After a false alarm, I turned around and was about to walk towards the temple, but at this moment, the old voice next to me came again: "You girl, why are you disobedient?" ”

"Are you talking to me?" I heard the girl's words, and looked left and right tentatively and asked the old man.

The short old man who played chess snorted and glared at me, "Who else but you!" ”

"What do you mean by that, can't I go into the temple?" Hearing him admit that he was talking to me, I was even more curious, what does it mean to die if you take a step forward, and die worse if you stay where you are?

"You can go in, but someone can't go in!" The old man said, gesturing at me.

I looked down and saw the Buddha beads on my wrists, and knew that this short old man was talking about Xiao You.

I am worthy of being a master, and when I played chess leisurely, I could see the difference in me at a glance.

"But ......"

I know what the old man meant, I'm a normal person, so I can go here, but Xiao Yu is different, after all, it's not clean.

Buddhism is always a place with a lot of taboos!

If I had known, I should have let Xiao You and Zhong Bai wait at the foot of the Berlin Temple Mountain.

"Amitabha."

When I didn't know what I was wrong, the old monk who had been silent spoke, smiled kindly at me when he raised his head, and then said, "Don't mind. If you worship the temple by yourself, the old monk is welcome, but if you bring those things, the old monk can't do anything! ”

"That's it."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old monk, and then I saw him stand up: "That's the end of today's game of chess, this donor's matter is more important!" ”

"Phew, don't even think about it, old bald donkey, we haven't decided the winner yet, let's fight for three hundred rounds!" This word made me have to re-examine the old man in front of me.

He was wearing a linen coat, a pair of black cloth shoes under his feet, and an earthy yellow cane next to him, just like the comfortable appearance of a retired old cadre.

This picture, with the mist, sun, green, peaks, and chessboard of the temple, has a bit of the taste of fairy wind and bones, and it is alive and well as an old immortal!

However, such an artistic conception was completely ruined by that word, which can't help but remind me of the old saying, when it is really a person who cannot be seen, and the sea cannot be measured.

"Old man, don't say three hundred rounds, even if it's a thousand rounds, you can't win me, and everything has priorities, don't let this little benefactor wait for a long time!"

"It's okay!"

The old man flicked his big sleeves, and then said: "She wants to go in and worship the Buddha, only when the Buddha is bowed down by her, can she break the curse on her, come on, let's continue!" ”

He must have looked seventy or eighty years old, for his hair and beard had turned white as snow, and in stark contrast was his ruddy face.

Not only does that face look quite vigorous, but even the wrinkles are not without a single one, and under the sunlight, it exudes an enviable and healthy color.

But I was a little surprised when I heard it.

"Do you know why I'm here?" I was surprised, and suddenly felt that something was not right, this old monk and the short old man are playing chess here, wouldn't it be just to wait for me!?

The old monk folded his hands, smiled and shook his head, "The Buddha said, don't say it, don't say it." ”