The two little monks were even more puzzled in their hearts: they had followed the old monk for many years, but they had never seen him be able to predict the prophet, what happened recently?

Moreover, his master, for the female benefactor he had never met, actually called "her", and he didn't even call him "donor"!

First he said that he had reached his limit, and then he began to age rapidly, and he didn't even get out of the door, but he told them that someone would suddenly appear in the yard, and he even knew what the person who appeared needed!

However, after following the old monk over the years, they were also accustomed to listening, so they didn't ask any more, and according to the old monk's instructions, they went to the meditation room in the west to invite someone.

In the meditation room on the west side, even through a layer of window lattice paper, the two little monks can see the faintly colorful light inside!

The colorful light was strong and weak, but it never disappeared. At the same time, it also seems to contain huge power, and the two little monks can't open the two closed doors.

The two of them looked at each other, and they both saw a look of surprise on each other's faces, and at the same time, they were also a little curious in their hearts, what was the beautiful woman who appeared later, and why did there always shine with colorful light?

Both of them were thirteen or fourteen years old, and their curiosity was also very strong, so they looked at each other again, and finally at the same time their eyes fell on the window lattice paper that was slightly revealing colorful light.

This paper was pasted last year, and there was already a little dust on it, even slightly yellow, very fragile, and it could be broken into confetti with a little force.

It's just that, to the surprise of the two people, this window lattice paper, which should have been very fragile, is comparable to fine iron at the moment!

One of them poked lightly with his hand, and the yellowed window lattice paper was not as broken as expected. Surprised, he glanced at the other person, and then reached out again, increased his force a little, and poked again.

As a result, he found that his fingers seemed to have poked into the wall where the iron had been poured!

The little monk paused for a moment, unable to hide the difference in his eyes, so he didn't care if it would alarm the people in the room, so he used all his strength to poke it on the window lattice paper for the third time.

"Shhh

The other little monk was a little puzzled, but he just pierced a layer of window lattice paper, as for the pain like this?

So he himself stretched out a finger and poked it fiercely at the slightly yellowed window lattice paper, which was also shining with colorful light!

"Ahh

The window lattice paper, which seemed to be very fragile, but was actually extremely hard, made the little monk cry out in pain, and then thought that this sound would alarm the interior of the room, so he hurriedly covered his mouth tightly with his other hand!

The little monk from before gave him a blank look, which means: Let you not believe me!

"Senior brother......" Later, the little monk who poked the window paper pursed his lips aggrievedly, looked down at his already red and swollen fingers, and lowered his voice, "Didn't you and I change this window lattice paper last year......?"

The little monk, known as "Senior Brother", held his chin with his uninjured hand, and finally fell on the window lattice paper that he and his junior brother had poked three or four times but never moved, revealing a contemplative look.

In the room, the colorful light is still bright and flickering, and the window lattice paper on the ground is not slightly glowing with colorful light, and for a while, the original yellow on the paper is completely covered.

"It should be ......" Senior brother and little monk pondered for a while, and was about to say his judgment, but he heard a violent cough from behind: "Ahem! ahem!"

The two of them were startled at the same time, and hurriedly turned to look, only to see their master, the old monk who was dying and old, and who could be extinguished by a gust of wind at any time like a candle in the wind, did not know when, actually walked out of the meditation room, and quietly walked behind them!

"Master?"

"Master, why are you here?"

The two little monks suddenly seemed to have done something wrong and were caught on the spot, and at the same time lowered their heads to look at their toes, and they didn't even dare to come out!

The old monk was really old, very old, and he seemed to be shaking when he walked, he looked at the two disciples in front of him with their heads bowed, and only spoke after a while: "Go and knock on the door." ”

The two little monks were stunned for a moment, and then they were overjoyed: Master, is this not going to pursue their actions before they want to peep?

At the same time, they felt indescribable annoyance in their hearts, they couldn't push the door open, and the window lattice paper seemed to have a problem, becoming as hard as iron, why didn't they think of knocking on the door?

When you knock on the door, the people inside the door hear it and will naturally let them in. Even if you don't let them in, at least you will say yes!

Thinking of this, not only did he show a look of shame, so he lowered his head at the same time, took two quick steps, then looked at each other again, and finally the senior brother knocked on the door.

Tuk tuk!

There was a knock on the door, echoing in the quiet courtyard, and it seemed to echo, but no sound came from the room.

The senior brother frowned, and was about to knock again with more force, but was stopped by the old monk shaking his hand.

The old monk bowed slightly, staggered to the door, took a deep breath, and spit out eight words: "All fate is false, and one sex is true." ”

The colorful light in the room, which was originally like water waves, suddenly stopped, and then completely dissipated, and the window lattice paper also returned to its old yellow, losing that colorful light.

"Squeak", the door was opened from the inside, and at the same time, the window lattice paper that was poked three or four times by the two little monks successively became scraps of paper at this moment, and they scattered one after another!

The beautiful woman appeared at the door of the room, rushed to the old monk in two steps, her eyes widened, and even her voice trembled: "You...... What do you say?!"

After finishing speaking, she also seemed to feel that her attitude was too abrupt, so she hurriedly took half a step back, looked the old monk up and down for a long time, and then hurriedly folded her hands and bowed slightly to the old monk: "Dare to ask the master ......."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old monk Cangzhong's weak voice: "There is no master here, only fate." ”

The woman paused for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Dare to ask Master Yuan, ...... is here?"

As she spoke, the woman seemed to be a little unable to believe what she was seeing, and a pair of eyes that were already big widened because of surprise, and she looked around again, and looked again, and without waiting for the old monk to answer her, she muttered to herself: "Here...... It's back here......"

Shock, joy, bewilderment, memory, dazed...... All kinds of emotions are mixed and come to the woman's beautiful face. She raised her head and looked at the old monk expectantly, waiting for the old monk to open his mouth to give her an answer.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" The old monk coughed violently at an inopportune time at this time. He was probably too old, to the point where the oil ran out, and all the vitality in his body had begun to dissipate, and it was very difficult to even support him to say a word.

Although the woman was eager, she couldn't urge such an old monk in her last years, so she could only look at the two little monks, supporting him left and right, one for him and the other for him patting him on the back.

The old monk coughed for a long time, his chest was like a broken bellows, snorting and leaking everywhere, and it took a long time before he spoke again: "Yes, this is the place you think in your heart." ”

Shen Yixue was even more shocked, even her body trembled slightly, she opened her mouth, and it took a long time before she spoke again and asked, "That's ...... Moshan Village ......"

The old monk shook his head: "The vicissitudes of life, things are not people." ”

"But......" the woman's eyes widened, and she considered her words, "Master, you ......"

The old monk shook his head again: "I am not in the world, I am not in reincarnation, I ...... In hell. ”

The woman's eyes widened, as if she was thinking about the deep meaning of the old monk's words, and she didn't even notice the old monk's self-title, but the two little monks couldn't help it anymore, their master, at first, did not call each other "donor", and now even the self-title has become "I", instead of the commonly used self-title.

"Master, you ......" The senior brother couldn't help but want to remind him, but when the words came to his lips, he was interrupted again by a violent cough from the old monk, so the following words were not spoken.

The woman was thoughtful: "Not in the world, not in reincarnation, in hell?"

She muttered to herself, her eyes once again looked around the simple and narrow, no incense but somewhat familiar temple, and then glanced at the meditation room, the door was ajar, and the unconscious silver-haired man inside could vaguely see half of the outline, but it still seemed to be shrouded in a faint golden light, which made it difficult to see.

The woman's gaze finally fell on the same simple and even somewhat dilapidated main hall: "Dare to ask the master, where is the sacredness enshrined here?"

The old monk didn't cough this time, and answered the woman's question almost immediately: "Since it is a region, how can it be sacred?"

When the woman asked this question, the two little monks couldn't help but look at the old monk with curious eyes, and at the same time looked in the direction of the main hall with the corner of their eyes.

They are equally curious about this question.

Therefore, since they can remember, they have been in this cold, incense-free monastery, repeating simple homework day after day, but they have never been allowed by the old monk to step into the main hall, so they never know whether the main hall is dedicated to the Buddha or the Bodhisattva.

Even a few days ago, there were good men and women who came to visit, but they just stepped into the gate of the temple, and before they reached the main hall, they were stopped by the old monk.

Therefore, the woman's question also asked the doubts in their hearts, but the old monk's answer made them even more confused.

The woman muttered and repeated the old monk's answer, but her eyes still fell on the slightly broken door of the main hall, but what appeared on her face was unprecedented confusion, and for a while she even forgot about the unconscious silver-haired man in the half-open door behind her.

The old monk's footsteps moved, just in the way between the woman and the main hall, so that she had to withdraw her gaze and look at the old monk.

There was a hint of inquiry in the woman's gaze: "Who are you?"

The old monk sighed, and the voice of the old man was distant and distant, as if he came from another realm: "I am fate." ”