As the saying goes, when someone cries, someone laughs. A few families rejoice, and a few families are sad.

At this moment, there are many people who are weeping sadly. There are naturally not a few people who laugh happily.

And the little monk is the one who laughs.

In fact, tonight's night is exceptionally dark, and tonight's rain is extraordinarily fierce.

But even such a dark night and such a violent rain still failed to disturb the little monk's unwavering Buddha heart.

I saw him holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, happily shuttling through the streets and alleys, and from time to time he would stop and look around.

For him, today is actually a very special day that he has been looking forward to for a long time.

Because after this day will be his eighteenth birthday.

Not only that, but after tonight, his master's age will also be added by one year, and he will enter the age of 100.

And he knew that the old man was in the ruined temple in the west of the city at the moment, waiting for him to go back.

"Where's the wine..... where is the wine?...where is the wine?".

The little monk looked left and right at the shops on both sides of the street, and muttered in his heart.

He was going to buy a pot of wine as a gift for his master's 100th birthday.

He knew that the master loved to drink, and wine could also cure the master's illness.

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Suddenly, a strong aroma of wine, along with the wind, entered the little monk's nose.

The corners of his mouth rose and an innocent smile appeared, and then he smiled to himself.

"Haha, I found it!!".

Following the aroma of wine, the little monk soon found a wine shop in the corner.

The liquor shop is small, with no tables or chairs, only rows of wooden planks on three sides, and a counter.

It is a sake brewery that only sells alcohol, and the floor and walls of the shop are filled with large and small jars and bottles.

The skinny old shopkeeper was lying on a rocking chair with his feet crossed and his eyes closed, eating peanuts comfortably.

The little monk glanced at the wine on the wall and found that he didn't know how to drink, so he had to ask the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, how can this wine be sold?"

The old shopkeeper found that the voice of the person who bought the wine today was too immature, so he really opened his eyes.

Later, he realized that the person who bought the wine turned out to be an immature child, and he was also an immature little monk.

He smiled and said.

"Didn't this little master say that monks can't drink alcohol?"

The little monk had already prepared to answer the doubts of others in his heart.

When he saw the shopkeeper asking, he said with a solemn face.

"Uh....I bought it for my master... It's not for me to drink for myself~".

The old shopkeeper felt funny again, so he said, "No, shouldn't your master also be a monk?" Didn't you say that monks can't drink alcohol? ”。

The little monk frowned, but explained seriously.

"My master is sick, but wine can cure diseases, that's why he drinks alcohol."

The monks don't speak, so he is serious about explaining.

The old shopkeeper has been selling it for so many years, and he has only heard that it is a poison for the intestines, and he has never seen anyone say that wine can cure diseases, so he asked again.

"Huh? What kind of disease needs to be cured by drinking?"

The little monk was already upset by the other party's question.

He just wanted to buy wine as soon as possible, and then return to the ruined temple before three o'clock.

Otherwise, he would have missed the perfect time to congratulate.

So, seeing him, he said impatiently.

"Shopkeeper, do you sell wine or not?"

The shopkeeper was anxious when he saw the little monk, and immediately said.

"Sell, sell, sell, sell, of course. It's just that, what kind of wine do you want, little master? Daughter red? Trimeresurus? Shaoxing old wine? Or is it ten years old? ”。

How did the little monk know that there are so many kinds of wine?

He only remembered that the master liked to drink spirits.

So, he smiled and said, "Huh? I want the strongest wine? ”。

The old shopkeeper rolled his eyes and knew that this monk didn't understand wine.

After that, he looked left and right for a while, and then casually brought a jar of wine sealed with mud, and said.

"This jar of wine, aged for ten years, is the strongest wine in our store! And I can assure you that even if you searched the whole world, you would never find a stronger wine than this."

The little monk stepped forward happily and said.

"Well, then I will ask for the strongest wine in this jar. Shopkeeper, how much does this jar of wine cost? ”。

The old shopkeeper was already laughing in his heart, but he said seriously without changing his face: "Of course, the strongest wine is not cheap. If the little benefactor has three taels of silver, then take the wine away! ”。

The little monk reached out to his chest and found some broken silver.

He tossed the weight with his hand, and after making sure that it was three taels, he handed the silver to the other party.

"Shopkeeper, give~".

The old shopkeeper handed over the jar of wine with a smile and said with a smile.

"Well, this is good wine, remember not to be greedy~".

The little monk held the wine jar in one hand and nodded.

"Yes! Thank you for the reminder of the shopkeeper".

After saying that, he turned around with a smile and walked briskly in the direction of the west of the city.

It's just that not long after he turned to leave, the old shopkeeper's face showed a thief smile.

I saw him flip his hands while looking in the direction where the little monk left, and the thief smiled.

"Hehe, this jar of broken wine can even be sold for three taels! Haha, it looks like I'll be able to drink a few more drinks tomorrow~".

In fact, the jar he sold was the worst wine in the shop.

Although the wine was strong, it was full of impurities. After the greedy cup, there are no three days, and there is absolutely no way to ease up.

And this jar of wine was originally sold to those drunkards who had no money, but wanted to drink.

Because the drunkard has no money, but he has to drink.

Therefore, they can only afford to drink the most inferior wine.

In general, this wine, he sells it for only a few copper coins.

However, the most inferior wine in this jar is on the little monk's body today, earning hundreds of times.

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At the same time, just as the little monk was happily carrying wine and walking towards the ruined temple on the outskirts of the western part of the city, Master Kongzhi was already in the ruined temple, waiting anxiously.

This dilapidated temple is very dilapidated, but the space inside is not small.

The big Buddha that originally stood in the middle of the temple has disappeared, leaving only a broken stone platform, standing alone in the middle.

Although the doors and windows were lost, and the rain overflowed the corners, the people who built the temple did not cut corners, and the tiles on the roof of the temple were still there.

And this, too, can be used by passers-by here as shelter from the rain.

In fact, the little monk had only left for less than half an hour, but in this half an hour, the master went back and forth in this broken temple and walked many circles.

His heart couldn't be calm, just like the little monk had been away from him for five years, he was very worried that his beloved disciple would be hurt.

He had come to the high threshold of the ruined temple, staring out at the muddy mountain path beyond the temple gate.

The rain is not weak, and the raindrops the size of beans have smashed the soil in the mountains and forests.

Gradually, standing in front of the door, he began to worry about whether the little monk would be wet by the heavy rain, whether the other party would trip over the muddy land, and even more worried about whether the unscrupulous shopkeeper in the wine recipe would deceive his beloved disciple.

Involuntarily, he remembered the little apprentice's sensible appearance before leaving.

"Master!! Two more hours! You'll be 100 years old! Hee-hee, I don't want to buy a jar of wine and celebrate your birthday to the master!! ”。

He remembered the innocent smile of the little apprentice, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously began to raise a smile.

He didn't expect that five years later, his little apprentice would also learn the word birthday celebration.

Actually, he didn't want the little monk to buy wine, because the rain was too big.

He just wanted the master and apprentice to quietly chat about what the other party had experienced in the past five years in this dilapidated temple.

Though he had heard these things countless times.

However, he was already old, and he was already satisfied to watch his beloved disciple grow up, and to talk about the past five years over and over again in front of him.

In a trance, a terrible thunder sounded in the air.

The sound of thunder was shocking, and naturally brought the master's thoughts back to the present.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the door, he counted the hours.

It was time to be a child, and in half an hour, he would be 100 years old.

However, just as he was feeling emotion in his heart, an ominous premonition instantly washed away all his illusions.

He jerked back.

At this time, a black-clothed man with a masked face and only a pair of sharp eyes was already standing on the broken stone platform in the middle of the temple, staring at him quietly.

A thunderclap of "Boom~" reappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the light emitted by the lightning illuminated the ruined temple.

Although the lightning flashed, although the ruined temple became dark again.

But in that bright moment, Master Kongzhi had already seen the sharp eyes of the man in black.

He.

The person's identity has been recognized.

A anger in his heart that had been hidden for decades suddenly converged on his aging eyes.

In the end, he yelled angrily at the man in black.

"It's you!! You even dare to come to see me!! ”。

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