It is said that the black bear rolled halfway up the mountain, and one of the people who didn't pay attention and fell into a big rock.

With a thud, he stopped. At this time, the black bear was already in a daze and couldn't walk, but when he thought of chasing two people behind him, the black bear couldn't care about anything else, and his heart was horizontal, and he endured the vomit that was about to squirt out of his mouth, and ran towards the forest.

"Shameless beast, you stop me! Come back with me! Inherit my mantle! The Taoist priest behind drove the flying sword and chased all the way, and at this time he was gray and smoky: "I'll tell you!" Today, you should be a Taoist priest! Cub, don't let me catch you! Otherwise, if you go back, you will be my personal disciple!! ”

"Old and immortal! If you kind of you're catching up with me! The black bear squirted out the vomit in his mouth and said indistinctly:

"I don't want to be a Taoist! I don't have a girlfriend yet! It's too much of a loss to become a monk now!! I just thought that I would eat and drink in the temple for a few days, how could I put you two ghost things on the stall! ”

As he spoke, the black bear tripped again, and happened to be going downhill again. So it was a classic reproduction again, and another huge black ball rolled downward.

The old Taoist priest was chasing the flying sword behind and was almost out of gas, so in order to avoid walking back to the mountain after a while, he simply carried the flying sword back on his back and ran down.

"You come back to me! Is there some misunderstanding of our profession! We don't know what we want! Drink wine and eat meat! Look at beautiful girls, perm hair, it's okay! ”

Although the shouting was loud enough, the black bear was dizzy along the way, and he didn't react for a while to what the old Taoist priest said.

The Taoist priests in the back chased hard, and the old monks in the back were no exception. He didn't have arrows to travel, and he relied on his own legs to run such a long way.

In fact, he also wanted to roll, but helplessly, this old monk was a bald head, he was afraid of his head, if he really rolled down from this dense step, his cerebellum, which was not very flexible, was estimated to be completely scrapped.

The old monk was chasing after him and panting, and at first he still had the strength to scold, but in the end he didn't even want to move.

It stands to reason that the black bear is gone, which is a good thing, and there is no need for him to chase it anymore.

However, the old monk just felt that he couldn't swallow this breath. Not to mention that he still has a little pain now, just saying what the black bear said, he has to beat this thing.

If the Dharma is not preached well, can it be his fault? Today's young people, if they weren't too vigorous one by one, he would not really be in Meiqian Temple to the point where he has no money today.

Now that we've said that, it's time to start the familiar memories again.

If you want to talk about this Meiqian Temple and this old monk, you really need to introduce it. After all, this story is much more interesting than the experience of the black bear.

The old monk grew up with his master in Meiqian Temple since he was a child. Therefore, his affection for this temple is not ordinarily deep, and the reason why he still stays here is because this is where he has lived since he was a child.

In fact, many years ago, Meiqian Temple was still a place where incense was very prosperous. At that time, this mountain was still a tourist attraction, and there were many tourists back and forth, and the incense in this temple naturally never stopped.

At that time, he was not an old monk, and he was very young. Year after year of reading the Bible, sprinkling and sweeping, the days are peaceful.

But how can people live in the world so smoothly? At the age of 17, the master died. Before leaving, he left the temple to himself, and specially instructed him to be the abbot.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take over the pick, and after taking care of the master's funeral, he began to fulfill his obligations seriously. At that time, there were many people practicing Buddhism in the temple, and there were some lay disciples among them, and of course more of them were upright Buddhists.

Although he has no experience in seventeen or eighteen, he is still a very responsible host, and he is responsible for all the things up and down in the temple. The entire temple all expressed their admiration for this young man.

But then, then everything changed. Due to the reform of the demon alliance policy above, this scenic spot has been banned for a long time. The tourists in the temple are gone, and the lay disciples who study the Dharma are basically gone.

Many regular disciples could not endure such a hard life and left one after another. In the end, he and Uncle Shi were the only ones left.

Uncle Xiao is a devout believer in Buddhism. He never thought about leaving. Although he was only a mortal, his spirit was already comparable to that of a god.

But later, because the water source in the mountains was polluted by an unknown factory, Uncle Xiao accidentally drank the water from the river, and as a result, he became ill. In less than three years, he died. The old monk will never forget how those skinny hands were lifted and how he was instructed to revitalize the temple.

The monk still remembers what Uncle Xiao looked like when he drove the crane west. It was an autumn evening. Because they couldn't afford to pay the electricity bill, they lit kerosene lamps that night. The dim light hit the two people, the little uncle was lying on the couch, and the old monk moved a round stool to sit next to him.

At that time, Uncle Xiao was already thin and out of shape, so weak that he couldn't even open his eyes.

"Meiqian Temple, it will definitely get better again." Uncle Xiao took his hand, and his chapped lips squeezed out a sound one by one. Despite the tragedy, hope could still be heard in his hoarse voice.

"Everybody's going to be back, you're going to wait for everyone to come back, you know?"

"Yes." The monk clutched his scrawny hands tightly, tears falling uncontrollably.

Those who depend on each other for their lives are going to leave like this. The monk still remembers the first time he saw his uncle, when he was still a teenager under 20 years old. The two of them are of the same age, and they are said to be uncles and nephews, but it is better to say that they have become brothers over the years.

He clutched his hands as if the tighter he gripped them, the longer the man would live.

But on the way to the Western Heaven Elysium, Uncle Xiao took a step ahead of him after all. The eyes were closed and never opened again.

That year, Uncle Xiao had just turned 35.

It was from that year that the monk learned to drink. It was from that year that he began to grow old completely.

The monk began to learn to adapt to the boundless solitude, and time passed day by day, spring went to summer and came again, and the fallen leaves and snow covered the temple again and again. The mountains turned from blue-gray to white, and then to blue-gray.

After a long time, he gradually stopped turning the scriptures in the temple. There is no other reason than that the books have been rotten over the years. The room full of books, he was almost memorizing.