Wang Su'er was a little weak and said, "Why are you so stupid." ”

There is also a reason why the two of them are in this Wannian Temple. Entering Bashu, Luo Yifei and Wang Su'er encountered a group of bandits in the mountains. The knife on Luo Yifei's body was produced in this way. Fortunately, the monk who went down the mountain saw that the "little monk" and the "little nun" were besieged by a group of mountain bandits, and hurriedly rescued the two from the tiger's mouth.

Luo Yifei, who had been lying on his back, tugged at the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "It's good if you don't die." He put his hand to the side, moved his shoulder slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched, touching the wound. What Master and Lord have entrusted me with must be done. What would you do if I ran away? ”

"You big idiot, I'm a mortal man. You ran and still lived. If it hadn't been for the monks on the mountain who saw it, we would all have died in the mountains. She pouted, rolled over, and turned her back to Luo Yifei. He took out the ancient book from his chest and secretly wiped his tears.

When she came up, an old monk had already checked her pulse. Three months at most, she has three months left. She looked at the last few thin pages of the book, and lived to die, what is life to die? She really wants to live, is this a state of wanting to live and die?

"Wang Su'er, why don't you speak?" Luo Yifei's neck couldn't be twisted, so he could only talk on his back, and looked at the figure on the side from time to time.

Wang Su'er's tears fell, for a woman in her teens, such a reality is cruel. She longs to grasp the straw to survive, but neither fate nor reality seems to favor her.

Luo Yifei seemed to smell that trace of sadness, his breath was long, he closed his eyes and muttered, "It's good to be alive." Wang Su'er got up and walked out of the hall without a sound. She didn't have the courage to be able to lie down here, and then calmly and with a person who was able to shave her head for herself. A young man who can be cut down by mountain bandits and bruised all over his body, but swears to protect himself to the death, talks about a topic that he doesn't deserve to talk about anymore. That is to be alive.

"Wang Xu'er!"

He couldn't call her back, but the next moment. He calmed down again, facing his back to the sky. He thought about it, and it was better to let her be alone.

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On the small hill in the back mountain, Wang Xu'er was panting and sobbing. She hugged her knees. Hide your face and weep. The old monk in the green robe walked slowly, handed over a bowl of millet porridge in his hand, and said, "Female benefactor, drink a little." ”

Wang Xu'er sat down, unwilling to raise her head. The old monk put the rice porridge aside and said slowly: "Life and death are gone, but there is nothing to be sad about." Do you know, before the old monk left home, he was calculated by the feng shui master in the village to have a life book, not only did he not live to be twenty. It can also affect parents and sisters in the family. So he was sent to Wannian Temple by his parents to become a monk and cut off the past. Now that he is over 100 years old, the eight-character fate tribulation has long become a joke. ”

"But...... Master, you have said that my illness is incurable, and I only have a few months to live. Wang Su'er finally raised her head, her red and swollen eyes still moist.

"Just because I said it doesn't mean it's true. Just like the feng shui fortune teller said at the beginning, didn't the old monk survive in the end? Look at it, everything will be fine. ”

Wang Su'er said: "It's not just you, there are other people. It's all said that my illness can't be cured. Her head bowed again.

"yes. What they say, whether it's one person or a hundred. Isn't it all about you? At the beginning, almost everyone in the village said that the poor monk was a short-lived ghost, but I lived longer than everyone else. Isn't that the best mockery? So, don't live under someone else's tongue anymore. ”

Wang Su'er put the yellowed ancient book in her hand and said, "Master said it back then. Let me read through this hexagram book well. A Taoist chief once said that the way to live is all in this hexagram book. Let me understand that I have to live to die. But master, the little woman is stupid and doesn't understand it, but her body is falling day by day, can you tell me what it means to live to die? ”

The old monk paused, the rosary in his hand flicked a few times, and said: "This life to death, a hundred people may have a hundred opinions, and no one can say what it really means." The old monk himself believes that the so-called life to death is to get rid of all the worries and worries in his heart, and then find a pure land to spend the rest of his life. He raised his eyebrows, as if his opinion was a little too negative, for fear of affecting the sick benefactor around him, so he said: "Of course, this is just the old man's one-sided view, maybe the real way to live, not here." ”

Wang Su'er nodded, as if thinking of something.

The old monk pondered for a moment, and then said: "Female donor, Wannian Temple does not accept female guests, now that the male donor has woken up, there is nothing unusual for the time being, please go down the mountain." The abbot of the monastery has already found you an old woman's house to stay in for a while, what do you think? ”

Wang Su'er nodded and said, "Then thank you master, the little girl will go down the mountain." She also understood that a woman living in a temple was somewhat embarrassed, so she hurried down the mountain and left.

The white-clothed monk walked out of the cave and saw that the young monk was still sitting at the entrance of the cave, and he couldn't help but have some broken thoughts, "Stubborn stone!" He walked up to the old monk, sat down on the side, and asked, "Is that the sky lantern that was lit for this woman?" ”

"Mai's faction has helped people change their lives too much, but they have never succeeded in changing their lives. I also want to see if this change of life can really last as rumored to be. ”

The white-clothed monk frowned, and said angrily: "Then you asked me to light the sky lantern for the whole night last night?" Just to take a look at that false rumor? Amusing! Amusing! ”

"Senior brother. Why are you still so impetuous. At the beginning, the master ordered you not to break the congenital perfection and not to go out of the back mountain, in order to calm your mind, so that you can improve your Zen skills, and as a result, your cultivation will not increase, this temper is a lot bigger, it seems that this method will not work. ”

"It just doesn't work, it wasn't for his tongue like a bright flower that imprisoned me here, and made me swear a grand oath, I would have been congenitally perfect!"

"Huh. If it weren't for the master and his old man forcing you to make a grand oath before sitting down, I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to touch the innate upper realm. It's better to learn this ......."

The old monk was stunned, looking at the young monk who stood up and slowly walked towards the mountain gate, and didn't know what to say.

"He ......"

"Are you alright?"

The two respected old monks had a surprised and somewhat exaggerated look on their faces. But it should be exaggerated. The young monk left, and there was only that piece of grass on the withered yellow grass, and there was no grass, as if it was a piece of wool land that had been sat on solidly, and there was no grass. (To be continued.) )