Hongshi smiled and drank a glass of wine: "The world is so big, there are no surprises. ”

"Hahaha, exactly, exactly." The old monk didn't care about these anymore, just drank with him.

The two of them were full of wine and food, and they didn't even ask each other's names, so they separated.

One still goes back to be his bookkeeper, and the other still travels all over the world and is his wandering monk.

It's just that the monk walked away, and then he hummed softly: "Since ancient times, emperors have a fixed number, but the sky is unpredictable, the hidden dragon should have come out of the abyss, but there is a golden phoenix to cut its way." Master, master, you have this hexagram in the end. ”

After seven or eight years of work, Mr. Hiroshi's bookkeeper finally got tired of it.

I have watched the scenery of West Lake for seven or eight years, and it is finally enough.

So one day, he left everything again and left the West Lake.

At this time, he was already close to the sixtieth birthday, and he still looked smiling, and his eyebrows and eyes were getting wider and wider.

It makes people look like a kind and wise old man.

There are several famous temples outside the city of Hangzhou, but Hongshi chose a small place called the Brick Temple.

In the entire temple, there were only about 20 people.

He wants to vote, and the host welcomes it.

When his gray hair was shaved off, Hiroshi didn't feel sad, and he didn't even feel any change.

Wearing monk's robes and holding a wooden fish in his hand, he was at peace in his heart.

Only he asked for it, and the Dharma name was called the Four Hours.

The host did not refuse, and since then, there has been less Hong Siye in the world, and there are more four-hour monks outside the party.

Get up early to do morning classes, and then talk to the younger brothers who are younger than him.

Grow vegetables in the backyard or collect firewood in the mountains. Simple and boring days are not sad for the monks of the four o'clock.

The cycle is not terrible, and every day when he picks up the wooden fish and recites the scriptures, his heart is extremely peaceful.

I don't know how many years have passed. The little monk who had just entered the temple excitedly told him that when the emperor's royal car arrived at the big temple a few miles away, the monk suddenly stopped turning the rosary at four o'clock.

Your Majesty......

How far away.

Yes, his fifth brother has been the emperor for many years.

"Uncle Shi, what's wrong with you?" The little monk's eyes blinked innocently.

Uncle Shi is the most interesting person in the temple, and when we work together, Uncle Shi always tells a lot of outside stories.

Uncle Shi has a good temper, and the little monk is mischievous, and he will not blame him.

"It's nothing, I just thought, what does the emperor look like? Uncle Shi was curious. The monk smiled faintly.

"Hey, it's a pity I can't see it." The little monk hung his head.

"If you can't see it, it's gone, go ahead." At four o'clock, the monk waved his hand.

The little monk naturally doesn't care, if he can't see it, won't he disappear?

At four o'clock the monk stood up and went out of the house and out of the courtyard.

The brick temple is small, and it is not on the top of the mountain, he can't see it, and he doesn't plan to see it.

Just sit outside and watch the mountain in silence.

There was no sadness, and there was no particular emotion. I just suddenly remembered everything when I was a child.

In his long life, the things when he was a child were actually the shortest.

It has been decades since I left the capital as a teenager.

It's been too long, so long that I can't remember it, I can't think clearly.

From the radiant prince to the old monk who is kind and kind, most of his life has passed.

What is there to be reluctant to, and what is there to regret?

The past has long since passed in the past. It's just that he is at this moment, and he just wants to simply recall when he was a child.

But he found that although he would not forget his origins, he would not forget who he was when he was a child. But after a long few decades, he can't recall much.

That glorious childhood, it will not make him more memorable than the original Shunshui Village, nor will it make him more happy than the things in Shu.

When I was a child, it was the same as it was later.

The prince, the master, the bookkeeper, the shopkeeper, the monk, are all the same. It's all him.

Then at four o'clock, the monk smiled and got up, and returned to the courtyard.

Today's chanting is not over yet.

The monk of the four o'clock later became the presiding officer of this brick temple.

At that time, he was already very old, and the older he was, the more people looked at charity.

In the end, he was so old that his beard was all white, his eyelids were a little drooping, and his face had spots given by the years. His hands withered.

However, he was in excellent spirits, and he wore a smile that made people feel comfortable looking at him all day long.

Oh no, it's not hanging, it's that he is.

At this time, even he himself almost didn't remember that he had been a prince in the past.

It's just that sometimes, he's suddenly sluggish.

You can see that it's because people are getting old, so sometimes they suddenly forget everything.

It can also be seen that when he faced certain situations, he suddenly remembered the past.

Anyway, when he saw the lotus flower, he would tell his disciples that I was the bookkeeper in the restaurant by the West Lake.

When I saw something rare, I would tell my disciples that the scenery in Shu was excellent back then.

Or sometimes I don't see anything, and I will tell my disciples that I was a master in a water village.

But he never said that I was a prince in the palace back then.

It's just that sometimes, I'll be in a daze for a while.

After a short while, he continued to laugh and talk to his disciples.

The new disciples all liked this kind teacher. They often surrounded him and told him stories about the past.

Although he was old enough to repeat what he had said, or he fell asleep while talking.

But the little disciples still like it.

The brick temple has always been a very small temple. Then it gradually dissipated into the dust.

However, some people still remember that there was a very good old monk in their small temple.

He lived to be a hundred years old. He's wonderful.

One day, will you not be able to remember the old monk who has always been very good, never gets angry, and sat in the first rain of spring and passed away.

But isn't that true of most people in the world?

When the monk chanted the sutra for the last time, he was actually not able to chant the sutra well, and he often read it in the front and forgot it later.

But he still chanted seriously.

When the rain fell, he was in a daze for a long time, put the beads away, and sat facing the window.

The rain in spring was not heavy, and the monk didn't have much to think about at four o'clock.

He's too old.

It's just that he suddenly remembered a rain in his mind, and the young man who splashed ink was in high spirits.

"Like...... That year's sake was exceptionally delicious. ”

At four o'clock, when the monk closed his eyes, he said this.

In fact, he was so old that he couldn't remember that the high-spirited teenager was his former self.

Well, he doesn't regret it. just kindly left this world.

The former right and wrong, grace and sin have long since dissipated into the dust.

There is no fourth son of the emperor in the world, there is no fourth son of Hong, there is no fourth master, and there is no monk of the fourth season.

It's as if he never appeared.