The weather is excellent tonight, a barren valley outside Hangzhou is covered under the starry sky overnight, and the universe is mysterious and vast, boundless. In the wilderness, there is an almost dilapidated ancient temple. A horizontal plaque on the temple gate reads "Pure Zen Forest", and a dilapidated earthen wall surrounds a courtyard. A little monk with delicate eyebrows walked out of the temple gate, the little monk looked fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a gray cloth monk's robe, pedaling a pair of open monk shoes, carrying a flat pole on his shoulder, and a wooden bucket hung at each end of the pole, looking like he was going to the stream to fetch water.

When the little monk came to the stream, he first unloaded the flat pole and wooden barrel on his body, squatted on the side of the stream, picked up a handful of stream water and drank two sips, and then hit the cool stream water on his face, and instantly felt refreshed. Raised his head and looked up at the starry sky, his face was full of innocence, and there was no trace of earthly vulgarity in his clear eyes. Then he rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands, and then took the barrel and fetched two buckets of water from the stream. The weight of the two buckets of water added up to an estimated to be about 100 catties, but the little monk easily hung the two buckets of water on the flat shoulder, and then lifted the flat shoulder, as if it was the empty burden he had just carried when he came.

Just as the little monk was about to go back, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a person lying by the stream not far from him. The little monk has lived in this barren valley since he can remember, and except for his master, senior brother and the strange uncle, he has not seen a few living people in a year. Now the little monk's curiosity aroused, and he decided to go over to see who was lying in this barren valley and watching the stars.

The little monk carried a load of water, and while approaching the man, he shouted, "Donor, what are you doing here?" ”

"Donor, donor!" When the little monk got closer, he found that the man was lying there motionless with his eyes closed, his legs still immersed in the cold water. The little monk said, "It turned out to be a dead man, how could there be a dead man here?" Looking at the man carefully, although he was ragged and unkempt, he could still vaguely see the outline of the person's facial features. Seeing that this person has a vast heaven, good facial features, and does not look like a villain. The little monk couldn't help but feel compassion and pity. So he put down his pole and put his hand on the man's pulse, which seemed to have a hint of life surging between the pulses. I couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! It turned out that he was not dead. ”

After a thought, the little monk carried the man on his back, and flew up the valley path where he came, and followed the path to the ruined temple.

The little monk slammed open the temple door and shouted as he ran into the courtyard, "Master, senior brother, come out quickly!" ”

An old man with long hair and a shawl in the courtyard was chopping wood, and when he heard this, he stopped what he was doing and said in a deep voice: "Huiming, what are you shouting?" ”

When the little monk known as Huiming saw the old man in the courtyard, he was stunned for a moment, and then stammered: "Gu, Uncle Gu, I ...... it."

The old man turned his head and looked at Huiming's eyes as if he could see the bottom of Huiming's heart, and the little monk Huiming couldn't help but fight a cold war. The old man wore long loose hair, a red cloth belt tied on the top of his head, and a navy blue sleeveless shoulder on his upper body, revealing two muscular arms, and a skull tattooed on his left arm. He wears a pair of black trousers and a black sash around his waist. The waist is straight, and the whole body seems to be full of explosive power. Although Zi Weiwei's face was covered with knife-like wrinkles, it always made people feel that it was impossible to accurately estimate his age. The most terrifying thing is a scar that goes around the bridge of the nose from the eyebrows to the corners of the mouth, coupled with the deep sunken eye sockets and the cold expression, like a hell of an adult. In this quiet and simple temple, it seems so out of place.

The old man Scarface asked in a deep voice, "Huiming, aren't you going to fetch water?" How did you carry someone back? ”

"Uncle Gu, he ...... I ......" Hui Ming was obviously afraid of the cold old man in front of him, thinking that not only did he not get the water back, but he didn't even get the bucket back. When I speak, I can't help but say something wrong, as if I have done something wrong.

"Living or dead?" Old Man Scarface asked coldly.

"He's alive!"

The old man Scarface stopped talking, and continued to chop wood as if nothing had happened.

Hui Ming was stunned, and when he didn't know whether to continue calling his senior brother to come out to help, a little monk walked out of the main hall of the temple. As he walked, he asked, "Huiming, what's wrong?" ”

Huiming saw that it was his senior brother Huijing, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior brother, come and help!" ”

At this time, Huijing also saw that Huiming was carrying a person, and hurriedly said, "Who is this person?" Quick, let's carry him to the Master. With that, Huijing took two steps, came to Huiming's side, and helped Huiming carry the man into the main hall.

In the main hall, there is a smiling Maitreya Buddha statue, a fat monk sits on the futon under the Buddha statue, nine incense scars are ordained on the shaved blue scalp, the face is piled up with furrow-like wrinkles, a pair of white eyebrows hang long at the corners of the eyes, and a pair of white hair under the chin. Look at how old it is, it's already in its prime.

The old monk was sitting on the futon and closed his eyes to recuperate, Huiqing and Huijing ran in in a panic carrying the person, shouting as they ran: "Master, Master, look!" ”

The old monk opened his eyes suddenly, and two rays of lightning shot out of his eyes, and in an instant, the old monk seemed to have become another person, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be much less.

Seeing the two disciples looking flustered, carrying an unconscious stranger standing in front of him, he quickly got up and said, "Amitabha, don't panic! Carry him to the teacher's meditation room. ”

"Yes, Master." The two answered. Carrying the young man, he followed the old monk to the old monk's meditation room in the backyard.

The man was lying on the old monk's meditation bed, his eyes closed, not breathing, not the slightest bit of life. The old monk sat on the edge of the bed, his hand on the man's pulse, and his face was solemn.

The two little monks stood by the bed and looked at the master, not even daring to come out. After touching a cup of tea, Huijing finally couldn't help but ask, "Master, is this person still alive?" ”

The old monk nodded and said: "To be alive is to be alive, but the meridians of his whole body are blocked, if he doesn't get through in time, even if he comes back to life in the future, he will be a waste." ”

Hui Ming hurriedly said, "Master, then you can save him!" ”

The old monk recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, my Buddha has the virtue of a good life, as a monk, how can I not save death as a teacher?" Huiming, you first tell the origin of this person to the teacher. ”

Hui Ming will tell you what happened just now. After hearing this, the old monk twisted his beard and said: "In this barren valley, except for you and my master and apprentice, there are rare people, how did he find it?" Looking at his hairstyle and dress, it is also very different from ordinary people, who is this son? ”

Only then did Huijing and Huiming notice that this person had short hair, not the braided hairstyle that contemporary people kept. Although the clothes on his body are tattered, it can be vaguely seen that they are not the popular robes and horse coats of the contemporary era.

After a moment, the old monk said as if he had suddenly made up his mind: "That's it, I'll save this person first, and naturally everything will be clear." ”