disappeared The black wolf, and the man in black who attacked him twice, are they alone?

Now he buried them all in the depths of his heart, and he didn't want to dig them up again.

Just, is it possible? Know that nothing is transferred by human will.

On the surface, everything is calm, but in private, there is a turbulent dark tide, that is, I don't know how many corpses can rush ashore after the tide, and how many will be people I once knew well, everything is still unknown.

***

Chu Zihe stepped down from the silent bus and slowly paced out of Qinglong Ancient Town, which is the only resting place in the Ten Thousand Tombs Mountains and the only throat point to enter the mountains.

Further inside, the bus can't go in at all, because the mountain road is very rugged, mostly the way of sheep's intestines, Chu Zihe held a dilapidated map, holding a climbing stick, looking at the sporadic climbers next to him, and suddenly a little envious.

Do what you like, even if you are thousands of miles away and the mountain roads are rugged, now Chu Zihe wants to immediately devote himself to the internship work and forget all his troubles and sorrows.

Chu Zihe stood there thinking wildly, and suddenly a light voice came from behind and stopped him.

"Amitabha, donor, please stay, the little monk is polite!"

Chu Zihe looked behind him and couldn't help but be happy, it turned out to be a little monk with red lips and white teeth.

This little monk, eleven or twelve years old, dressed in colorful robes, was bowing his head and working with one hand.

It's just that Chu Zihe looks so awkward, it turns out that this little monk is holding a pink wooden fish in his left hand, especially this wooden fish not only does not have a wooden fish mallet, but the most important thing is that there is a ** stunning woman carved on the wooden fish, weird!

"This, this, little monk, you?" Chu Zihe was surprised, but the little monk beside him seemed to understand Chu Zihe's meaning, and the originally light and agile voice instantly became vicissitudes, and by the way, he turned his face sideways and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

That look, compassionate and compassionate, seems to see through the world, but Chu Zihe is so funny how he looks, he is too young!

"Don't be fascinated by external objects, don't look at the young monk, but have seen thousands of rivers and mountains, read hundreds of thousands of scriptures, worship the Bodhisattva Jialan, and have achieved the point that there is no scripture in your hand and a scripture in your heart. And before I carved the woman and the wooden fish, I was always sharpening myself, diligent in my cultivation, and reminding myself that the women in the world were like the pink skeleton, which disappeared in an instant, just as I looked at the nude statue of this woman, as if listening to my Buddha's tongue and mantra. ”

The little monk sighed, and with a look of enlightenment, he was stunned by Chu Zihe beside him.

"Che Dan, you don't listen to the words of your teacher again, and do the sin of lying again?"

Chu Zihe's mind was dizzy, and he never thought that a footstep suddenly sounded behind the little monk, accompanied by the voice of the old man, which directly scared the compassionate little monk so much that the wooden fish fell to the ground without knowing it.

The original solemn expression turned one hundred and eighty degrees in an instant, his face collapsed instantly, his face sank into the ground, and he couldn't stop coughing, as if he had eaten a pound of Xiang, and he was disgusting.

"Master, don't call me by my Dharma name in front of outsiders, people will be embarrassed." The little monk glanced at the stunned Chu Zihe, stuck out his tongue, touched the top of the shiny head with his right hand, turned around bitterly, and got out of the way.

"Che Dan,?"

Chu Zihe was crying and laughing, but he saw a very short figure floating in behind the little monk, yes, it was floating, the rugged mountain road didn't seem to be able to accommodate his thin figure, a gust of wind could blow him up, it was actually an old monk with a wooden cane.

It's just that this old man is not too short, right? Chu Zihe looked at the strange pair of masters and apprentices and muttered to himself.

This old monk, the same height as the little monk, his wrinkled face is like cracked old bark, and his white eyebrows are lowered, and he actually reaches his chin.

The most obvious thing is that the old monk's thin body is like a hemp stalk, and he is dressed in colorful clothes, and he actually looks like a little scarecrow in the field.

"How good is this Dharma name, Che Dan, Che Dan, take the meaning of clear and clear, mellow as Dan, if I were not so cultured, you would have such a loud Dharma name. In the future, when you subdue demons and eliminate demons, you just need to report this law name, hehe, our master and apprentice are not famous, and those bull-nosed veterans can still compete with us for business, his grandmother's? ”

The old monk spoke amazingly, pointed his finger at the little monk's bright bald head, and severely criticized the little monk with the bitter gourd face.

"By the way, you heard that there is no road up the mountain, we will go to the tomb creek tonight, we will discuss it with others, otherwise we will return the deposit, don't forget, the money has been spent by us, if it can't arrive, I will mortgage you to them"

The old monk rolled his eyes, and looked at Chu Zihe who was standing with a smile, that gaze, not to mention how awkward it was, how to say it, one word: very cheap, very thief!

"Master, you're making fun of me again, aren't I always asking for you, but you interrupted me as soon as you came."

The little monk rubbed his face aggrievedly, and in an instant, his face was upright, his face was full of solemnity, and he asked Chu Zihe: Donor, can you tell us which path is to go to Tomb Creek?

Chu Zihe woke up from his stunnedness, looked at the pair of old and young living treasures in front of him with big eyes and small eyes, and his expressions and acting skills were flexible, and he was happy in his heart, but he didn't speak, he suddenly became childlike, pointed to his chest, and pointed to the ground, and then walked away without saying a word.

"Master, what do you mean by this kid? Could it be that he is talking about Zen, pointing to his chest and the ground, is he saying that no matter where it is, as long as it is in the direction of my Buddha, this Zen language is high. The little monk scratched his scalp in distress, but Chu Zihe, who had just walked not far in front, almost laughed.

What a living treasure!

"Master, I didn't expect this benefactor to have such a great understanding, Master, I underestimate the people of the world, this person is a master" The little monk tilted his head, his words were old-fashioned, and his eyes were full of light at Chu Zihe's back, with a look of worship, as if he had met a peerless master.

The old monk also had a bright face, but looking at Chu Zihe's smiling posture of beating his chest in front of him, he immediately wiped the hot sweat on his face.

"What about that kid, fart Zen, hurry up, keep up"

"Master, I still don't understand what his sign language means, you often say that I am a peerless genius, and there will be no one in a hundred years, why can't I understand his Zen language?"

"It's all said it's not Zen anymore."

"So, what is that, you have to explain it to me, oh, Master, I know, don't you know how to pretend to understand?"

"Pretend, pretend to be your sister, that gesture is for us to follow him, hurry up, neither of us knows the way ......"

Under the noon sun, an old monk and a young monk kept swaying on the rugged mountain road, and the two bald heads were particularly conspicuous in the sun.