- The sudden appearance of the plain-clothed monk filled Xiao Qiang's heart with more surprise. If she hadn't been standing in front of the Buddha hall under the blue sky and white sun, she would have wondered what kind of monster this monk who walked without a voice.

The heterochromatic in Xiao Qiang's eyes was exposed, and the plain-clothed monk also saw it all, but his gaze was still calm. The plain-clothed monk didn't say anything to Xiao Qiang, but bowed slightly at her with his palms together, and then the footsteps entered the Buddha hall as slightly as when he came.

After stepping over the threshold, he first approached the wooden frame on the left side of the Buddhist hall where incense candles were placed, raised his hand to bypass the neatly tied clusters of incense candles, and took out a bamboo tube containing many bamboo sticks.

The plain-clothed monk approached Cen Chi with a bamboo tube, he didn't speak, but when he walked to a distance of only five steps from Cen Chi, Cen Chi, who had been motionless in silence, seemed to have eyes behind his back, and found the arrival of the plain-clothed monk and slowly turned his head without speaking.

The plain-clothed monk still didn't speak, but stopped after continuing to walk two steps closer, and then raised his hand holding the bamboo tube and approached Cen Chi.

Cen Chi's gaze stopped on the dusty bamboo tube, he didn't speak, just shook his head.

The plain-clothed monk bowed slightly, stretched out his other hand to hold Cen Chi's arm, and pulled him up from the futon. He still didn't speak, but handed the bamboo tube in his hand to Cen Chi again.

Cen Chi's hand that was naturally hanging at his side hesitantly raised, but it was only half raised. And he lowered his hand again. At the same time let out a long sigh. The air he exhaled from his throat hit the bamboo tube, causing the dust on the bamboo tube that seemed to have not been used for a long time to raise a lot of dust.

The plain-clothed monk's eyes froze, but he still didn't say a word, but after a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his empty hand.

When Cen Chi saw this scene, his eyes widened slightly, and he raised his hand in an instant.

Xiao Qiang stood quietly outside the door of the big Buddha hall and didn't dare to say much, and she was very puzzled by what the two people in the hall were talking about, and she was also very curious about the identity of the plain-clothed monk. Just when she didn't know what was going to happen next in the temple, in an instant. The quiet atmosphere just now was broken in an instant. Cen Chi suddenly raised his sleeves and blocked his face. And the hand-raised hand of the plain-clothed monk slapped the bottom of the bamboo tube held in the other hand.

"Smack!"

After a shallow crisp sound. The bamboo in the bamboo tube made a muffled "bang", as if it was squeezed together by some force. After being forced, the bamboo sticks found the outlet above the bamboo tube, and they squeezed out together, jumping and scattering to the sky above the Buddha Hall. Scratch a trail like a splash of fireworks.

Flying with bamboo sticks. There is also dust that has accumulated for many days inside and outside the bamboo tube. The dust that flew up looked very unpleasant in the clean and quiet Buddha hall. But the plain-clothed monk didn't care. And he saw his figure walking through the dust. Under those bamboo sticks that were like stars dancing in the air, he held the bamboo tubes that had just been emptied by his palm, and chased away the bamboo sticks that were falling naturally. Such as the palm bowl to collect the raindrops of the sky.

Cen Chi put down the sleeves that covered his face. The dust that shook out of the bamboo tube in the Buddha hall had spread to every corner, and at the same time, it had faded a lot. The figure of the plain-clothed monk has already left the Buddhist hall and walked down the courtyard. The bamboo tube has also been returned to its original position. The bamboo tube is still full of bamboo sticks, but it is not as neatly placed as before, but it is much cleaner than the dusty appearance just now.

Looking at the back of the plain-clothed monk walking down the courtyard, Cen Chi couldn't help but take a deep breath. He seemed to be thinking about it, forgetting that there was still a lot of dust floating in the air in the temple. Carelessly, he choked several times in a row. At this moment, the plain-clothed monk who had already walked to the middle of the courtyard walked slowly. Glanced at him with a slight tilt.

Cen Chi was slightly stunned, then lowered his eyes to the ground of the Buddha hall, picked up the only bamboo stick that fell on the ground, and then chased after the back of the plain-clothed monk.

This scene in the Buddha hall changed so quickly that it wasn't until Cen Chi quickly chased the figure of the plain-clothed monk out of the courtyard, and Xiao Qiang, who was standing by the door, reacted.

Xiao Qiang was slightly stunned, and then ran down the steps without thinking much about it, chasing Cen Chi's back.

Three people with very different identities hurriedly walked along a straight stone road in the middle of the courtyard, and others couldn't help but feel a little abrupt. Although the temple is full of monks with indifferent hearts, as a woman, Xiao Qiang finally chased only to the gate of the courtyard and was stopped by a small novice.

Xiao Shami clasped his palms together, first said softly, and then said slowly: "Donor, please follow me to the Hou living room to rest for a while, Master Xixin and your companion have something to talk about, Master has ordered, it is inconvenient for you to go with you." ”

Xiao Qiang's face froze when she heard this, and in an instant she realized a problem, and suddenly said in surprise: "Then, that is Master Xixin?!" ”

As soon as she finished saying this, she realized that there was some disrespect in her tone, and hurriedly imitated the etiquette of the monk, and said "I'm sorry" twice in a row.

Xiao Shami's face was still calm, and he didn't care about this, he only nodded slightly, and then said with a flat palm, "Donor, please come with the little monk." ”

Xiao Qiang followed Xiao Shami to the waiting room, and slowly walked out of the courtyard around the big Buddha Hall, Cen Chi and the plain-clothed monk Xixin had already disappeared, and Xiaoqiang's heart still had some surprises in his heart that the plain-clothed monk was born from Xixin.

Xiao Qiang soon followed Xiao Shami's guidance to a plainly furnished room. After sitting down at the table, she looked at the little novice who was making tea from the water boiling on a small tandoor in the corner of the house, and finally couldn't help the curiosity in her heart, and said, "This little master, Master Xixin doesn't look very old?" ”

Xiao Shami gently rested the pot of boiling water on the table, and then rushed Xiao Qiang with both palms, and then said slowly: "Donor, Master Xixin really has two Chinese New Year's Eve. ”

Xiao Qiang didn't expect the little monk to answer the question she asked, it would be so direct, this seemed to her to be extremely presumptuous, she was slightly stunned and hurriedly waved her hand and said: "I, in fact, I didn't want to ask him indiscriminately, little master, don't get me wrong." ”

At this time, there was no strange look on the little novice's face. But Xiao Qiang is getting more and more messy.

After calling out the Buddha's prayers, Xiao Shami said calmly: "The donor doesn't need to worry about worrying, Master Xixin said that the donors who come to worship the Buddha should answer all the questions, and the answers are all true. ”

Xiao Qiang nodded, a relaxed smile appeared on her face, but she sighed in her heart: others are open-minded when they ask questions, which does not mean that they can ask everything!

Looking at the little novice's gentle manner of making tea, Xiao Qiang felt a little uncomfortable sitting on the chair. She has always been a servant to others. Today, it is rare to accept someone else's tea service as a guest. And this other person is still a young monk who is only eleven or twelve years old.

After a moment's hesitation, she spoke again, breaking the somewhat awkward silence in the waiting room.

"Is Master Xixin's martial arts strong?" After a slight pause, she added: "I was in the Buddha hall just now." It scared me. ”

The little novice didn't see what happened in the temple. He just did what he knew in his heart. He said calmly: "Master has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, strengthening his body with martial arts, and asking with martial arts. But he has never used force to fight evil. The little monk didn't know what the donor meant by 'strong', so he didn't know how to answer. ”

After listening to Xiao Shami's explanation, Xiao Qiang only nodded admittedly and did not say anything more.

Although Xiao Shami's words actually meant that he didn't say anything, he didn't lose his senses, which also made Xiao Qiang feel once again that she had unconsciously said something reckless.

But she may not even realize that her repeated recklessness is because she is worried about the man who has been kneeling in the Buddha hall for more than an hour, being thrown by Xixin, and now she does not know where she has gone and what she is doing with the monk.

The little novice made tea and left. Xiao Qiang stayed alone in the waiting room, holding a cup of hot tea, and gradually felt that it was very redundant for her to come here today, and the excitement in her heart when she set off from the Prime Minister's Mansion in the early morning gradually fell silent with the tea that turned from hot to warm and from warm to cold.

When Xiao Qiang sat with a cup of hot tea in the small temple in the bamboo forest, lying on the wooden table in the quiet waiting room to pass the boring time, almost falling asleep, on a secluded street in the east of the city, an ugly-faced man was running with a heavy load, and he ran with all his strength, just to let the injured child in his arms be treated as soon as possible.

Lying on the back of the ugly-faced young man, the little girl could not help but be frightened and a little dizzy when he saw that he was carrying a man on his back and carrying a double weight of a man in his arms. She subconsciously tightened the arm around the young man's neck, and she felt like she had almost slipped off his back a few times because it was so fast.

Although the little girl who didn't dare to let go of his neck for a moment didn't really fly out, she suddenly felt in a trance that she had become a necklace around the young man's neck, and it was swaying towards the back of her neck with the wind.

Bypassing a few streets, it could be seen that the young man was walking on a secluded street, and the little girl could understand that the young man did not want to attract too much attention from passers-by his thunderous phantom-like figure. But she clearly remembered that when he asked her to come to his back just now, he said that he would ask her to guide the way, but why did he hardly ask her for directions along the way?

The secluded and somewhat unfamiliar street quickly receded behind her head, and after the tea, the little girl could finally feel that the street scene around her was familiar, because she was about to arrive home, and her home, located in the east of the city, was also in the middle of a secluded road.

However, seeing that she was about to get home, the little girl suddenly had a frightened thought, and secretly said in her heart: This person has a strange ugly face, gloomy eyes, but his martial arts are extremely strong, it can't be anything...... Vicious characters, right?

After hesitating for a moment, considering that this conjecture would implicate the safety of her own mansion, she frowned and plucked up the courage to ask, "Is my uncle from Kyoto?" ”

Wu Shu didn't answer immediately, but in the process of moving forward at such a rapid pace, the little girl suddenly asked such a sentence, which could still make him smell something different.

Wu Shu was very confident that after he saw Ye Zhengming, he didn't have to say many things very clearly, and the other party would naturally understand and not ask. There are some things between adults that have been archived in memory for a long time. But in the face of Ye Zhengming's young daughter, Wu Shu was a little difficult. He didn't want to leave too many fragments of the adult's past that were not too gentle in her new blank life and memory.

This child is a little eccentric, but his heart is also simple and kind, as if he only needs a big wind to blow, it will be wrinkled and scarred, presumably in ordinary life, Ye Zhengming has not mentioned those things between adults to her.

Because of the little girl's problem, Wu Shu took some things into consideration, but that's not all. It was just a blink of an eye, and he suddenly thought of the title that Mo Ye called him just now.

This title has been imposed on him by Mo Ye for a few days, but he doesn't want to accept it.

Wu Shu thought that after the completion of this mission, he would probably not have any more intersections with her, and he himself could not adapt to suddenly getting so close to a stranger, even if it was only in terms of title. Perhaps he tried to do so, but was met with a lot of rejection. After going through so much, he got used to it, and finally got used to being alone.

Getting used to loneliness for a long time can make it easy to forget that you have tried to reject loneliness.

Wu Shu looked at Mo Ye, who was fainting in his arms, his gaze wandered over her slightly bloodless face, and finally landed on the wrinkle on her brow.

There was silence all the way, and when he was about to reach the door of the little girl's house, Wu Shu finally opened his mouth and said in a calm voice: "I have been away from here for a while. ”

The little girl nodded, not asking anything more.

This capital city and the entire Zhao country. In the past ten years, there have been great changes. The little girl has been living in this world for less than a decade, but she can already feel the changes. So she understands. Even those who have lived here have left for a year and a half, and when they come back, they will probably have a lot of unfamiliarity.

The time constraint also made her unable to ask too many questions. I can only pick the doubts that I think are most important. Wu Shu's answer can be regarded as hitting the scope of what she can understand.

However, she didn't know that this ugly man who was carrying himself behind his back and holding that sister in his arms had just broken a special case in his life that had been closed for several years when he said this sentence just now.

Wu Shu lied. In order to protect Mo Ye's identity.

The door number of the Ye Mansion that was getting closer and closer reminded him that he could have not had to tell this lie, but he did it anyway. Maybe if you want to trace the reason for what he did. It was the "Uncle Wu" she shouted in the crowd on the street before-

(To be continued......)