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"Squeak" made a soft sound, and Yaozu, who slowly pushed open the half-hidden wooden door, came to the courtyard where he came to clean last time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info When he walked into this courtyard, Yao Zu couldn't help but look around a few times. But look at the strange man who is not in the courtyard.

Seeing that the courtyard was empty, Yaozu began to clean up in the courtyard to clean up the things that he had to do today. Today he came to this ape crying stream, but he was much less busy than the last time he came. After all, this yard was cleaned by him not long ago. Nowadays, the courtyard is very tidy, and there are no weeds and dead leaves to clean.

But since he came, and his main thing to do today is to clean up in this courtyard. That's why I cleaned up the yard very seriously. After a while, the few dead leaves and weeds in the yard were cleaned up.

Looking at the rising sun in the sky, it was still early for the senior brother to come and ask him to eat. When he was bored, he sat down on a large bluestone in the courtyard to rest. Looking at the dark stone surface that was as smooth as a mirror, Yaozu couldn't help but think of those stone tablets in the mountains and forests behind.

But it was this big bluestone that he didn't care much about the last time he came. And the stone monuments in the forest... Looking at the smooth stone surface of Da Qingshi, Yaozu's mind came to mind those words that he had already memorized but did not read. He had nothing to do, and after squatting down along the big bluestone, he dipped his fingers in the half bucket of water he brought, and began to write on the big bluestone one by one.

"Huh? Deleng's words? ....”

Just as Yaozu was still looking at himself on the big bluestone, writing the words written down from the stone tablet, the sound of very nice words came from behind him. Inevitably, he stopped writing between his fingers.

When he looked back, he saw a middle-aged monk in his thirties, who was looking at him with great interest at this time, and the lines he wrote on the big bluestone were either dry and long gone, or still wet marks visible.

This middle-aged monk was born with a good appearance. The eyebrows are bright, but it has its own self-explanatory extravagance. Although the middle-aged monk is dignified, he is very weak. On that already white face, there was a faint look of sickness.

A very ordinary blue-faced shirt was worn on his body, but it showed a bit of a different extraordinary bearing.

The middle-aged monk saw that Yaozu no longer continued to write with his fingers, but turned to look at him. He smiled slightly and squatted down next to Yaozu, a pair of deep eyes containing many complex looks, and silently stared at the lines of handwriting on the big bluestone surface, which would completely disappear with the drying of wet marks.

"The scriptures are the scriptures, and the stones are the stones. Even if this scripture is attached to the stone, the stone that you want to rely on will not be destroyed for a hundred years or thousands of years... But after all, I still can't escape, this scripture is still a scripture, and the stone is still a stone..."

The middle-aged monk who muttered to himself seemed to have an epiphany of a different kind of Zen. But he couldn't help but say with emotion, and at the same time, he stretched out his fingers, which were longer and fairer than a woman's hand, and gently brushed them on the smooth and mirror-like bluestone surface.

It wasn't until the water writing on the big bluestone had disappeared that the middle-aged monk slowly stood up with a slight sigh.

"You're here to clean the yard?"

The middle-aged monk glanced at the wooden bucket containing clear water and the broom road leaning against the big bluestone beside Yaozu.

Yaozu hurriedly nodded and replied, "Yes, yes." I, I am, come, come to clean, this, this courtyard, the courtyard. As he spoke, he stood up to himself.

Listening to Yaozu's stuttering words, the middle-aged monk looked at the monk in front of him with some curiosity. So then he looked at Daqingshi, who had no handwriting left, and said, "Look at the scripture you wrote just now, you must be familiar with it." Do you know what it means? ”

"I, I don't, I don't know, I know what, what is, is the scriptures... You, you are, do you mean, I, I was just here, on this stone, writing, writing, writing, writing, writing, ”

Although Yaozu didn't know anything that was not scriptural. But he also heard it clearly, in the words of the middle-aged monk just now, there was a mention of what he wrote... He could also think of the words that he had written on the big bluestone just now, which he didn't know at all, so he replied truthfully.

Originally, I also wanted to consider the middle-aged monk who wrote the scriptures on the big bluestone, which were explained by the scriptures. But I don't want Yaozu to know what the scripture I just wrote is. Thus some were surprised: "You don't know the meaning of the verse you have written? Where does this start? Since you don't know the meaning of what you're writing, how do you memorize so many verses between the lines? ”

Seeing that the middle-aged monk asked, Yao also replied truthfully: "I, I am, from the forest, from the forest, from the forest, that, those stones, stone tablets, it seems. I, I don't, can't read. ”

After listening to what Yaozu said, the middle-aged monk's face couldn't help but add a little surprise. I don't want this young monk to be able to memorize so many obscure scriptures without being literate. And... When he came to the monk just now to watch, he had also carefully read the scriptures written by the monk. But word for word! Otherwise, he would not have asked the monk if he knew the meaning of this scripture by heart.

But I don't want this monk to be more than that, I don't know what this scripture means... Can't even read?! I can't read and memorize so many scriptures, but I've never heard of them! After thinking about it, the middle-aged monk also felt more and more that this thin monk boy was really a little interesting. So after nodding slightly, he continued: "Since you are illiterate... The scripture that was written on the stone face just now is what you see from the tablet. Then how many verses have you memorized, you illiterate? ”

Yaozu said without hesitation: "I, I remember." Because, because of that, the words on those tablets. All, it's all one touch, the same. So, so I, I both, remember. ”

As soon as Yaozu said this, he couldn't help but make the middle-aged monk exclaim: "Oh?! You, do you remember?! Wrote it all down?! ”

Obviously, Yaozu's answer made the middle-aged monk unexpected. According to the age of this monk, he was illiterate, and it was rare for him to be able to memorize a passage. But I didn't want this monk to actually write down hundreds or thousands of words of obscure scriptures! This kind of memory is unheard of! But then the middle-aged monk couldn't help but be suspicious, and secretly in his heart... Could it be that this monk knows himself? That's what you say? Can... This should not be possible either. Those who know their whereabouts here, I am afraid that there are only a handful of them in this Jinlin Hongti Temple. How could he, a little monk, know who he is? ...

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged monk smiled and said to Yaozu: "Since you have memorized all the scriptures on the stele. What paragraphs and sentences are after the text just written, and then write from this stone to see. ”

Yaozu was a little strange, I don't know why this middle-aged monk who suddenly appeared asked him to continue to write the following words on the big bluestone. But he still responded very obediently, and then dipped his fingers in the water, continued the passage he had just written on the big bluestone, and continued to write.

As Yaozu continued to write on the big bluestone, the middle-aged monk gradually looked serious, looking at the scriptures that Yaozu wrote later, paragraph after paragraph. But the more I looked at it, the more surprised I became. I don't think this monk really remembers the other passages in this scripture as he said. And it's word for word! Such a miracle is really...

"That's it, that's it."

When Yaozu wrote the scriptures that he continued to write, they were all dry and wet on the big bluestone, and after they were wet and dry, he stopped writing with slightly painful fingers.

The middle-aged monk did not speak, but looked at the stone surface and gradually, and the words of water that had dried up were muttered to himself. It wasn't until the scripture marks on the stone surface had disappeared that the middle-aged monk smiled and sighed: "Today you have made me gain knowledge!" Hehe! Not bad! Not bad! ”

As the middle-aged monk spoke, he sat down on the big bluestone, and then asked Yaozu, "Do you want to know, what do these words you write mean?" Do you want to learn literacy? ”

When Yaozu heard the middle-aged monk ask, he shook his head without thinking and replied, "No, I don't want to." ”

The middle-aged monk was a little curious: "Oh? Why not? ”

Yaozu then replied: "This, these, some words. And, with me, with me, and no, it has nothing to do with it. I, I learned, I learned, and, what, what is the use? ”

The middle-aged monk nodded slightly: "What about the word?" Why don't you even learn words? ”

When it comes to learning words, I can't help but think of my second uncle and the master of the second family. The second uncle and the master both let him learn calligraphy... But before he could start learning, the second uncle and the master who had learned Chinese characters told him were...

"No, I don't want to learn.. It's just, it's just no, I don't want to learn..."

Yaozu, who didn't want to say the true reason in his heart, continued to answer.

The middle-aged monk saw Yaozu's face resolute, but he couldn't help but feel funny in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly feel in his heart... Unexpectedly, I took the initiative to teach people scriptures, and there were times when I was rejected. If it was before... As big as this monk, he can't all be eager to worship the patriarchy in his own door. Also... What is your current self? It's just a person who treats sins, where is it still the old self...

"Hehe, I don't want to learn... Then I use this thing in exchange for you to learn, okay? ”

The middle-aged monk then said with a smile as he took out an oiled paper bag from his sleeve and handed it to Yaozu.

Yaozu, who took the oil-paper bag from the middle-aged monk's hand and looked at it closely, couldn't help but exclaim: "This, this is, fruit, fruit point?!" As he spoke, he glared at the middle-aged monk sitting on the big bluestone.

The middle-aged monk didn't want to, and the monk guessed what was in the bag before he opened the oil paper bag. Just when he wanted to say something, he suddenly paused again, and then smiled clearly: "Hehe! It turned out to be you. You were the one who cleaned the yard last time, right? I remember the last time you came, I also gave you a bag, such a fruit point. No wonder you remember. ”

"You, who are?! ...”

When Yaozu heard what the middle-aged monk said, a figure inevitably appeared in his mind. The weirdo who had been in the courtyard a few days ago and had given him a bag of fruit snacks. Could it be that the strange man who wears something strange on his head and can't see his appearance is...