After waiting for a long time, no one came up to call for the battle, and Hong Ye had no choice but to leave boringly when he saw this situation.

When he walked, he was full of energy, and the tired and weak appearance before was really pretended, and the team members who did not step forward to continue the challenge were happy.

It doesn't matter if you lose your wrists, the key is to see the constipation of people like Lei Jue and Zhang Zhengnan who lost their appetite after eating the immature podocarpus seeds, and panicked!

After Hong Ye left the pavilion, he hesitated among the paths between the halls that few people passed, and he always felt a little bored in his heart, which was a rare situation in his nearly twenty years of life.

Today is October 22, 2497, frost has fallen, and it is also his twentieth birthday. The master told him that he would be able to learn the truth after the age of twenty and stay as he pleased, but now that the time was up, Hong Ye, who thought he had been prepared, felt panicked for no reason.

Maybe it's the imminent parting, the longing for a new life? Perhaps the fear of an unknown future that we will face? Or maybe it's a reluctance to say goodbye to the old life? Hong Ye felt that it was not quite right.

Maybe he didn't subconsciously see his life experience as indifferent as he thought - although he didn't know why, but judging from his master's attitude, it seemed that this life experience could change the decision that Hong Ye had already made in his eyes.

It is also for this reason that Hong Ye is bored enough to wrestle with the members of the law enforcement team. This is both a vent of stress and an empty mind and a shift in focus.

"I don't know what the little girl is doing now, she must be in a hurry if she can't get through to me......" sighed slightly, looking down through the cracks in the treetops of the green tung trees on the mountain neck, everything was so hazy under the sunset.

The law enforcement team is here, even if Hong Ye has the right not to explain the matter of the emergency contact desk, he can no longer use the nose computer to get in touch with Mingji of Fuhu Temple under the mountain.

Today is his birthday, and Mingji is definitely going to send his blessings. But although the two of them are concerned about the world, they are in a quiet place in the end, and they will not overstep the precepts too much, Hongye will not run down the mountain when he is in the mountain, and Mingji will not come up, even if it is the so-called birthday.

The monk who is really a monk is only a birthday, and today in the temple is no different from the past, and Hong Ye has no expectations for this.

However, in the end, his time at school was more than the sum of his time in the monastery, and he was always a little different from these real monks, and this day was still very special for him. What's more, once he reaches the truly special age of twenty, it is the moment when he expresses his determination with the monastery head-on.

Hong Ye had never thought of staying here to receive full ordination and become a real monk, but the attitude of his master, Venerable Shanren, and Mingji's master, Master Miaoyu, who was almost certain that they would eventually stay, made Hong Ye feel more and more uneasy as the deadline approached.

Closing his eyes and taking two deep breaths of the cold evening air, Hong Ye slowly moved his somewhat heavy legs and walked in the direction of the abbot's courtyard.

Since he is already twenty years old today, there is no need to wait, he can't wait.

……

The abbot's pavilion, the innermost part of the abbot's house, is the abbot's residence, and the internal space is only one zhang square. This zhang sees the square, the Buddha hall occupies a small half, and there is a futon under the Buddha hall, and there is nothing else. No beds, no bedding, no tables, chairs, benches, nothing.

However, this does not mean that the abbot Zen Nhin neither sleeps nor changes clothes, but he also has a room in the monastery where the monks live, and he occasionally goes there to recuperate.

However, it is true that he meditates and sleeps most of the time on weekdays, and does not need a bed, and the clothes and robes on his body are made of nano-scale-free fabric, which will not be contaminated with dust and dirt, and sometimes he sits in this abbot's pavilion for several days.

At this moment, Hong Ye was kneeling on the floor behind Shanren, there was no second futon in the Abbot's Pavilion, and the slightest coldness was crawling up to Hong Ye's body through the fabric on his knees. Seon-in was still in a state of calm with his eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up from being disturbed.

Nearly an hour later, it was completely dark outside. Shanren's shoulders moved slightly, and he woke up from his meditation, and his breathing changed from shallow to deep. He opened his eyes, finished a set of prayers, and stood up only to find that there was a Hong Ye kneeling behind him.

Hong Ye knelt for so long and his knees hurt a little, but because he was in good health, he hadn't become numb yet, and when he saw Shanren get up, he also stood up. He knelt there for an hour, neither in his meditation nor in his mind, but in his mind he was completely adjusted to the point of nearness.

"Hong Ye, what's the matter?" Shanren waved his hand to Hong Ye and sat back on the futon, while Hong Ye sat down cross-legged on the floor below the hall as instructed. The space here is too small, and Hong Ye is a head taller than Shanren, so he is really tired of standing and talking.

Hong Ye pursed his lips and went straight in: "Master, tell me, it's time." ”

Shanren naturally twisted his hand with the rosary for a slight pause, and then began to count them one by one again.

Hong Ye didn't say anything to tell him, but Shanren immediately understood what he meant, obviously Shanren was also very concerned about this matter, and knew that today was the deadline for making an appointment with Hong Ye.

But when it came to the end, Rao was a great monk and a strong character, and Shanren, who had already seen through the red dust, was still a little hesitant. He twisted the rosary in his hand, hoping to gain some enlightenment.

But after he didn't count a few, he stopped again, rubbing his thumb over a rosary, and finally simply removed the entire rosary from his wrist.

He seemed to want to hang the rosary on the Buddha hall, raised his arm, and finally put it down again, handing the rosary to Hong Ye.

Hong Ye took the rosary, felt the residual temperature on it, and didn't think about the meaning of Master's move, just quietly waited for Shanren's answer.

There were no electric lights installed in the Abbot's Pavilion, and there were no fluorescent bricks transported by the law enforcement team after the power was cut off, but a dim butter lamp was lit as usual. The oil of the butter lamp is produced by pure oil-making microorganisms, and the bio-factory is located in the jungle of the living room at the bottom of the mountain.

The lamp oil is almost smokeless when burning, and at the same time, there is a faint scent of sandalwood filling the entire abbot's pavilion, and the two monks in the abbot's pavilion, an old man and a young monk, sit silently opposite each other, and the whole space is so silent that even the sound of breathing is only vague.

"Smack~"

I don't know when, the lamp oil has bottomed out. A little moisture was adsorbed to the wick, making a crackling sound, and Hong Ye's breath briefly flickered, and then he took in more air than before.

"Alas!" Shanren sighed faintly, slowly raised his head, and looked into Hong Ye's eyes: "Hong Ye, do you remember why you shaved in the first place?" ”

Why shaving? Hong Ye was slightly distracted.

Although he grew up in Huazang Monastery for as long as he can remember, he was ordained before he was about to turn 6 and prepare for compulsory basic education. In other words, although he was directly adopted by Shanren since he was a child, rather than being sent by a layman under the mountain, he was not trained as a little monk in Huazang Temple at the beginning.

He opened his mouth and replied, "Of course, Master said that my hair should not be seen by outsiders, so it must be shaved off. ”

Seon-in asked again, "Then do you remember what your hair looks like?" ”

Hearing this question, Hong Ye hesitated. At the age of six, he remembered for a long time, but some things were easy to forget if he didn't care about them, and he wasn't sure what the truth was: "I think I dyed my hair?" At that time, many senior brothers and uncles said that......"

Hong Ye guessed that maybe someone had dyed his hair at that time, and the master was afraid that he would be laughed at, so he shaved his head, but it didn't seem to make sense for him to keep his bald head and be a monk on this ground?

Shanren shook his head and pointed to a lacquered wooden box in the deepest part of the Buddhist hall: "Take it out, open it and take a look." ”