It seems to be an ordinary early morning, although it is close to the Dragon Boat Festival, but because of being in the mountains, it is still very comfortable and cool in the morning and evening.

In a secluded part of the mountain, a small stream meanders.

There is a huge stone rock by the stream, one zhang square, half of the stone rock is hidden in the stream, and half is exposed on the water.

On the rock, a few birds sometimes bow their heads to peck at their feathers, and sometimes stroll gracefully.

If it is close, it will make people surprised, because on the stone rock, under the birds, there is a gray figure motionless.

With a yawn, the gray figure slowly came to its feet.

What is surprising is that the alarmed bird did not leave immediately, but fell back on the man, "chirping", as if there was a sense of joy.

The gray figure is clear at a glance.

With a gray monk's robe and a smooth head, he is a young monk who looks but immature.

The little monk yawned, looked at the two birds that jumped on his lap, and couldn't help but pick the corners of his mouth.

These two birds are round and bulging, and their bodies are fat.

"It's fat again, and it's the right time to roast it." The little monk said forbidden words in his mouth, but the movements of his hands were gentle, and he stretched out his fingers and touched the head of the bird that was parked on his lap.

The bird was not afraid, but stretched out its little head and rubbed it against the little monk's palm, which was extremely intimate.

The little monk smiled, took the cloth pocket around his waist, grabbed two handfuls of millet, and sprinkled them on the stone rock.

The birds and finches "chirped" and ran towards the millet, and the little monk slowly turned over from the stone rock.

Under the rock, there are two and a half foot high wooden barrels, and a flat pole.

The little monk looked to the east, the sun was rising, the sky was light and blue, and his face showed a little reminiscence and a little confusion.

Soon, however, he regained his composure and began to carry the water honestly.

The road was rough and full of barrels, but it was very steady, and there was very little splashing of water.

From the riverside to the ancient temple on the top of the mountain, there are a total of 720 stone steps.

Since the age of five, the little monk has been walking this road for six years.

Today.

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