The next day

The sun is full of light, and the entire Admiralty Temple is shrouded in light and mist, which is magnificent.

A remote courtyard in the temple, the ground is full of eating birds.

The little monk dozed off and peeked at the closed door of the meditation room as he swept the floor.

When he came this morning, he bumped into the door of the offshore brother, and when the abbot allowed him to enter, it took two teas to make it, and the two of them did not come out.

He held a broom and whistled the broken leaves on the ground, and his little feet couldn't help but approach the meditation room.

I can't complain that he is curious, there are more and more distinguished guests in the temple in the past two days, which makes all the monks nervous.

I don't think anything big will happen.

The fallen leaves gathered into a small golden ball on the ground, and the little monk threw down his broom and hid under the window lightly.

The morning pearls on the bamboo leaves fell on his shoulders in the wind, and he didn't pay attention to it, and there was a conversation in the house.

"Offshore, do you remember what the teacher said?" Wuyou said softly.

The disciple wrote it down, but it was just ...... The disciple was not worried about the safety of the master. Who knows if they're here to find clues or to take you away, you ......"

"Why do you think the teacher insisted on leaving this painting?" There was a subtle smile in Wuyou's sigh.

"You said that you are familiar with the scene in this painting, but you can't remember it for a while, so Qi Daren left the painting with confidence and said that you can think about it slowly."

Wuyou said: "Amitabha." ”

After a short silence, he suddenly said in a loud voice: "Could it be that you have long guessed that after Lord Qi descends the mountain, someone will visit the Admiralty Temple at night, just to see the contents of this painting?" ”

After the words, there was the sound of turning things over, and it took a moment to hear the sound of reassurance.

"Thank goodness the painting is still there, Master! Amitabha, fortunately, the painting was not lost, otherwise how would you explain to Lord Qi. ”

Wuyou chuckled and didn't say much.

"Master, since you know that they are working on the idea of painting, they will attack the Admiralty Temple, and even attack you, why do you want to set yourself on fire, why don't we return the painting to Lord Qi, can this matter not be done?"

The little monk was stunned when he heard it, what painting, what thief, who wants to fight the idea of the Admiralty Temple?

How confused.

Curiosity tended his ears closer, frowning and listening.

Abbot Wuyou pondered for a while and said, "I kept the painting just to wait for them to steal it." ”

"Master, why are you doing this?"

"Amitabha, only in this way can we keep the secret of the year and save the life of Lord Qi."

"The disciple is stupid."

"Alas, there is another story from the old days." Wuyou took a long breath and spoke in a deep voice.

"After the young lady of your family married a big official, the two of them were in love, and the firstborn gave birth to a daughter, which was a happy event, but who expected that the youngest daughter's life was as thin as paper, and she died of illness at the age of two."

"Miss Guijia fell ill with this, and she couldn't sleep well for many years, and sometimes had nightmares. Until the official was critically ill and dying, he told her another painful secret. ”

"Master, what is it that you have to die to say?"

"Hehe, you listen to the teacher. The magistrate told her that your daughter did not die of illness, but that he had sent her to a far away place. The young lady cried and begged him to tell her daughter whereabouts, but the official did not say anything more until he closed his eyes. ”

"Just this boundless empty sentence planted a seed in the young lady's heart, and it became a heart disease for a long time."

"Her daughter is not dead, she is happy; But she never knows where her daughter is, and she is worried. ”

Offshore wondered: "The disciple doesn't understand. Isn't this daughter born to a big official and a young lady from your family, so why is this big official willing to send his daughter away, and he doesn't tell the whereabouts of this young lady, how can there be such a ruthless father in the world? ”

yes, why. The little monk hiding outside the window thought the same thing.

Both of them waited for the abbot to explain the reason, but the abbot only sighed lightly.

"You go out first."

“…… Yes, the disciple retreated. ”

Eavesdropping on the little monk's words, he hurriedly tiptoed away, picked up a broom and pretended to collect the fallen leaves on the ground.

When the shore walked in front of him, the little monk immediately said respectfully: "Hello, senior brother." ”

Offshore lowered his eyes and looked at the evidence on the ground, and said inexplicably: "What you hear with your ears can't be said with your mouth after all." ”

The broom snapped to the ground, scattering the fallen leaves, and the little monk hung his head weakly.

"I, I know it's wrong."

"Well, it's good to know your mistakes, punish you for copying the Heart Sutra fifty times, and calm your mind."

"Yes." The little monk bowed with his hands together.

Offshore retracted his eyes and walked away.

……

In the afternoon, the sun sets in the west.

This small island, which stands under the mountain wall and faces the lake, is more and more secluded.

In the yard

Ying Zhichu held an axe and chopped wood for a while.

The chopped firewood was neatly stacked at her feet, and she raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and gasped for breath.

Then the breeze in the bamboo forest blew, and a white-clothed figure fell in front of her.

She raised her axe and slashed at the wood, and said, "Little beggar, where did you just run?" You just came here and don't know the way, if you run into the mountains and are taken by the big bad wolf, I don't care about you, hey, what are you doing? ”

The little beggar snatched the axe from her hand, threw it on the ground, and then dragged it over the woman's hand.

Ying Zhichu was slightly stunned, wanting to get rid of the shackles of the teenager, but her strength was no match for her.

I could only blink helplessly and asked, "What kind of temper are you playing, my sister still has to chop wood." ”

The little beggar shook her head and took her hand harder and harder until the girl frowned in pain.

"Little beggar, let me go."

"Nope." The boy only spit out one word, then picked up the woman and walked towards the bamboo forest.

"Hey, where are you taking me?" Ying Zhichu glanced at the firewood behind him, and could only passively follow the boy into the bamboo forest.

I thought he was like usual, catching a rabbit, a little bird or something, tied up and hung up to play.

Unexpectedly, the young man took her directly to the back mountain.

"Little beggar, do you want to go to the mountains to play? Well, my sister promised you, will you go again tomorrow, it's dark, and my sister still has to cook for you, didn't you just shout that you were hungry? Ying Zhichu said patiently.

The little beggar listened, nodded, and then shook his head.

The girl was about to ask him, but he dragged her up the hill without saying anything.

The sky became darker and darker, and the figures of the two shuttled among the long weeds, until a black hole appeared in front of them, and the little beggar let go of the woman's hand.

Ying Zhichu couldn't care about the pain in his hands, and took two steps forward in confusion, "Could this be the entrance to the cave?" ”

She's been here for a few days, but she's never been here.

After walking dozens of steps, he couldn't help but cover his nose, and looked back at the young man in surprise, and the little beggar also covered his nose.

"You smell it, don't you?" Ying Zhichu asked.

The little beggar covered his nose and nodded hurriedly.

The girl Xiumei couldn't help frowning, and the closer she got to the entrance of the cave, the more she smelled a pungent smell.

It's like the stench of corpses, and it's like a thick smell of blood.

Mixed with the quiet atmosphere around you, your steps become heavier and heavier.

When the cold wind blows, it is even more terrifying.

The little beggar stepped forward and took the woman's hand again.

Ying Zhichu's face was hesitant, and his heart suddenly warmed.

"Good little beggar, I'm not afraid."

The boy just shook his head, clenching tighter.

"Then let's go in and have a look, shall we?" Ying Zhichu pinched the silver needle between his hands and said softly.

"Okay."

The two of them brushed away the weeds at the entrance of the cave and walked along the mountain wall, heading inward.

The more you come in, the more the thick and complex smell comes to your nose.

Ying Zhichu simply didn't hide her nose, only listened to the movement carefully, and didn't pause and bow her head until something knocked over under her feet.

Looking through the faint light outside the cave, you can vaguely see the gray water chestnut.

This is actually a skull.

The little beggar dragged her back two steps, Ying Zhichu's eyes condensed slightly, patted the young man's arm, and comforted: "Don't be afraid, it's not a puppy, it won't bite." ”

The little beggar nodded in a trembling voice.

Ying Zhichu pulled him towards the cave, the hand holding the silver needle clenched harder and harder, and there was a hint of coldness between his eyebrows.

Her guess, she hoped, was wrong.