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In this river and lake, there must be masters who are known by everyone, but if it is unique, it must be nonsense.

Generally speaking, the master is a creature that can convince most people with his two brushes, whether it is to escape the world or enter the WTO, it is inseparable from a person's most basic firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

After all, only by living can we continue to be a master.

If you die, then you are not human, you are ash.

So there are many people in this rivers and lakes, there are many masters, countless mountains and rivers on the map, and the places with outstanding people have become tourist attractions in the eyes of ordinary people.

There is a mountain less than fifty miles outside Fengtian City, covering an area of not large, the altitude is not high, in addition to the good greening on the mountain, there is nothing worth looking at and playing for a while, in addition to the relatively soft mountain, a heavy rain can wash many places into potholes, it is very difficult to build roads, all kinds of reasons combined, directly let the local tourism bureau give up this place that does not have much development value, and still retains the natural features of decades ago.

It's a sunny afternoon.

An old monk dressed in tatters and even a little dirty sat quietly in the shade of the tree at the foot of the mountain, unhurriedly nibbling on a somewhat hard steamed bun, and at his feet there was a bottle of mineral water that had been half drunk, in the warmest time of the day, such a picture of an ascetic eating appeared at the foot of the mountain, which seemed quiet and harmonious.

The old monk looks thin, not the kind of thinness that is almost skinny, on the contrary, it looks like a very spiritual feeling, but his image at this time is really a little unsatisfactory, the robe that should have been very bright is dirty and worn at will, the cuffs, chest, back, there are large traces of artificial destruction, serious places have been broken into a strip shape, it is really dirty and broken, not so much a robe, but a beggar to wear it properly.

But the old monk had a calm face, one hand slowly turned the Buddha beads in his hand, and the other hand held the fragrant white-flour steamed buns, nibbling in small bites, chewing slowly, his eyes were peaceful and clear.

A frolicking sound sounded not far from the old monk, with a coquettish smile and exclamation, the voice was crisp and pleasant, and it sounded like there was a slight childishness.

The old man looked over with a steamed bun in his hand, and a little farther away, a pair of indescribable men and women were laughing and running over, chasing and fleeing, but after a few steps, the girl was hugged by the boy around the slender waist, and the delicate and white little face was also kissed fiercely.

The old monk had a smile on his face, but there was a trace of emotion in his eyes that was difficult for ordinary people to understand, and he looked at the pair in front of him and shook his head slightly.

The reason why it is difficult to describe this pair of men and women is because they are so... Younger.

Well, maybe it's not appropriate to say that they are young, and it should be said that they are also too young.

The boy is no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, tiger-headed, with obvious childishness and young arrogance on his face, but he has a full pervert demeanor when he raises his hands and feet, and the hand that secretly rubs oil on the girl's body is extremely natural, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as perfect.

Ordinary families will definitely not have such small evil animals.

The girl seems to be a little older, but compared with the boy, at most it is a difference of one or two years, but the height is nearly one meter seven, she looks unusually tall and slender, and a face that has not been completely shaped but already has the potential of a five-point role beauty embryo can be broken, with a flush, crystal clean eyes looking at the boy who is shorter and younger than herself, and also with the shyness and smile that the girl naturally exudes.

This seems to be a young couple who are at least four or five years away from adulthood?

The corners of the old monk's mouth, who rarely saw this kind of scene, twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but put his hands together and read softly: "Amitabha." ”

A little couple happened to pass by the old monk, and when they heard this Buddha name, they were stunned for a moment, and they shifted their eyes to the old monk.

So there was a meeting that had no bullshit historical significance and made the old monk often regret it many years later.

"Hi, bald... Cough, that master, I'm in a good mood today, come on, come on, give me a hexagram, and see when I can spend a good night with my daughter-in-law in the cave room next to me? Isn't it going to be soon? Wowhaha, you say something I like to hear, master, how about this money? ”

The young man who seemed to be arrogant to the sky wherever he went, smiled and took out a pink wallet with a cartoon cat pattern from the girl's pocket without blushing at all, took out a hundred-yuan bill from it and handed it over, and then wrapped his arms around the girl's small waist, looking at the old monk with a look of expectation and a flirtatious smile, as if he wished that this 'master', who was much more decent than even a charlatan, could say that he could spend a good night with the girl around him tonight.

The girl was looking at the old monk in a daze, in her impression, the appearance of this old monk actually gave her a very strange feeling, déjà vu, but before she could think deeply, the words of the young man next to her made her face flush, stretched out her white and tender little hand and twisted the waist of the young man next to her, and said coquettishly: "Big pervert, you die." ”

The young man shouted exaggeratedly, and at the same time winked vigorously at the old monk, as if hoping that the hundred-yuan bill that the old monk did not pick up could exert its due charm, so that the old buddy would immediately pretend to say that the female benefactor is your true destiny, and that the major matters between men and women should not be sooner or later.

It's just that the teenager is disappointed.

Because the old monk didn't look at the banknote from beginning to end, he said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Amitabha." The two donors, the poor monk is not proficient in numerology, but everything has a certainty, if the donor wants to achieve this beautiful thing, I am afraid that he will need to wait patiently for a few years. ”

"A few years? Fuck me. ”

The boy screamed suddenly, and slapped his little girlfriend's ass with one hand, which immediately made her scream, and jumped backwards like a frightened rabbit, covering her ass with both hands.

The freed young man ignored the girl's murderous eyes, ran over, took out the wallet on her body again, opened it, counted it, and took out the thick stack of banknotes inside, as if he was afraid that the old monk would not know the goods, and said with a hippie smile: "Master, you are saying it again, how long will I wait?" Years or days? ”

"Amitabha. The poor monk does not understand numerology. ”

“……”

The young man had a pained expression on his face, put away the money in a sneer, and said depressedly: "I don't know how to go out to walk the rivers and lakes?" Master, you are so upright, you will suffer in the future, brother will tell you a truth, come out and walk the rivers and lakes, it doesn't matter if you understand numerology or not, that's bullshit. You can recognize the money, but if you don't even know the money, won't you starve to death? And the place where you squatted is not right, you have to go to the city, and you have a business when there are many people, right? ”

"Poor monks don't tell their fortunes."

The old monk is really good-tempered, he has no personal cultivation, and he lets the young man talk nonsense, still smiling and answering questions.

"Then what are you doing in this place where birds don't?"

Dressed in a completely British style, it looks like a rich young master and a young man from a ruined family, scratching his head, puzzled.

"Poor monks go up the mountain to fight."

The old monk smiled, stretched out his finger and pointed to the position of the mountainside, kind eyebrows, but what he was about to do was not at all kind.

"Fight?"

The young man was slightly stunned, turned his head, looked at his girlfriend's sister who seemed to be one or two years older than him, and said, "Xue'er, is there an old Taoist priest on the mountain that you said?" ”

The girl named Xue'er was staring at the old monk with a confused face, and the strange feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger, and after hearing the young man's question, she suddenly came back to her senses, opened her small mouth and said, "Ah? Yes, it is. ”

The old man looked peaceful and smiling.

The young man instantly became a picture of a radiant and happy eyebrows, dancing and his eyes shining, this guy is really not afraid of life, he is extremely familiar, he rushed to the old monk's side, stretched out his immature arm to block the old monk's shoulder, and did not dislike him with a dirty robe, hehe smiled: "Yo, the old man is good." Is the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism right? This is to go up the hill and smash the field, cow. Force, master, I like your temper! It seems that you are a martial arts master, right? Do you have any martial arts cheats? Come to still two copies, forget about the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt or something, vulgar, I like the profound, do you have the Yi Jin Sutra? Dugu Nine Swords is okay? A big shift? Eighteen palms of the dragon? Rub, there's no this, there's no that, what do you have? Are these too low-end? My day, you won't be cultivating the truth, will you? Come and miss the two boxes of magic weapons, master, pass on my skills for hundreds of years, right? Master, don't forget to bring me with you..."

Even with the determination of the old monk, at this time there is also a little urge to slap the little obstacle around him, living for such an age, I have never seen this kind of crazy crazy face and ignore everything, live out of a small neuropathy, he kept taking a deep breath, the decisive battle is now, the most important thing is the state, if you knew that you would encounter such a little monster today, he would rather not eat the meal than stay here.

The old monk with a headache folded his hands, gently recited a Buddha name, and forced a smile to himself: "Donor, the poor monk doesn't understand what you're talking about, the poor monk just has some fists and feet, and he has practiced diligently all his life. ”

"Impossible, it doesn't make sense."

"I understand, your old guy doesn't look down on the qualifications of the master, right?"

"I can tell you, my brother is... Forget it, you don't know if I said it. My brother is quite fierce, that's an absolute good material and beautiful jade, I'm his own brother, do you understand? If there is a brother, there must be a brother, my brother is so fierce, and I am not bad, can you take a good look? Do you want to touch the bones and see if I am clear with the bones? ”

The boy did not give up.

The old monk really had a headache, and he couldn't cry or laugh: "Little donor, you have nothing to do with my Buddha." ”

"Ahh

The young man scolded, jumped to his feet and said, "The old guy looks down on people and has no chance of being a chicken. Ba, if I don't have a chance, will I meet you here? No, today, as a lay disciple, you have to accept it, and if you don't accept it, you have to accept it! ”

"After entering the Buddha's door, the little donor needs to live a hard life, not to marry a wife, and not to have the slightest nostalgia for the prosperity of the world for men and women, little donor, are you willing?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and finally broke the news.

The little evil obstacle that was originally talking endlessly was suddenly suppressed, and his face was embarrassed.

"Master, he's in a bad mood today, he's used to messing around, don't you mind."

The girl on the side finally came over, gently hugged the young man's arm and apologized.

The old monk smiled slightly, disapproving, and said slowly: "The two little donors are still students, right?" ”

"Well, we went to school in the capital, and this time I went home, Xiaoyu deliberately skipped class to accompany me."

The girl chuckled softly, looking happy, but then she seemed to think of something again, and her little face was slightly gloomy.

"Everywhere you go, you don't get to see it. Old fellow, you really don't understand numerology? Ask you seriously, do you think we have a play? ”

The young man suddenly laughed at himself: "I won't tell you, master, I think I am a dashing talent, and today I came to meet my father-in-law, but fuck, that old bastard, ah, don't screw it." That old boy didn't even let me in, and coaxed me out directly, you weren't interesting enough, you didn't give you two cheats, what's the matter, do you think it's difficult for me to become a big thing? ”

"Amitabha."

A very complicated look in the old monk's eyes flashed, and then he smiled: "The little donor doesn't have to worry. The donor is a rich and noble game of life, want to come to the home when there are close relatives to rise to the top, and the small donor will also be carefree for a lifetime, as for today's place to be swept out of the house, it should be the grievances of the elders, the little donor does not have to take it to heart. ”

"Elder grudges?"

The boy and girl were stunned at the same time, thoughtful.

The old monk smiled and said, "The two of you should go back to the capital today." We'll see you later. ”

As soon as he turned around, behind him, a delicate and crisp voice sounded softly: "Master, do you still want to fight?" ”

I don't know if it's because the girl is kind by nature or out of another emotion, but this time there was a look of worry in the question.

The old man smiled slightly and said softly, "This is the nineteenth time that the poor monk has gone up the mountain, and it will also be the last. ”

"Isn't Buddhism about fate? Why is the master so persistent? ”

The girl tilted her head and blinked her eyes, looking innocent.

The old monk's eyes were slightly in a trance, and he finally turned around and looked at the girl's innocent and pure eyes like a pool of clear water, and was silent for a while before he said softly: "The poor monk came to atone for his sins." There are some things that cannot be undone if you do something wrong, but after all, you must try to change, otherwise the more wrong it is, the more outrageous it becomes? ”

The girl blinked in a daze, feeling that she didn't understand at all.

"What's your name?"

The monk smiled, his eyebrows kind.

"My name is Huangfu Chuxue, this is my boyfriend, Wang Fuyu, what about you, master?"

The girl smiled brightly, and when she smiled, she had two small dimples on her face that were extremely cute, which was very beautiful.

"The poor monk's name is long."

The old monk bent over with his hands folded, his eyes were looking at the ground, his head was down, and the two young men in front of him did not see his expression clearly.

"Well, master, let's go back, you go to fight, we won't go up the mountain."

The girl shook her little hand slightly, frowned her beautiful eyebrows, and said softly: "Master be careful yourself, the old fairy on the mountain is very powerful." ”

The abbot of Qixia Temple in Jinling, the law name is Longkong, and the old man whose real name is Huangfu Futu bent down slightly and sent him off with his palms.

Boys and girls left together, holding hands and interlocking their fingers.

Faintly, the young man's chattering voice sounded again: "What a master, that's what happened." It's all chickens. Ba, my brother said, there is no character in this world who does not have seven emotions and six desires, there are seven emotions and six desires, they are all ordinary people, and the masters are all called out by people, or they are pretended to be by people, anyone can do it, there are more masters, and the masters are not high. ”

"Hee-hee, nasty, don't swear you."

Monk Longkong stood quietly in place, still maintaining the posture of folding his palms, squinting his eyes, and muttering to himself, "Well said." ”

People are escaping the world, but their hearts are in the red dust.

In this world, the superior is not high.