About twenty miles west of Luoyang, deep in a dense mountain forest, a small, slightly dilapidated temple is hidden in it.

Yang Zhao took a few followers and rode along a winding path of bluestone slabs to the gate of this temple.

It can be seen from the old painted temple gate that the incense here is not vigorous. There is a small plaque at the door, and it can barely be seen that the three words "Guiyun Temple" are engraved on it.

The temple door was wide open, and Yang Zhao and his party stepped in. A young monk about ten years old was cleaning the courtyard, and when he saw someone coming, and he was dressed richly, he immediately dropped the broom in his hand and ran over to salute, "A few donors, but come to incense?" ”

The monk's robe on the little monk's body was washed white, his shoulders, elbows, cuffs and other places were covered with layers of patches, and a pair of smart big eyes looked at Yang Zhao and the others with anticipation.

Yang Zhao instructed his entourage, "Go and give some incense money." ”

Then he smiled and asked the little monk, "Little master, is there a Huitong Zen master in your temple?" ”

"Looking for Master Smartcom?" The little monk's eyes flashed wide, full of puzzlement, "Master Huitong neither recites sutras for others, nor prays for blessings, what is the donor looking for him?" ”

"Hehe, I am neither chanting nor praying for blessings, but I have other important things to do, and I want to meet the Zen master." Yang Zhao replied with a smile, "If Zen Master Huitong is in your temple, please ask the little master to help you make a sound." ”

"Master Huitong lives alone in a grass hut behind the temple, and the little monk will take the benefactor there."

"There's a little master Lao."

Yang Zhao followed the little monk, walked through several courtyard walls, and came to a vegetable garden behind the temple. There is a solitary grass hut in the vegetable garden, and a monk is working shirtless in the garden.

"Donor, that's Master Huitong." The little monk pointed to the monk who was immersed in labor and introduced it to Yang Zhao.

"Zen Master Huitong grows vegetables in your temple?" Yang Zhao was a little surprised.

"Well, since he came to us a few years ago, he has been living here alone, and he usually spends most of the time taking care of this vegetable garden, except for chanting together." The little monk had an innocent smile on his face, "But thanks to Master Huitong, although we don't have incense here, we have enough vegetables to eat all year round." ”

"Just Zen Master Huitong takes care of this vegetable garden alone?"

"Now there are only three people in the temple, the host, the little monk and the master Huitong, and the little monk will occasionally come to help catch the insects, and the master will take care of them alone."

At this time, Monk Huitong noticed that someone was coming, he straightened up and asked loudly to this side, "Who is it?" ”

The little monk hurriedly ran towards Huitong and beckoned Yang Zhao to follow.

"Master Huitong, this donor wants to visit you." The little monk said respectfully.

Yang Zhao stepped forward, also folded his hands, and bowed to Huitong, "Under Yang Zhao, I made a special trip to visit Zen Master Huitong." ”

Huitong looked Yang Zhao up and down, and said lightly, "The donor knows that he is a rich and noble person at a glance, what is the matter with finding a poor monk?" ”

Yang Zhao also looked at the shirtless monk in front of him, under the two thick sword eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes shone brightly, and the years had carved deep crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, covering almost the entire jaw, and the beard hung down to the collarbone, which had begun to be mixed with a lot of frosty white; On the surface of the sturdy body, you can see a lot of scars, large and small, knife wounds, arrow wounds, and penetrating wounds......

"Unexpectedly, Wei Tuo, who was passed down by the Great Wei soldiers by word of mouth, actually lived a life of turning over the soil and planting vegetables in this small temple......" Yang Zhao said in a pretended surprised tone.

Hearing this, Huitong raised his eyebrows and asked Yang Zhao, "It seems that the donor came here today to watch the poor monk grow vegetables, right?" ”

"What Veda came into the world?" The little monk was completely at a loss, and asked Yang Zhao with a blank expression.

"Little master, this Zen master Huitong who grows vegetables for you to eat is not ordinary." Yang Zhao smiled and said to the little monk, "Once in the Great Wei Army, he was a legendary figure, admired by the soldiers, and because he was a monk, he was said by the soldiers to be the descendant of Wei Tuo." ”

"Wow!" The little monk's eyes widened, and he said in great surprise, "Master Huitong, it turns out that you are so powerful!" ”

"It's all in the past, it's not worth mentioning." Huitong said to the little monk.

Then he asked Yang Zhao again, "The donor can actually find this small temple in the mountain, just say it directly, what is the matter with finding a poor monk?" ”

"I don't want to go around the bend in the next place," Yang Zhao said to Huitong, "I came here today in the hope that the Zen master can rejoin the army and work with the next to protect the country for the Great Wei Dynasty!" ”

"Hahaha...... "Huitong looked up to the sky and laughed, "The poor monk has been out of the army for many years, and now he is nearly fifty years old, and he has long passed the age of being strong and aggressive, so what's the point of joining the army again?" ”

Yang Zhao glanced at the door of the grass hut behind Huitong, leaned against an iron rod on the wall next to the door, and said unhurriedly, "That iron rod that once terrified the enemy, I will never be willing to be used to drive away insects and birds in this vegetable garden......

"But now, it's the main role of repelling insects and birds." Huitong smiled indifferently.

"Zen Master, I would like to ask, why did you suddenly leave the army in the first place?"

"Maybe I'm tired of seeing the scene of the battlefield......" Huitong did not shy away from this question, "When I was young, although I was a monk, I was keen on the battlefield, every time I stood up from the sea of corpses and blood covered in bruises, the poor monk would feel extremely full, so that I had a feeling of being really alive, which was a feeling that nothing else would bring me, and every breath on the battlefield would make me extremely steady." ”

"I can understand that this is the soul of a warrior......"

"After many wars, the poor monk's body is exhausted and scarred." Hui Tong's fingers gently stroked a long scar on his shoulder, "I suddenly felt that I should also try to live some ordinary days and experience the ordinary life......

"Is the Zen master ready to live like this for the rest of his life?"

"Life is like morning dew...... But the poor monk still wanted to choose the place where he was buried. ”

"What does the Zen master think is the right place for his burial?"

"Boy, you go to the vegetable patch over there, there are a lot of bugs, help me catch them." Huitong found a reason to give the little monk away.

"The poor monk looks at the temperament of the donor, he should be a general, otherwise he will not come to the poor monk."

"Don't hide it from the Zen master, under the orders of His Majesty, I am about to lead the army to resist the attack of the Liang army. Now that our Great Wei is in a difficult situation both internally and externally, and I know the status of the Zen master in the hearts of the soldiers, I want to ask the Zen master to help him, and the morale of our army will definitely be greatly boosted......"

Huitong raised his hand to stop Yang Zhao from continuing, "The poor monk doesn't hide it from General Yang, my body is already in tatters. The poor monk knew that his limit was approaching......"

"Zen Master......" Yang Zhao was quite surprised when he heard this.

"Hehe, the general doesn't need to worry, he won't be able to die for a while." Huitong said with a smile, "Rather than die on the bed, the poor monk would rather die on the battlefield, and that is the burial place for people like the poor monk." ”

"Zen Master, would you like to go into battle with you?" Yang Zhao was overjoyed.

"General, can the poor monk beg you, when we leave, give some money to this temple, and it will be regarded as the poor monk's military salary." Huitong saluted and said to Yang Zhao.