Dead vines, old trees, faint crows.

Winter in the Central Plains came and went very late, the land was still bleak, and the villages were frozen on the ground, lifeless.

The little monk and the bamboo pole monster waded across the river and approached the village.

The village is particularly lively, sweeping away the cold and deserted in the spring.

At the entrance of the village, there are lanterns hanging on a ladder, and an old man below commands, "Crooked, crooked, to the right, to the right..."

"I'm talking about the right!" said the old man, tapping his crutches.

"That's right. The young man above said.

The old man gestured with his hand and muttered, "Up north, down south, left west, right east", and then said: "That is to the left, to the left." ”

"Amitabha. The little monk stood behind the old man, his hands folded, and the bamboo pole monster followed behind with his bags on his back, grimacing.

The old man turned his head, and in front of him was a small monk, nodding imperceptibly.

As one of the saints of the Central Plains, the Buddha has many monks in the Central Plains, and it is not unusual to see a little monk.

It was the thin monster in the back, after the old man saw it, his face changed, and he said respectfully: "I don't know if the adults are coming, and the little second one is far away." ”

The bamboo pole monster waved his hand, "Those who don't know are not guilty, give it to me first..."

The little monk turned his head and glared at the bamboo pole monster, and the bamboo pole monster closed his mouth decisively, he didn't want to taste the little monk's flower fingers.

The little monk said: "Disturb the elders, the little monk is from the Eastern Wilderness, this trip is going to Shennong City, passing by the village, want..."

The bamboo pole monster felt that the little monk was too verbose, and said impatiently: "We are going to spend the night, okay?"

The old man hesitated, mainly looking at the monster.

He said: "There is a happy event in the village tonight, and everyone is busy, and I am afraid that this will snub the distinguished guests..."

The bamboo pole monster was hungry with his chest pressed against his back, he didn't want to go, and waved his hand impatiently: "Don't worry, we will definitely not disturb you." ”

The little monk didn't speak, and along the way, he knew that in the Central Plains, monsters spoke better than him.

Seeing that the monster insisted, the old man looked back at the middle-aged man hanging the lantern.

The middle-aged man stood on a high place and watched for a while, and then said, "Dad, let this adult stay with the little monk for a night, arrange it to the backyard, and don't disturb tonight's happy event." ”

The little monk felt that since it was a happy event, it was really inappropriate for him to appear as a monk, so he said: "Rest assured, the elder has become saliva, and the little monk will not disturb the happy event in the village." ”

The old man nodded, turned sideways and invited, "My lord, little monk, please come with me." ”

He led the two little monks into the village, a dilapidated village with only one main road.

The dirt roads were uneven, dog poop, standing water was everywhere, and some children were running back and forth in the streets, laughing.

But after seeing the little monk, to be precise, the monster behind the little monk, he stood aside respectfully, and he didn't dare to come out.

On both sides are low thatched huts, wooden fences enclosed by yards, and firewood.

Finally, after seeing red silk hanging outside an alley, the old man's home appeared.

Because of the happy event, the whole village came to help, and people came in and out, and it was very lively.

A woman came out with a pot full of dirty water after washing, and accidentally bumped into a woman and spilled it on the corner of the woman's clothes.

"Look at it!" said the woman angrily, "I still have to see my master today, you won't be lucky, don't bother me either." ”

The woman lowered her head and hurriedly shouted, "Yes, yes." ”

As she spoke, she took out the handkerchief in her hand and wanted to help the woman wipe it, but the woman knocked it off with one hand.

"Are you dirty? The woman drove the impatient woman away, trying to keep her away from her.

The woman withdrew her hand and walked out silently with the water.

When she was about to collide with the little monk head-on, she raised her head, and after seeing the bamboo pole monster, she lowered her head and hurried away.

"This is a little ugly. The bamboo pole monster muttered, was glared at by the little monk, and was busy keeping his mouth shut.

The little monk's bald head is very eye-catching.

A few idle and chattering women standing at the door saw the old man leading a monk in, and quipped: "Yo, old Xu Tou, on this happy day, and don't do anything, why do you invite a monk to come over?"

The old man said solemnly: "Be cautious, there is another adult." ”

Only then did these women see the bamboo pole monster, and hurriedly respectfully made a way for the little monk to let them in.

After entering the courtyard, it was even more noisy, and there was no place for many people, but after seeing the monsters, they respectfully moved out of the way.

The old man invited them to a small room in the backyard, which was simple but clean.

"The room is a bit small, please forgive me. The old man politely said to the bamboo pole monster.

The bamboo pole monster still had to pretend to say a few words, and when he saw the little monk fingering the leaves, stretching the branches and leaves for the grass, the acquaintance didn't say much.

He just waved his hand, "Just remember to bring the food early." ”

The old man agreed, took his leave, and left.

The bamboo pole monster put down the salute on his body and sighed: "It's still good in the Central Plains, if I had known that the monsters were so mixed in the Central Plains, I would have come early." ”

He looked back at the little monk, "Did you see it, everyone was respectful when they saw me." But you, what do you say about purifying sentient beings, but in the end you are ignored by the people here as if they were air, hey, I..."

"Do you want me to take you to Bliss?" said the little monk.

"Uh," the bamboo pole monster stopped talking.

The current little monk is not something he can afford to provoke, since he came out of the mountains and entered the Central Plains, the little monk God blocks and kills gods, and demons block and kill demons.

There was only one bed in this small room, and the little monk sat on it and meditated cross-legged.

Before closing his eyes and meditating, the little monk said to the bamboo pole monster: "They hate me, but they don't hate you, we can't eat for nothing, you go out to help the master's family do something." ”

The bamboo pole monster was a little reluctant, "They are human, I am a demon, what can I do? Why don't I go out and kill someone, and you can help them do a magic thing for free?"

The little monk rolled his eyes, meditated and began to meditate.

The bamboo pole monster sat on the ground, hungry.

In order to solve it, he could only think in his mind that one day he could beat the little monk, what kind of scene would it be.

The more he thought about it, the more smug he became, until a knock sounded outside the door, interrupting his daydream.

"Who?" said the bamboo pole monster unhappily.

"Deliver food and drinks. The man outside the door said.

When the bamboo pole monster heard this, he stood up with a "whoosh" and opened the door.

The woman who walked in with a food box was the woman who wet other people's clothes with water before they entered the door, and was rejected by others.

The bamboo pole monster didn't care about her ugly stubble, so he took the food box and opened it one by one on the table.

"Ho, it's all meat, and good wine. "The bamboo pole monster is salivating.

"This is what I took specifically to your taste. The woman smiled and said, "I didn't take any vegetarian fast." ”

The bamboo pole monster pouted, this monk is not a vegetarian at all.