At this time, Xiao Qiang was just stunned by the sudden appearance of the plain-clothed monk, and after she came back to her senses, she didn't have much leisure to continue to imagine in that somewhat ridiculous direction. The person she really pays attention to and cares about is still the man in green shirt who has been kneeling on the futon for a long time facing the big Buddha in the Buddhist hall.

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 naturally raised his hand hesitantly at his side, but only halfway up, 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 to block his face, and the plain-clothed monk's raised hand 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 then squeezed out together, jumping and scattering into the air above the Buddha hall, drawing traces like fireworks splashing.

Flying with bamboo sticks. There is also dust that has accumulated for many days inside and outside the bamboo tube. The dust that had been blowing up looked very unseemly in the clean and quiet temple, but the plain-clothed monk didn't care. I saw his figure walking through the dust, under those bamboo sticks that were like stars dancing in the air, holding the bamboo tubes that had just been emptied by his palm, chasing the bamboo sticks that were falling naturally, like a palm bowl to collect the raindrops in 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 surprise 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 Xiao Shami's face, but Xiao Qiang became more and more confused.

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 served others, and today she is one of the few people who accepts someone else's tea service as a guest, and this 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: "In the Buddha hall just now, it scared me." ”

Xiao Shami didn't see the scene that happened in the Buddha hall, he just said calmly according to what he knew in his heart: "Master has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, strengthening his body with martial arts, and asking questions with martial arts, but he has never used martial arts to fight evil with others. 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 down 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, and was almost about to fall asleep, on a secluded street in the east of the city, an ugly-faced man was running with a load, and he ran with all his strength, just to let the injured child in his arms be treated as much 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?