In the early hours of the morning, a teenager carried a lunch box and walked alone on the mountain road.

The mountain wind was very light, but the cold was very heavy, and the young man's snort was like mist, but the clothes on his body were very thin.

The young man has a long body, his eyebrows and eyes are comfortable, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and his eyes are like two black pills in a white jade plate, which is extremely smart. In the face of the cold, he was thinly dressed, but he didn't care, only looked up at the waning moon between the bullfights, and his eyes were full of the vigor of a young man, and seemed to be full of vicissitudes that were completely incompatible with his age, and the two were mixed into an extremely amazing and unique temperament.

"There are flowers in spring, there are moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter, if there is nothing to worry about, it is a good season in the world. ”

The young man shook his head and muttered to himself: "There is a shortage of moons, and it is difficult for people to be round, what is the best time to talk about?

Although this was a light remark, it was heard by the old monk who was waiting for him in front of the gate of the broken temple mountain, and the old monk shouted and scolded: "Stinky boy, how can the monk offend you?

The boy stuck out his tongue, walked quickly to the old monk, and handed him the lunch box.

"The dew is heavy in late autumn, master, you are all this age, don't come out, it's not good to catch a cold. ”

The old monk was almost choked to death by the young man, coughed loudly twice, took the lunch box in a hurry, and scolded while taking it: "Boy, what kind of! The old monk is fierce and fierce, and he will catch a cold? I think you kid is beaten up, are you the old man who came out to pick you up? Is your face so big? The old man is out to admire the moon!"

The young man smiled secretly, without revealing the essence of his foodie, and shook his head in a pretentious gesture and did not speak.

The old monk was tall, wearing a shabby monk's robe, with countless patches up and down, and I don't know how long he had been wearing it. The face is thin, with a short beard under the chin, the roots are erect, and the face is distinct, which makes people not look like a monk, but reveals a very fierce momentum.

The dilapidated temple behind the old monk, the temple door is mottled with red paint, the plaque is overturned, and the words on it have been dim and peeled off, and it is not clear at all in the faint light of the fourth watch.

"The poem is good, there is Zen, and the mood is open-minded, but the old man can't see that your kid has such a state of mind, I'm afraid it didn't come from somewhere, right?" The old monk squatted on the steps, opened the lunch box, feasted, and did not forget to comment on the young man's poems while eating.

"The old monk is very lenient, I see that you are a monk, I am afraid that you don't have this state of mind, the old monk kills people like hemp, and only hears a hundred ghosts crying on the battlefield, how can there be a good season in the world?"

"Boy, beg for a fight!"

After eating, the old monk wiped his mouth with his greasy and tattered monk's robe and stood up. The boy couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

"I said old monk, I'm afraid you've been wearing this monk's robe for 20 years, and I don't know how to wash it, my mother has said it many times, let me take it back if you have dirty clothes, and she will help wash it. ”

"A monk is just a stinky skin, what is the place to wash, a waste of time. The old monk packed the empty lunch box and picked it up, "Let's go, finish eating, let's eat!"

The master and apprentice walked one after the other to the temple. Both walked extremely fast and soon came to the backyard of the temple.

The backyard is simply arranged, with a stone table, a few stone chairs, and a lush old locust in the center of the courtyard, the branches and leaves emit a faint silver light in the early morning of late autumn, cold and deep.

On both sides of the backyard, there are two rows of weapon racks, which are dilapidated, and many of the weapons on them are rusty, mostly sticks.

The old monk put the empty lunch box on the stone table, turned to face the young man, and lifted the shabby monk's robe, revealing the naked upper body, although he was over sixty years old, the upper body was still full of muscles and muscles, and the scars on the front chest and back were crossed, and I don't know how many, which was terrifying.

The young man was used to seeing it, so he didn't react, so he went to the weapon rack next to him, took a Qimei stick with the thickness of a child's arm, weighed it, turned around and made a gesture, and looked at the old monk with blazing eyes.

The old monk took a rusty knife, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes burst out with two bloody murderous aura.

"Move!"

The young man's face froze, and he felt that his breathing was slightly difficult, he condensed his spirit, emptied his mind, took a few steps forward, shook his wrist, and seven or eight stick shadows scattered from the Qi Mei stick, wrapping the old monk in.

The old monk's long eyebrows were lowered, his tall and thin figure was as immobile as a mountain, and he didn't see any movement, and the Pu knife in his hand had already drawn out a phantom, catching the young man's stick shadow, as if it was the sound of rain hitting the plantains, and the sticks and knives were connected, like a dense rhythmic drumbeat, which made people hear the blood surging, and the cold air in the early morning actually reduced a lot.

The young man's body is like a swimming fish sliding, faster and faster, in a moment, the yard has been full of his figure, the moonlight is like mercury pouring on the ground, he walks on the moonlight, the shadow of the stick in his hand is vertical and horizontal, the wind moves with the stick, between heaven and earth, everything is bleak, and the coolness is deepening.

There seemed to be a smile of relief on the old monk's cold face, he still didn't move half a step, only waved the Pu knife in his hand, so that he moved and rotated in such a small space, no matter how fast the young man moved, he still blocked all the attacks with ease, so that the young man returned in vain.

A layer of red slowly floated on the young man's face, his eyes were red, he raised his head and roared, and there were small gaps in the short stick with his eyebrows in his hand.

"Flowing Cloud Kill!"

The young man burst into a shout, and as soon as he sent his hands, the Qi Mei stick turned into a dragon, and it bit towards the old monk, with a fierce and unstoppable momentum.

The old monk's eyes lit up, his long eyebrows were raised, and he said with great joy: "Good to come!"

In the light of the faint light, the muscles on the old monk's body changed, bulging up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the scars were like living snakes, swimming around the body, the Pu knife in his hand trembled, rolling up a small hurricane, the center of the hurricane, locked the dragon that rushed in the face, there was a violent whistling sound in the air, and a faint sulfur smell emanated in the small courtyard in the early morning of late autumn.

"Boom!"

The sawdust was scattered in all directions, hitting the periphery, and the branches of the big locust tree near the two battles shook like a giant hand, and countless dead leaves fluttered down, as if it had rained heavily.

The Qi Mei stick turned into nothing, and the young man stared blankly at the cracked tiger's mouth, his eyes thoughtful.

The old monk erected a knife in one hand, his long eyebrows fluttered, and his fine red upper body was covered with small scars, witnessing this unknown battle.

"Ding!"

With a soft sound, the crack of the blade of the Pu knife expanded, and half of the blade fell to the ground, and the sound was quite harsh in the empty courtyard.

The old monk threw away the short knife and laughed loudly.

"Good boy! That's a good move, that's a good one!"

The young man suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly ran over, picked up the shabby monk's robe, handed it to the old monk's hand, scratched his head and said: "Old monk, some time ago, I went up the mountain to chop wood, and when I saw a waterfall, I felt something, so I spent some time there. ”

"Take nature as a teacher, and nature can borrow the power of heaven and earth!"

The old monk nodded, looked at the proud disciple he had accepted on a whim with satisfaction, and patted his head: "The old monk has nothing to teach you, you-out of the teacher!"

The young man was startled, and he was busy wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to open his clear eyes and look at the old monk.

The old monk put on his monk's robe with a smile, and recalled the first meeting with the young man in his mind.

"Hey, there's a temple here!"

A young boy of six or seven years old, holding several branches taller than him, came to a dilapidated temple, looked up at the plaque at the temple gate, and nodded his fingers with great difficulty, recognizing the almost completely worn handwriting in front of him.

"Lan-Ruo-Temple"

"Damn, there's a ghost!"

The little boy threw the branch in his hand, turned around and ran, and after a while, he crashed into the body of a fierce old monk.

"Where did the wild child come from, he dared to ruin the reputation of this temple. If the old monk confiscates your firewood, it will be considered compensation. ”

"Old monk, is it okay to have a face? Who told you to call your broken temple Lanruo Temple? Lanruo Temple is originally a ghost temple, okay?"

The little boy was very disdainful. At this moment, the old monk was surprised, this was not like what a five or six-year-old child said, and he suddenly became a little interested.

"Ouch, that's good, let's talk about it, why is Lanruo Temple a ghost temple? If you don't say that you are ugly today, the old monk will have to beat your ass. ”

"Okay, old monk, then I'll tell you a story about Lanruo Temple, if it's a good story, then you have to pack today's lunch, and you have to add my mother's share. ”

"Okay, it's a deal!"

One old and one young, the two made a gentleman's alliance, so the old monk heard a poignant story of people and ghosts falling in love.

After telling the story, the little boy strongly asked the old monk to change the name of the temple, and the old monk was so moved by the story that he didn't do it.

What a good opportunity to cheat sesame oil money, how can it be changed? The history of the cultural attractions is thick, isn't it? Besides, what if there is really a Ning Caichen in the future?

So, from then on, the old monk began to have a mobile story library. He wanted to hear a story every day, and listening to those stories made him feel much younger, and it reminded him of many memories of his youth.

He didn't know how this kid had so many stories in his head.

So, the old monk began to raise a mother and son. Of course, it is not raised, that is, he is responsible for hunting, chopping wood, fishing, and karma, and the cooking is handed over to the little boy's mother, although they have never met, but the old monk is very satisfied with the food.

So, on a whim, the old monk accepted another closed disciple.

So, ah, so, eight years passed......

The old monk smiled at the corner of his mouth, and the handsome and handsome boy in front of him gradually coincided with the little boy eight years ago.

Sun Gu is the boy's name.

Lotus is the name of the old monk.

Ten years ago, the mother and son lived here and lived in the nearby Xiaogu Mountain.

And within a radius of ten miles from Xiaogu Mountain, there is only such a broken temple - Lanruo Temple.

Eight years have dispelled the loneliness of the lotus and warmed his cold heart, and similarly, Sun Gu, who has tasted sadness at a young age, has also seen a touch of kindness in the world again because of the existence of the lotus.

He is fifteen years old and has been in the world for ten years. In this world full of malice, he and his mother have tasted humiliation and sadness, and only by the side of this sloppy and seemingly vicious old monk is he willing to share a trace of insignificant kindness with the world.

However, it is limited to that.

Lotus took Sun Gu to the small meditation room, he opened the futon on the meditation bed, tore it with his hand, and took out a thin yellow book from the futon.

"Damn, old monk, you actually hid a little yellow book, I can't see it, you are actually a flower monk!"

When Sun Gu saw this, he couldn't help but scream loudly, and the old monk rolled his eyes in anger, so that he couldn't bear his back.

"Scoundrel, which eye do you see that this is a small-yellow-book?"