The sun and the moon rotated, spring and autumn alternated, and three years passed in an instant.

As time passed, my mother and sister's emaciated, withered, and sickly bodies gradually recovered.

The expression is no longer sad and numb, and the smile on her face has increased, and even her autistic sister can now say a few words in front of familiar people.

The days are getting better and better day by day, and Mu Kangping's enthusiasm is getting more and more, and in a blink of an eye, it is the winter of the year.

The winter in Xianghai City is cold day by day, fortunately, the preparation is quite sufficient, the gatehouses on both sides of the gate, dry firewood and dry branches are neatly piled up in the two rooms, although the rice grain is not much, but it can barely wrap the stomach, compared to the previous days has been better to the sky.

The day before the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the temperature plummeted, and the goose-feather-like snow fell without warning, and soon spread all over the earth.

The snow covered the mountain, and a fire was lit in the room early, and it was warm, and my sister cooked the meal early.

A portion of boiled Chinese cabbage and a portion of wild coriander mixed with jerky, although simple, the family can also eat a taste together.

There was no entertainment on the mountain, my mother was in poor spirits, and my sister settled my mother and carried me to sleep early.

In the middle of the night, the whole hillside was quiet, and the empty mountain field was no longer the darkness of the past, and it was covered with snow-white snow.

In the hazy night, a black dot suddenly appeared, winding up the sheep intestine path that was faintly visible at the foot of the mountain.

When the black dot approached, he found that it was an old monk wearing a monk's hat, a robe over his shoulders, and dressed in sackcloth, carrying a wooden staff on a snow-covered mountain road.

When the old monk passed by the small courtyard, the bucktooth spider lying on the door beam suddenly rose, and a sense of oppression came from the door, stimulated, and Mu Kangping felt like water rushing to the door.

I saw the old monk stop at the gate, looking at the courtyard in a daze, his face was full of remembrance, the old monk had white eyebrows and long beard, and the skin on his face was wrinkled together like an orange peel board, looking like he was past his old age.

In Mu Kangping's perception, the vitality in the old monk's body was almost cut off, and there was not much time left, but the qi and blood were full, the muscles were tight, and the shriveled flesh contained amazing explosive power.

Just standing at random gives people a feeling of being as steady as a rock and proud as a green pine, as if what is in front of them is not an old man, but an ancient beast.

This person is dangerous!

Mu Kangping hurriedly woke up the little silver snake golden ring, controlled the bucktooth spider, quietly lurked at the door, and watched the old monk closely.

But the monk just stood at the door, his eyes misty, as if he was remembering something, as if he was remembering something.

Fortunately, the old monk only stayed for a while, then turned around and walked towards the mountain, although the pace was slow, but there was a calm and free momentum, but Mu Kangping also felt a taste of homesickness from that hesitant step.

Looking at the direction he went, it should be the deserted temple on the top of the mountain, Mu Kangping shook his head and said in his heart: "Whatever, as long as you don't come to disturb your family's hard-won peaceful life." ”

Mu Kangping stretched out his claws and let the little silver snake go back, looking at the silver snake lying lazily in the small nest next to the boiler, he was also secretly surprised in his heart, this product has changed more and more since he started taking Jing Yuan.

Not only does the physical fitness change day by day, but the torso has grown from as thin as chopsticks to as thick as a cash duck egg in just three years.

The body length is more than 3 meters, and he doesn't hibernate in winter, and he's getting smarter and smarter, and he feels like this guy is about to become a sperm.

Mu Kangping shook his head secretly, then climbed onto the door beam again, found a comfortable position to sleep, and it was still suitable for sleeping at night in winter.

However, it was not a quiet night, and after about four or five hours, in the second half of the night, the old monk staggered down the mountain again.

In just a few hours, judging from the steps, it felt as if the old monk had suddenly become a little older, and the wooden staff in his hand was gone, replaced by a worn-out tin staff.

Walking did not have the feeling of being powerful and energetic before, there was more vanity and staggering, and the whole person exuded a sad atmosphere.

Passing by the door, the old monk hesitated for a while, came to the door, raised his hand to be knocked on the door, but hesitated to let it go.

After a few times, the old monk finally gave up his intention to knock on the door, and found a fairly sheltered place under the eaves and sat down.

Early in the morning, when my sister got up, Mu Kangping kept conveying the meaning of someone outside the door in my sister's consciousness.

Through continuous efforts, I have now established a telepathy-like communication ability with my sister.

I was able to telepathically learn some of the vague meanings I was trying to express, and it was in this way that the little silver snake and the bucktooth spider slowly accepted them.

When I opened the door, although I was prepared, the snowman at the door still scared my sister.

The old monk outside the door was even more frightened in his heart, as the door slowly opened, he seemed to be locked by a beast, the hair on his body exploded instantly, the cold sweat on his back flowed uncontrollably, and a sense of danger rushed towards him.

When the old monk saw the scene inside the door, he gasped, subconsciously took a step back, and exclaimed: "Spirit snake! ”

"Hiss!"

Feeling the hostility of the old monk, the little silver snake with a golden ring, stood up half of his body, spit out a scarlet letter, and shouted at the door, with the intention of rushing out.

My sister touched the head of the snake, and while comforting the golden ring, a large number of people came out, this is a snowman, it is clearly an old man covered with snow.

The old man was about eighty or ninety years old, and the garden hat on his head was covered with a thick layer of snow, and he could no longer see the color.

The furrows on his face were frozen purple and black, crumpled together like orange peels, his long eyebrows and beard were covered with frost, and his silver-gray kaftan was covered with mud and stains, and he looked miserable.

The old man probably felt his gaffe, folded his hands together, bowed his head and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk used to be a warrior monk in the temple on the mountain, the law name is a martial idiot, there is no malice, if you are presumptuous, I hope the donor will forgive me." ”

My sister subconsciously looked at the mountain, and looked at the old monk suspiciously, perhaps sensing my sister's doubts. The old monk continued to explain: "The poor monk became obsessed with martial arts, and left the temple to visit a famous teacher when he was young.

But looking back, I found that my time was running out, and my homesickness became heavier, and the fallen leaves returned to my roots, so I turned back to China.

But this walk is nearly a century, and then back to the temple has been the vicissitudes of life, people go to the temple empty, and now there is no place to live, I hope that the donor can take in the poor monks for some time. ”

The elder sister stared at the old monk with wide eyes for a while, and did not speak, but turned sideways to make room and motioned for the old man to come in.

After the old monk folded his hands and bowed in thanks, he was about to enter the door when a sudden change protruded!