"About thirty, with a scar on his head, and often wearing a hat? ...... The person the donor is looking for is surnamed Tan? The middle-aged monk asked rhetorically after a moment's thought. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Exactly! So, is he here? Zheng Jili was overjoyed when he heard this—if all the descriptions didn't match, how could the other party directly say that person's surname?

"Yes." The middle-aged monk replied.

"Great, I wonder where he is now?" Zheng Jili hurriedly asked.

"Donor Tan shouldn't have gone out, donor, please come with me." The middle-aged monk turned his head to look at a room not far away, and then said to Zheng Jili.

"There's Master Lao." The other party was willing to lead the way, Zheng Jili naturally couldn't ask for it, and after thanking him, he instructed Zheng Xing Xin, "You don't have to go over, just wait here." ”

Zheng Xing was slightly stunned when he heard this, he was Zheng Jili's confidant, otherwise he would not have brought anyone to Yunju Temple this time, but this is it, when he wanted to see the master of the main body, he didn't let him pass, obviously he didn't want to see that person, so it can be seen that the identity of that person is by no means simple.

"Yes, master", he was uncertain, but Zheng Xing immediately responded, took two steps back, found a shady place and stood down, and watched the two leave.

Following the middle-aged monk, Zheng Jili came to the door of a guest room, the door was closed, the monk stepped forward, stretched out his hand and lightly buckled on the door panel a few times, "Is Master Tan here?" After knocking on the door, the monk then asked.

"Is it Master Jueming?" There was an echo in the house, and then there were footsteps, but in a moment, the door was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man appeared in front of the door, dressed in a blue-gray robe, bald and without a hat, his hair was combed in a bullnose bun behind his head, and a jujube wood hairpin was inserted on it, with a medium stature, a thin body, a scar on his forehead like a centipede that was terrifying, and the beard under the jaw on his face was unmodified, giving people a sense of decadence.

"Master Tan, there is a donor who came to the backyard to visit, and listening to what he said, he is quite similar to the donor, so Jueming led him to see the donor." The future intention of the monk Jueming politely is indicated.

"Oh, where are the people?" The middle-aged man didn't react much, and asked after a sigh.

"Donor, this is Tan Shizhu, I don't know if it's the person you're looking for." Monk Jueming leaned sideways to get out of the way, but Zheng Jili behind him said.

When the door was opened, Zheng Jili's gaze did not leave the person who opened the door for a moment, he had not met for more than ten years, things are not people, if it wasn't for the reminder he received yesterday, he would not be able to connect the person in front of him, his own friend, one is decadent and lonely, one is high-spirited, one is unnoticed, one is flamboyant and eye-catching, one is a middle-aged uncle who smells of alcohol all over his body, and the other is a dashing and dignified young man, the difference between this is too big, right?

The middle-aged man's gaze crossed Jueming and fell on Zheng Jili, and at that moment, a gleam flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, "Brother Zheng, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still have the same demeanor." ”

It's him, that's right, it's him!

Hearing this, Zheng Jili exclaimed in his heart.

Time can change a person's appearance, shape, and temperament, but that feeling is so familiar.

"Brother Tan, is it really you?!" Taking two steps forward, Zheng Jili grabbed the other party's hand and asked excitedly, tears in his eyes instantly welled up.

"Heh, who else could it be if it wasn't me?" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, with a bit of self-deprecation and loneliness in his tone, but his eyes were also moist.

"It's you, it's you, it's really you, where have you been all these years, but you want to kill me!" Squeezed the other party's hand heavily, and reached out and squeezed the other party's arm a few times, confirming that what was in front of him was a real flesh and blood body and not the product of his own confusion, Zheng Jili asked excitedly.

"Hehe, it's a long story, let's go into the house and talk slowly." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"yes, let's go inside and talk." Zheng Jili was excited but his reason was not lost, there were outsiders present, some things were inconvenient to say, although Jue Ming was a monk, far away from the world, and might not leak secrets to others, but secrets are better than one person to know.

"Thank you, Master Jueming. My brother and I may have been talking for a long time, could you please say hello to my entourage? Zheng Jili asked Monk Jueming.

"Amitabha, raise your hand, donor, please." It is convenient to be with people, so it is convenient, the monk Jueming does not have so much curiosity, recited the Buddha's name, and then left, beckoning Zheng Xing to rest with him.

Jueming monk how to greet Zheng Xing Zheng Jili didn't care, Zheng Xing was his most powerful subordinate, he didn't ask for this sentence, Zheng Xing could also take care of himself, so he followed the middle-aged man into the house.

The guest rooms in the temple are very simple, a flat wooden bed, a table of eight immortals, two long wooden benches, a white porcelain teapot, two teacups, and nothing else - most of the people who live in the temple are seeking pure hearts and few desires, away from the troubles of the world, and do not have high requirements for material life, the purpose of setting up guest rooms in the temple is mainly to facilitate the visitors who come and go, to form a good fate, making money is only an incidental benefit rather than the purpose of pursuit, of course, if the visiting pilgrim status is noble and can not endure hardship, Then there are other high-class rooms in the temple as well.

After looking at the furnishings in the house, Zheng Jili couldn't help frowning, although his friend was not born in that kind of family with brocade clothes and royal food, rich and noble, but he was also a big family with no worries about food and clothing, less than the top, more than the bottom, and never worried about things like money, such a humble residence is not as good as the place where the lowest-level subordinates of their family live, right? Living here, God knows how much his friends have suffered and how much they have suffered.

"Sit down, the inferior tea is tasteless, and it's okay to quench your thirst so-so." The middle-aged man seemed to be accustomed to life here, and he didn't care about it, so he pulled out the wooden stool and asked Zheng Jili to sit down, then picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Zheng Jili.

"Hehe, if it doesn't work, it has to work." Zheng Jili smiled - apart from tea, can there be other hospitality here? Do you imagine that when guests come to the door like home, in addition to serving fragrant tea, there will be melons, fruits, pears, peaches, dried and fresh fruits? After taking a sip, the bitter feeling suddenly filled the mouth, sure enough, it was a bad tea, and the taste was indeed not very good, but the effect of refreshing and quenching thirst was still obvious, and after swallowing a sip of water, the spirit was immediately raised.

"Hehe, if you don't want to drink tea, I still have wine to drink here." The middle-aged man smiled, leaned over and took out a large gourd from under the bed, the color of the surface of the gourd was dark red and shiny, obviously the kind that had been used for I don't know how many years.