The atmosphere in the room was a little strange, the sunlight was shining on the floor through the wind-blown window screen, Su Mo sat on the sofa in the center, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Esther never understood the meaning of the atmosphere, and lazily curled up in Su Mo's arms and fell asleep. Elquit stared at Aoko with an inexplicable look, and Aoko, who was stared at, .......

"Uh-huh!!"

Tied to the couch on the other side with a rope, he couldn't move.

"Elquit, let go of me!"

Oh yes, the person who tied her up was Elquit, because when Qingzi said that she wanted to have a child with Su Mo, she happened to surface with a huge imperial ribbon fish.

Although their relationship is very good, it is true that hearing this kind of news suddenly means that Aoko wants to sneak away - although this girl has never realized that she has been sleeping in Su Mo's arms almost every day since she left Gensokyo.......

"Aoko, you're in danger right now."

Elquit did not hide his vigilance in the slightest.

As for Su Mo, he continued to drink slowly with the teacup, his eyes did not squint, his expression was serious, and he felt that he was going to drink this cup of tea to the ground.

That's the Shura field, I'm lucky now that I'm completely Erquit has completely focused on Qingzi, and I'll die if I speak out rashly, and the wisest choice now is to keep a low profile and try to minimize my sense of existence.

"Isn't that a normal thing? I'm almost 20 years old and an adult! ”

Qingzi raised her chin and spoke righteously.

"Isn't that still an adult?"

Elkui nodded: "I remember that in Japan, twenty years old is considered an adult. ”

"Am I almost there? And we're going to get married at sixteen! ”

"Having a baby is not something you little girls who are not yet adults should be concerned about."

Elquette suddenly realized something, got up from the sofa and proudly walked towards Aoko: "This is something that a mature big sister should be responsible for. ”

Be reasonable, at your mental age, if you say it, you may let others twist Su Mo directly to the police station, don't make a mess.

"What kind of big sister are you!"

"You're a hundred times older than me!" .......

“......”

Su Mo picked up the little Lori, who was estimated to be the most old in terms of age, retreated silently, and then ran through the window.

That's the wisest thing to do, and it's not fun to wait for them to react and point the finger at themselves. Su Mo said that he never understood why those male protagonists couldn't think of escaping in advance when they fell into the Shura field, could they really be so dull that they couldn't have a sense of foreboding in advance?

Someone who was complacent didn't notice at all that when he rolled out the window, the two girls behind him looked at each other and looked at each other with a weird smile.

...............................

The old monk is very old, he doesn't talk much, he eats two meals a day, and he will sit in the Buddhist hall for the rest of his time. I didn't see him knock on the round and smooth wooden fish, and I didn't see him hit the clock a few times - but he didn't know if it was a whim or whatever, and he didn't hit the clock very hard a few times.

He didn't have any communication with the old monk when he lived here, the other party just nodded in agreement, and he nodded his head to express his gratitude. The old monk would never call him when he ate, nor would he prepare a happy portion, and he didn't care. After all, living here for free is something that has been earned.

The two people did not communicate much every day, and the monk repeated the life of getting up early, eating, chanting, carrying water, chanting, eating, chanting and then going to bed every day. Joy and worry is to do whatever he wants to do in his mood except for the thunderous bell every morning, just like one evening when he releases a snow-white bird, and then punches off the blockage that may come from the will of the world.

Even though his internal injuries have not healed because of that incident, it doesn't matter.

The old monk is dying.

This was something he knew very well when he first walked into this small temple in the mountains, which was very strange but also seemed to be nothing strange, because this monk was very old, and several old age spots on his face were getting darker and darker.

And in the early hours of this morning, after he struck the bell, he knew that this old man was going to die today.

He sat on the edge of the bed.

The bed in the temple was simple, a large stone that had been cut flat and covered with regular bedding. The old monk was lying on it, and there was no brilliance in his cloudy eyes, which could no longer be opened.

"Ah, it's a pity that your little temple has no one to inherit."

Le Wuwu shrugged, this was the first thing he said to the old monk when he lived in this temple.

The monk didn't have the strength to speak, but there seemed to be a smile on his face.

"Is it okay? I don't care anyway. ”

He looked at the somewhat dim room, thought for a moment, got up and raised his hand to push open the wooden paper window on the side, and the morning light and the slightly cool morning breeze came in together. The room suddenly brightened up.

"Any last wishes?"

Although it was a little ridiculous, the current situation made him vaguely remember how he got along with his wife nearly a thousand years ago. She was a woman who did not like to talk much, delicate and delicate, and they were so badly wounded that even the Lord of the Flowers of the Four Seasons, who controlled the life force, sat at the bedside from dusk until the early morning of the next day.

Then when the window was opened and the room became clear, his wife closed her eyes serenely.

The old monk also closed his eyes.

He thought about it for a while, stood in front of the monk, and his expression became calm.

A soft Buddha light lit up behind him, and the furrow-like wrinkles on the old monk's face seemed to fade a little.

The last piece of yellow paper burned out and turned into black soot that drifted into the sky with the last heat wave, and under the trees swaying in the wind was a small bulging bag of dirt, on which grass had not yet grown, and the soil was very fresh. There is a stone monument in front of which not a single word is written, and this is a new tomb.

Le Wuwu sat lazily in front of the grave, ignoring the fact that there were still a lot of fine slag scattered underneath, his shoulders drooping slightly, and a half-lit cigarette in his right hand.

"I haven't even asked you what your name is."

Taking a deep breath, half of the cigarette quickly burned out, and then he exhaled deeply, white smoke almost enveloping half of his body.

Hold the cigarette butt on the ground and extinguish it, then twist it vigorously and crush it into pieces and disappear with the wind.

From beginning to end, he only unilaterally said three words to the old monk.

"Ah, it's a pity that your little temple has no one to inherit."

"Is it okay? I don't care anyway. ”

"Any last wishes?"

Some of them are almost meaningless nonsense, and some of them don't even get answers, but they can be considered to have had a more formal exchange.

In the end, he bloomed in front of the old monk, which was a force that he had killed after coming to this world.

However, this is the first time to use it, and it is also the last time to use it.

When the old monk died, he crushed the divine core of power.

It's time for him to get out of the mountains.

A wild muntjac in the mountains screamed.