Evening.

Evening in the capital.

In fact, when the honest monk sent Sikong Xingxing, it was already this hour.

He ran fast, as if he didn't have the slightest sluggishness caused by his bloated body, his steps were fast, he was more anxious, and he looked behind him from time to time, for fear that someone would follow, and he was even more afraid that Lu Xiaofeng would follow.

"Run for what?"

But as he ran, a voice came out of thin air beside him, which really startled him.

The honest monk looked back, only to see the pedestrians who were originally passing by around him, and suddenly all turned their heads to look at him, looked at him directly, and asked a word in their mouths.

But the men soon seemed to be stunned again, and then they were at a loss, as if they had forgotten what they had just said, and walked away.

The honest monk repented of his bowels this time, he only felt that he should not eat meat, no, he should not say that he should not go out of the temple, let alone break the vows, this must be the punishment of the Buddha, otherwise, there would be no current thing.

He looked around, and saw a cyan figure sitting in a half-hidden door on the side of the road, drinking tea and soup and eating snacks slowly, quietly like a ghost.

The guy on the side was holding something with empty eyes, then looked at the honest monk, and said blankly, "Aren't you coming in?" ”

The honest monk had already hurried in.

There was only one person sitting in the huge store, no, there was still him.

"Sent over?"

The man in Tsing Yi asked softly.

The honest monk sat on the side and muttered the word "um", but he didn't dare to look up, let alone look at the other party, because the person in front of him had taken off the mask, you must know that a person who likes to wear a mask mostly doesn't like others to see his face, as if he is hiding some ulterior secret, and on the rivers and lakes, I don't know how many people have died because they know the secrets of others.

"It's okay, sooner or later they'll find out who I am, don't you want to know!"

The man in Tsing Yi smiled.

Only then did the honest monk dare to raise his head and look at the other party, and he was stunned at this look.

The person in front of him has shown his true face.

If he had to find a word to describe it in his heart, the word "Bodhisattva" really came up in his mind.

Isn't a male and female appearance a bodhisattva?

But at a glance, he hurriedly lowered his head again.

"The monk wants to go back to the temple!"

He whispered, like a child who had done something wrong.

"You are also one of the four great monks in the world, how can you be so bold? Not to mention ......"

The person in Tsing Yi was naturally Su Qing, he raised his eyes, and the tears under the corners of his eyes were like a little cinnabar, flickering in the sunset.

"It's better to follow me than to follow some people to make it stronger, the world's monks meditate day and night, all want to see the true Buddha side but can't get it, but now the real Buddha is in front of you, but you have to run!"

When the honest monk heard this, his expression was silent, his eyes were closed, his eyelids kept trembling, as if he had encountered something difficult to figure out, and after a long time, he folded his hands, opened his eyes, and muttered: "Life is impermanent, human nature is uncertain, the world knows everything, and it is graceful!" ”

"Haha, what is positive? What is evil? Monk you also ventilate the month? ”

Su Qing said with a smile.

The honest monk no longer spoke, but ate what was in front of him.

……

The sun is setting, and the lights are on.

The liveliness of the capital at night is no weaker than that of the day, especially in some of the wind and dust of the fence and tile, a sultry dressed woman, showing her snow shoulders, stretching her graceful waist, trembling in the autumn wind to pick up guests; There are thousands of difficulties in the world, but this skin and flesh money is the most difficult, the woman's appearance is easy to age, full of calculations, and it is only a few years of prosperity, the spring and autumn cold and summer are passing in a blink of an eye, and a body of skin and flesh can be worth a few dollars.

"Great monk, come here!"

Listening to the bewildering voice on the street, the honest monk really wanted to run at the moment, his face was red with shame, his chin was buried and his head was lowered, and the whole person looked at his toes shyly, walking step by step.

He walked on the ground, and there were people on the cornices and arches on the side of the street, Su Qing; The night was dark, and who could see that on the eaves of the green tiles, there were people strolling.

In fact, since eating, they have been going back and forth in this market seven or eight times, the honest monk didn't ask, Su Qing didn't say, the two just walked.

But suddenly.

"Alas, I've finally found it!"

Su Qing's voice came from beside him.

The honest monk subconsciously looked up, and saw that before he knew it, the two had arrived at a secluded alley, and the people outside were drunk, but there was a black light inside, but fortunately there was still a lamp.

The lamp was hung, and under the lamp was a small stall, in front of which there were three tables and four or five wooden stools, which had been used for a long time, and the table top was covered with a layer of greasy oil, mottled and ugly, dirty; In addition, there are a few soup bowls on it, as well as ravines and ravines, but anyone who is smart will be able to guess that these must be the traces left after the sword chopping.

In front of the stall, an old woman in cloth with white hair was bent over, bent over, hunched over, holding a soup spoon in her hand, standing on a low stool and stirring in the soup pot.

She was too old, her clothes were covered with patches, her loose face was full of stacked wrinkles, the teeth in her mouth seemed to be gone, her eyes were cloudy, and her gray hair was messy in the wind, which made people sigh to see, and I don't know whose old man, who was so old or eighty, still had to make a living outside and do this small business.

The honest monk sniffed the fragrance wafting from the stall, and then was stunned, and said, "Did the Bodhisattva invite the monk to eat here?" ”

He was a little nervous, as if he had discovered something.

When they walked back and forth, there seemed to be a drunk man who had been thrown out of the green building lying in this alley, but now, the drunk man was gone, but there was an extra stall.

Looking at the dim lights in the night, the honest monk swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Su Qing held a string of sugar gourds in his hand, bit the hawthorn, smiled and walked over.

"Do you have soup?"

The old woman lifted her face that was not a ghost but was better than a ghost, and when she lifted it, the honest monk realized that the other party's eyes were so cloudy, only one eye, and the other eye was only white, pale, pale, and there was a small black spot on it, blind.

The old face like the bark of a dead tree, coupled with this appearance, is really like an old ghost crawling out of a graveyard.

"Good!"

Su Qing sat down, and the honest monk sat down with Anfen.

The old woman seemed to see something fresh, stared at Su Qing's face a few more times, then took the bowl, served the soup, and then put it on the table of the two of them tremblingly.

The soup is milky white, with a few slices of whitish meat faintly calm, and a few green onions floating on the surface, exuding a sultry fragrance as the heat steames.

Su Qing looked at it curiously.

"What kind of meat are you?"

The old woman replied in a hoarse voice: "The mutton soup is naturally mutton!" ”

The honest monk on the side also looked at the meat in the bowl at this time and didn't say a word.

"What's your soup called?"

Su Qing asked softly, but he didn't mean to move the chopsticks.

The old woman's action of stirring the soup paused, and she seemed to see light in her eyes, and the essence was bright, but it quickly disappeared.

"Ecstasy soup!"

The honest monk's head was about to be buried under the table.

Su Qing stroked his palms and smiled, he looked at the honest monk.

"Looks like you've guessed who she is?"

The honest monk's voice is a little small.

"She's an ecstasy mother!"

Su Qing also said quietly:

"Aunt Gongsun!"