Early the next morning, the rain stopped.

The road area is covered with puddles, and dew drips from the grass on the side of the road. The sky is blue, the leaves are green, one or two insects are chirping in the shallow grass, and everything seems to be so vibrant in spring.

It's a pity that there are two people in front of the temple who are not so able to fit into this environment.

Hatsu sat in the corner, Sakurako lay in her arms, and it looked like she should have fallen asleep.

The girl breathed lightly, her chest heaving slightly. She frowned, maybe she had some bad dream, and her hand kept grasping the corner of Chu's clothes, as if she was worried that she would disappear as soon as she woke up.

Chu didn't want to wake up Sakura, so she had been in this position for a night, and she hadn't moved, but fortunately her body wouldn't be numb, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't feel the presence of my body by now.

"Squeak. ”

The door of the temple was pushed open, and the old monk walked out of the door, and he looked at the door.

I saw Hatsuwa Sakurako who was still sitting there.

Chu glanced at him.

The old monk smiled and saluted, bowed his head and picked up the lunch box he had sent yesterday on the ground.

Seeing that the green leaves that were originally wrapped in rice balls were split in half, there was some joy in his eyes, and Xiang Chu asked.

"Are you half of this rice ball from yesterday?"

Chu didn't know why the monk suddenly asked this question, and replied lightly and softly.

"Hmm. ”

"That's it. The old monk nodded, and then asked, "You are wandering, aren't you?"

He is already very old, but fortunately, time has brought him a wealth of experience in addition to his old body.

Looking at Hatsu and Sakurako's appearance, he basically guessed their situation. I think it's a wanderer passing by, and there is nowhere to settle, so I will take shelter from the rain in front of the temple hungry and cold.

"Yes. "I didn't explain much at first, she and Sakurako are indeed wanderers at the moment.

The old monk's eyes were filled with some reminiscence, and he took the lunch box and glanced at the words on the plaque in front of the temple.

He seemed to think about it for a while, his expression stretched, and he said to Chu.

"If you have nowhere to go, there are still two people in this temple to clean up, you can consider it. ”

With that, he knocked his back with his hands behind his back and walked back to the temple, but this time he didn't close the door.

Chu hesitated, gently picked up Sakurako, and walked in.

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Seishinji Temple is a small temple, and the entire temple together has only six rooms. A Buddhist hall, a meditation room, a main residence, and three guest rooms.

Counting the kitchen, small courtyard, vegetable garden and other places, it is not small, but it pales in comparison to other temples.

There is only one old monk living in this temple, who is the presiding officer here, but he is also a miscellaneous monk here.

Listen to himself, he has lived here for thirty years.

The most special thing about Qingxin Temple is that there is no Buddha statue in its Buddha hall, there is only an empty cushion, and a faint incense is burned in front of the cushion.

As a result, there were never any pilgrims in this temple, and naturally there was no incense money, and the old monk's daily meals were vegetables grown in the vegetable garden.

Hatsu and Sakurako stayed in the temple temporarily, and the old monk didn't ask them where they came from or their identities, but just let them be in charge of cleaning the temple every day.

It's not a heavy job, the temple is rarely messy, and all you have to do every day is sweep the leaves in front of the door. Instead, they get a place to stay and warm food.

It is a good place to live, quiet and livable, and will not be disturbed, and the old monk sits in the Buddhist hall and recites sutras almost all day except for taking care of the vegetable garden.

There's nothing bad about it, the only thing missing is just the smell of some fireworks.

Sakurako doesn't care where she lives, she just thinks about practicing her swordsmanship and killing her enemies with her own hands.

She had nothing but this thought, and all her belongings had been burned clean by that fire that day.

Chu naturally didn't care about where she lived, and for people like her, who were used to resting next to corpses, it was already a rare luxury to have a dry and warm room.

The next morning, Sakurako began to teach her swordsmanship.

The morning sun was warm, and the old monk got up early to make a pot of tea and sat next to the small courtyard to enjoy.

Drinking tea is perhaps the only time of the day he enjoys, and he always sits on the wooden floor with an immersed smile and the warm green tea soup in his hand, as if he were an old tree, enjoying the nectar of heaven.

In the courtyard, Hatsu and Sakurako stood together, both holding a wooden stick in their hands.

It was taken out of the firewood room at the beginning, and it was simply adjusted to make a stick about the size of a sword. The old monk didn't accuse Chu of wasting firewood, anyway, it was wasted, and the current firewood was also cut by Chu.

"Sakurako, I'll do it first, you see. "At first, I didn't call Sakurako a summoner, because Sakurako said that it would be okay for her to call her by her name directly.

At this time, Chu is demonstrating the simplest sword moves for Sakura, in fact, she doesn't know any so-called swordsmanship herself, but she is very good at using swords, and the sword is like a part of her body for her, and she can drive it at will. And the extent to which she can do this is only because of her constant use all year round.

So the way she taught Sakurako was also very simple, practicing the most basic things over and over again until she was able to master them completely.

It's a stupid idea, but if you really practice it countless times, you can also become a master of swordsmanship.

Of course, it's not that she can't teach anything at the beginning, and she can give Sakurako the most correct way to use the sword and moves, which can make Sakurako take a lot of detours.

She will show Sakurako the way, and then the road behind can only be relied on Sakura herself.

In the courtyard, Chu stood in front of Sakurako with a wooden stick, his eyes suddenly became sharp, looking ahead, the wooden stick in his hand stabbed out in an instant, driving the sound of the wind, driving the dust, and also driving the air current.

"Whew!" The wind tightened, and the wooden stick stopped straight in front of Hatsu's body, and after a sword stab, the wind brought out by the sword gently blew Sakurako's hair, rolled the corners of the original clothes, and the dust on the ground slowly fell.

This sword has slowed down as much as possible, in order to let Sakurako see clearly, otherwise with her full stabbing attack, I am afraid that the air flow around this area will not stop.

Even so, Sakurako was still frightened by Hatsu's sword, and that day she had seen her father and the swordsman's swordsmanship, far less fast than Hatsu and far less sharp than Hatsu.

It would be easy to let Hatsu help himself get revenge.

But soon Sakurako abandoned this idea and clenched the stick in her hand, she wanted to take revenge with her own hands.

The old monk who was sitting on the edge of the courtyard drinking tea also looked at Chu in surprise, he had also seen several swordsmen in his life, but with Chu's sword alone, it was enough to surpass everyone he had seen. Even if he doesn't know much about swordsmanship, he can still see that Chu is extraordinary.

Who would have thought that a wanderer who came to hide from the rain on a rainy day would have such swordsmanship.

The old monk smiled helplessly, but didn't say anything, silently lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

The Buddha said not to be alarmed or disturbed.

Well, today's tea is also very good.

Sakurako began to practice imitating Hatsu's movements, she had never learned swordsmanship, and it was always awkward at first. But she worked hard, even to the point of being too hard.

From morning to noon, and then into the evening, she barely stopped to rest.

When the old monk came out of the Buddhist hall after reciting the scriptures, Sakurako was still stabbing sword after sword in the courtyard.

Her wrists were red and swollen, the sword she was holding was trembling slightly, and her palms were worn out, but she didn't stop.

Chu sat in the courtyard on the side, watched quietly, and did not stop.

Maybe in her opinion, swordsmanship should be practiced like this. After all, when she practiced swordsmanship, if she made a mistake, she would die.