When Kong Yan returned to the temple, it had been a long time since the old abbot passed away.

After seeing the new abbot of the temple, Kong Yan went to the backyard to put down his luggage and go to look for Kong Wen.

"Amitabha, Uncle Kongwen should be in the back mountain now."

When he met a little novice who was sweeping the floor, he asked him empty words, and the little novice put down the broom and replied with his palms together.

"Amitabha."

After thanking the little novice, he hurried to the back mountain.

Along the way, the spreading rose vines climb among the tall trees, weaving a beautiful landscape.

Empty words brushed the flower branches, and I thought a little boredly, staying in early summer, it would be a boundless beauty.

The wild roses here are all red and white, intertwined and beautiful.

He once came here with his master, and the rose vine was still very small, so he asked the master.

"Master, does this flower vine need to be folded off? They can affect the growth of large trees. What's more, the tiny flower vine left a pink mark on his leg.

"No, since you have met it, it is fate. How about you take care of their watering and pruning? "The old monk has white eyebrows and long beard, and his face is kind.

Not how. I thought so in my heart, but I agreed very sincerely.

At first, he didn't like the weak creatures, but later, as the rose vines bloomed, clusters bloomed brightly, and their unique beauty left a deep mark on his heart.

Weak but beautiful.

This is the definition of a rose.

From the outside, the bronzed chest is exposed, the thick black eyebrows, thick lips, and angular outlines have a kind of rough style.

However, as a monk, he looks a little too rough compared to Kongwen.

Kong Yan is actually a little entangled in his heart for this junior brother.

If you come to teach your disciples, you must first be greedy, love, take, and entangle, so that you can have the hope of liberation.

Kong Yan wants to be a high-ranking monk like his master, but he can't be greedy, because he is attached to his master's care and care. He was jealous of that.

Because Kongwen can always easily get the master's praise and love.

Therefore, Kong Yan knew that he still had a long way to go to attain enlightenment. He has too many desires to get rid of the bottom of his heart, and he can't get the true Tao.

In a cave in the back mountain, Kongwen sat cross-legged, holding a letter with a somewhat faded corner in his hand.

The candles on the stone platform on one side have fallen circles of wax tears, and the fireworks are dim and about to be extinguished.

Kongwen has been sitting here for a while, from the dawn to the sun.

My eyes were half-closed, and I didn't know whether I was awake or asleep.

When Kongyan came, Kongwen opened his eyes, carefully folded the letter in his hand, and tucked it in his sleeve.

In fact, the content of this letter is very simple, but it is not simple.

It was put in the post station before the old monk passed away, and it was agreed to give it to Kong Wen at a certain time after his death.

Empty fingers curled up unconsciously as they thought about the contents of the letter over and over again.

He didn't want to see his brother, but he was very tired. So, when his brother was about to arrive, he extinguished the candle and walked deeper into the cave.

There is a waterhole in the depths. The spring cold is steep, and the empty smell jumps in with a "poof".

Sealed his mouth and nose, and let himself fall to the bottom of the pool. Everything around was quiet, and I could see the sunlight pouring down from among the vines above.