I looked at the child curiously, his eyes were unusually determined, and he was not pretentious. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I hesitated for a moment, then gave a few words to my mantle, took the child's hand, and walked quickly to the outside of the temple.

On the way, I shook the cold little hand in my hand, couldn't help but tighten, and asked, "Who are some of the people in your family?"

The child replied cheerfully, "No one."

"Oh? No one?"

As expected.

The child nodded, "Well, I have no mother since I was a child, and three years ago, my father was gone, and I was left alone." ”

My heart seemed to be slammed into a sledgehammer, and it shrunk into a ball, and my hand tightened a little.

"And what do you live on?"

"I'm an adult, and I can work to support myself. Usually whoever has a job, I will go to help. ”

"Oh? Is there so much work in the village that you need to help with?"

"Yes. The people in our village are fine, but I know that they are afraid of hurting my self-esteem, so they deliberately find some work for me to do as much as I can, so that I can eat and not starve to death. ”

Zhang Ling'er sucked the snot that flowed across the line, wiped it with her sleeve, and a white and shiny hard-shelled mustache appeared on her face.

"The patriarch is very good to me, and the patriarch has given me a lot of work. Every year, the patriarch would ask me to make me a new set of clothes to wear for the festival, and he would let me go to his house to eat and live. ”

I caught a glimpse of his serious appearance with my peripheral vision, and said in my heart, this is still a child who knows gratitude.

Don't say, don't look at this kid who looks skinny, but his body is still good, and he does run very fast as he said.

However, the mountain road is already difficult to walk, and at this time it is snowy, and it is even deeper and shallower to walk, which is much more difficult than usual.

This Zhang Ling'er is so young, just up the mountain and down the mountain, can he afford it? I'm a little worried.

It didn't take long to walk, and as expected, Zhang Ling'er, who was still jumping and talking and laughing at the beginning, stopped moving.

I turned my head to look and saw him blushing, staring down at his feet, white breath coming out of his mouth with rapid breathing.

Ha, I was so tired that I couldn't speak, and I could only concentrate on walking.

I looked up and saw that I hadn't even reached the halfway point of the mountain, how could this work, at this speed, the people in the place would have long since disappeared. He squatted down, waved his hand and said, "Come up."

Zhang Ling'er didn't react, and asked stupidly, "Huh?"

I amusefully repeated, "Come up." ”

He never expected me to be like this, pulling at the placket of his clothes with both hands, a little at a loss.

"How can this work? You are the abbot, how can I let you carry it. ”

I was angry and laughed: "If you want to see your patriarch for the last time, hurry up."

"Huh? Oh. ”

This time he reacted, climbed on my back, and put his arms around my neck.

I said, "Close your eyes." And he galloped away.

The mountain wind was whistling in his ears, cold and biting, but a few drops of hot moisture fell on his neck.

This stinky boy actually cried, probably how many years has he not been carried by anyone, right?

Over the years, my ability to control my body has become stronger and stronger, and the distance of teleportation has become farther and farther, and going up and down the mountain is like playing for me.

Fifty less than fifty kung fu has already reached the bottom of the mountain.

The village is in front of you.

I put Zhang Ling'er down, saw that the child was still closed, and said, "Open your eyes."

I watched him slowly open his eyes, and then instantly glared at the boss, and opened his mouth to scream, but I covered him.

"Don't shout! It's a secret and can't be told to anyone. ”

I stared into his frightened eyes until I saw him nodding before I lowered my hand.

"Abbot, are you an immortal?"

As soon as he was freed from his mouth, the child couldn't wait to lower his voice and ask.

"What do you say?"

I didn't answer him directly, and I didn't know what I was. What is a demon, what is a monster, and what is a fairy?

It's also all cultivation, why should it be divided into three, six, nine and so on, the gods will be admired, and the monsters will be shouted and beaten by everyone? Who said that what the gods do must be all good things, and what the monsters do must be all bad things? I felt bitter in my heart, and I felt that it was unfair.

Zhang Ling'er stretched out her tongue, licked her chapped upper lip, and said seriously: "I think you are a god."

I laughed, "You think it is, that is." ”

"But everyone wants to be a god and envy it, why don't you want everyone to know?"

"People, there is always a natural sense of rejection of people who are different, and the rafters that come out are easy to become the target of public criticism. Therefore, it is better to be a man and be a low-key one. ”

Zhang Ling'er flickered her eyes and thought for a while, looked up at me and said, "Abbot, don't worry, whether you are an immortal or not, I won't say it."

I smiled and clenched his hand, "Okay, I trust you." ”

Zhang Ling'er was actually a little embarrassed, and scratched her head with her other hand.

Without further ado, we went straight to the patriarch's house.

Before I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw someone looking out of the village with his sleeves up, and he hurriedly greeted the two of us.

I know this person, it's that Zhang Qi.

He made a gesture of invitation and let me go to the village, "Oh, Master Abbot, you can be regarded as here, everyone is waiting for you, please." ”

I didn't speak, but strode towards the village, and soon arrived at the patriarch's house.

At this time, the grass hut of the patriarch's house was already full of people, and there was a bonfire burning in the courtyard, and a shaman was beating a drum and dancing the great god.

When they saw me coming, they hurriedly let me into the house.

When I went in, I saw that the patriarch was parked on a large gate in the middle of the house, and even his shroud was put on, and he was wrapped in a thick quilt.

I hurriedly walked a few steps to the front, and someone had already brought me a chair to sit down.

When the patriarch saw me coming, he took out his thin hand from the quilt and stretched it out to me. I quickly grasped it, my heart was sour, and the tears almost fell.

It's only been a few days, and the patriarch has lost his appearance and lost weight to a handful of bones, and anyone who sees it will be stunned.

"Little Master, I'm afraid I'm going to die...... There is no one in the village who can succeed him...... If you don't dislike it...... You will be our new patriarch. ”

"Patriarch, this is unacceptable, I am not from your village. The patriarch, the patriarch, of course, has to be a member of the clan, right?"

When the patriarch heard my refusal, he became a little anxious and became out of breath.

I hurriedly comforted: "Don't worry, even if you are gone, I will protect the people in the village." You think, with such a big monastery built on the mountain, and so many monks to eat, you say, where can I go?"

When the patriarch heard this, his expression softened slightly, and he held my hand and refused to let it go, and said angrily, "Then you have to talk and count." ”

I put my hands around his hands and made a promise: "Don't worry, as long as the people in the village need me, I won't leave."

The patriarch nodded, let go of his hand with confidence, exhaled his last breath with peace of mind, and closed his eyes.

I watched the anger on his face dissipate little by little, and his soul fluttered and wrapped around his head.

I stared at the ten tiny balls of light that shimmered, and a trace of sadness welled up in my heart, and I blurted out the death spell, even if it was a ride for an old friend.

The tiny balls of light scattered into tiny dots of light in my chant, dimming little by little until they were gone.