Monk Daohui was also not to be outdone, and for a while, the two of them suddenly started a war of words.

And Zhang Ling, who was standing on the wall, was relieved to see that Zhou Yi was fine, and when he saw that Daohui Monk was indeed innocent, Zhang Ling also relaxed his guard, and then jumped down and came to Zhou Yi's side.

At the same time, he and Daoming and Daojue respectively pulled Zhou Yi and Daohui monks, intending to separate the two who were like glue.

Na Cheng thought that these two people were really inseparable, and as soon as they were separated, they desperately got together, pointed to each other and began to say: "Where is this, there is a kind of you don't run, let's have another three hundred rounds." ”

The other side immediately replied: "Come on, who is afraid of whom, you are scared of me!" ”

Immediately, the two of them began to talk for a long time, so that even the monks who were practicing and meditating nearby were attracted by the quarrel between Zhou Yi and Daohui, and walked towards this side from time to time, but as soon as they saw that the host, the temple supervisor, and the crazy monk Daohui were here, they suddenly disappeared.

The two kept arguing like this, and after about a cup of tea, they heard an old voice suddenly come from the thatched house: "Daohui is quiet, Daoming and Daojue should bring them in." ”

As soon as he heard this voice, Dao Hui immediately closed his mouth obediently, and Dao Ming and Dao Jue bowed to the thatched hut with their hands folded and said, "Yes, master." ”

Then he turned his head again and said to Zhou Yi and Zhang Ling, "Two little donors, please." Then he stretched out a hand toward the thatched hut.

After Zhou Yi and Zhang Ling looked at each other and nodded, they followed Daoming, Daojue, and Daohui firmly towards the inside, while Qingfeng and Qingyun were far behind, as if they had no intention of entering the door.

When Daoming opened the door, and after Daojue, Daohui, Zhou Yi, and Zhang Ling entered the door one by one, they found that Qingfeng and Qingyun really did not enter the door, but stood at the door one left and one right, just like Zhou Yi and they saw when they first came, guarding the door.

As soon as Zhou Yi entered the house, a clay kang immediately came into view, and he saw that there seemed to be a figure on top of the clay kang, sitting on it as a whole, and the furnishings on both sides of the room were very simple, except for tables, chairs, bookcases, and no other sundries.

Suddenly, Zhou Yi found that the figure on the kang seemed to move, and then he saw a withered finger full of wrinkled skin stretched out into the light, pointed at Zhou Yi and Zhang Ling and asked, "You should be the apprentices of Zhang Daoxing and Zhang Dao, right?" ”

As soon as they heard the other party call out the name of their master, Zhang Ling and Zhou Yi immediately narrowed their eyes, intending to gather all the light in the room into their own eyes to see the faces of the figures in the dark shadows.

However, the light in the room was so poor that no matter how hard they tried, it was difficult to see the true faces of the figures in the shadows.

As soon as Zhou Yi saw that he couldn't do anything, he rubbed his dry eyes, and then put his hands together and asked, "I don't know if the master is the old monk who administered needles to Ye Yuanzheng?" ”

A harsh and hoarse voice suddenly came out of the old monk's mouth, "Amitabha, it is the poor monk." ”

As soon as Zhou Yi saw that he had found the right person, he immediately asked: "Master, I don't know how you know the name of the junior master, and how did you know that we are the descendants of the Lingbao Sect?" ”

The old monk on the other side did not reply immediately, but pondered for a while, and suddenly said happily with a little nostalgia: "Hehe, I have known Brother Zhang Dao for a long time, you don't have to call me master, the poor monk is called Zongru, you are the apprentice grandson of Brother Zhang Dao, then you can call me a master." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Yi did not refuse, but rushed to the old monk in the shadows with Zhang Ling, and bowed his hands and called respectfully, "Master." ”

Monk Zongru smiled, and then said again: "Hehe, I think the two of you must have a lot of questions in your hearts at this time, it's okay, I will answer them to you one by one." ”

After that, Monk Zongru instructed his three disciples to hold the lamps again, and this time the dark and gloomy thatched hut had a soft light.

It's just that it's okay not to turn on the light, as soon as the light is turned on, Zhou Yi was immediately frightened by the face of the monk Zongru opposite, only to see that the monk Zongru at this time was thin and skinny, the skin was close to the bones, and the blood vessels and tendons on the body were highlighted one by one at this time.

Moreover, Monk Zongru's complexion at this time was not normal yellow or white, but a strange black, and the reason why it was weird was because Zhou Yi did not open his eyes.

I can't see what has changed in Monk Zongru, but after so many years of experience, Zhou Yi can clearly feel that there is something else in Monk Zongru.

Immediately, Zhou Yi turned his gaze to Zhang Ling, hoping that Zhang Ling could provide him with useful information, who knew that Zhou Yi glanced at it, but saw Zhang Ling's rare gaffe, only to see Zhang Ling's eyes round, clenched his silver teeth, and suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at the old monk Zongru opposite and said, "It's you?" You're the guy in the picture. ”

Hearing this, Zhou Yi was puzzled, then frowned, and pulled Zhang Ling's sleeve with his hand and asked, "Senior brother, what are you talking about, what is the person in the photo?" ”

Zhang Ling immediately took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, and explained: "Senior brother, do you remember the photo of the black and white group photo that the old man has been hanging in the house and regarded as a treasure. ”

Mentioning this, Zhou Yicai slowly remembered that as his master got older and older, the things he valued gradually changed from those magic weapons to inconspicuous old objects, especially a photo of a black and white group photo hanging in the door.

At that time, Zhou Yi also specifically asked Mr. Zhang why he began to like those inconspicuous old things, and Mr. Zhang said at that time, "He didn't start to like those things, but every thing is a memory, they are not only reminding him that he has begun to grow old, but also helping him recall every precious memory." ”

When people get old, they like to remember more, and while remembering new things, they will also recall the good times of the past, and that black and white group photo is a collection of the most missed time of Mr. Zhang.

Although Zhou Yi and Zhang Ling have never heard of it for so many years, Mr. Zhang told them the story of the black-and-white group photo, but they guessed that there should be a lot of stories behind this photo every time Mr. Zhang took the photo off the wall, and he would cry when he wiped it from time to time.

Their fathers, Zhang Shoudao and Zhou Zi, should know about this, but Old Man Zhang didn't mention it, and they never asked.

And although Zhou Yi knew that there was a photo, but it was just a flash of his eyes, he just knew that the photo seemed to be a group photo of more than ten or twenty people, but he didn't care about who was in the photo, and where the old man Zhang Daoxing and Zhang stood at all.

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