Chapter 55 There is a guest under the Bodhi tree

The fat man didn't say. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info just smiled, as if he thought of something.

I woke up the next morning. I looked at the fire on the side. Fortunately, there is still a little bit of carbon that has not been burned. I added some garbage to blow the fire on, and then went to fetch some water and came back and started cooking.

When it was done, I called the fat man up. When the fat man woke up, he rubbed his eyes and looked at me, and then at the breakfast that had already come out of the smell. He limped to the river to wash his face, and then came back to wait for the meal to be served.

After eating and resting for a while, I began to pack my things and prepare to set off for the place Lan said.

The fat man looked at me and asked me if I had really made up my mind.

I nodded, and said that men, I always want to live differently from others. Don't persuade me.

The fat man nodded silently and did not speak. But after going through this series of events, the fat man told me what he was thinking at that time. That's the road, and there are a lot of people who want to walk into. But it will be difficult for those who walk in to get out.

On the way to Kunlun Mountain, I still didn't give up and asked about the relationship between the fat man and Sister Qing. The fat man still shook his head and didn't say anything. But from the expression on his face after hearing the word Sister Qing, I can more or less guess something.

This kind of autumn weather is actually very cool. Especially people like us who wear short sleeves but are constantly walking. This feeling of cool breeze blowing in the face makes people feel the urge to lie down on the ground and sleep.

The fat man's injury is actually not very serious. In addition, he himself said that he would be more or less injured when he used to fight. So something like a broken bone, it's basically okay the next day. But even so, I read a hint of pain in the fat man's expression.

Got to the bottom of the mountain. The fat man looked up for the marker that Lan had told him, and then began to revise our route against it.

I won't say much about the way up the mountain. Anyway, we were only wearing T-shirts, and we almost froze to death after going up a few hundred meters. In addition, the legs and feet of the fat man are inconvenient, and the speed of our movement is even slower and slower. When you go up a little further, you'll be fucking angry.

When I got up the mountain, I saw that there was a stone staircase that stretched out to the top of the mountain. I almost fell to my knees.

The fat man almost went crazy when he saw the stone steps. With such a long stone staircase, there should be thousands of fucking steps. If this is to climb up one level at a time, let alone the fat man, my own retreat should be broken.

"Why don't you have a cable car here?" The fat man craned his neck and looked at it.

"It's not a scenic spot, where does the cable car come from?" I rolled my eyes and said, "There's only one temple up there." This may be a test of the sincerity of the people who enter the temple. ”

The fat man said "yo", "Yo, I didn't think you knew a lot." Then do you want to bow three times and bow nine times? ”

I scolded and fucked you, and I wanted to go up with the fat man in my arms. But after thinking about it, I feel that it's all here, and it doesn't seem polite to scold people at the feet of the Buddha. He folded his hands and bowed to the temple. The heart said Buddha, I didn't go to your mother just now, I went to the fat man's ******. Don't get me wrong. I shouldn't have cursed, but I'm afraid that your old man will misunderstand, so I'll explain. No wonder, no wonder.

He said a little bit in his mouth, and then began to carry the fat man up.

These thousands of steps are definitely not so easy to walk. During this time, I took four or five breaks with the fat man. And the main thing is that I carry the fat man up, and I am so tired. And the two of us are lame, a combination of holdings, like people who came to worship the Buddha and ask for medicine.

When you go up the last stone staircase, there is a door in front of you. That's right, it's a door. Unadorned wooden doors.

The fat man and I stood in the doorway dumbfounded, glancing at each other. The fat man asked me: "Fat man, I thought this temple was so splendid, dare to be so broken." ”

"Well, you can't say that." I said, "It's possible that when you were building those stone steps below, these people accidentally ran out of budget." So it's a little more rudimentary on that. ”

Hearing us speak, a monk came out of the temple. Yes, it's a monk.

I looked at the fat man again, and immediately understood that the fat man also had the same doubts as me.

According to my understanding of the snow-capped mountains, the temples on it should be inhabited by lamas like those in Tibet, not monks. Of course, Taoist temples may be even more unreliable.

The monk was about forty years old. He came out of the door and looked at us, folded his hands, and bowed respectfully. Then he made a gesture inviting us in.

The fat man squeezed his eyes at me, meaning that there would be no fraud. If we get in and the machine guns and cannons are all aimed at us, then we won't die.

I winked at the fat man, meaning you've watched too many fucking Hong Kong movies.

Seeing that we were still stunned and not moving, the monk walked a few steps forward to us. He bowed again with his hands folded, and said in Mandarin that was not very fluent: "Two guests, please come in." ”

I was a little surprised. The surprise was not that he could speak Mandarin, but that he didn't show that kind of surprise or curiosity at our presence. Instead, it was a "I knew you were coming." "Could it be that Lan told him beforehand? Well, it's possible. Otherwise, with the geographical location of this temple, there must be very few people coming. Some people may not even know that a temple was built on it.

"Let's go." I looked at the fat man.

The fat man was still immersed in that kind of gunfight movie that was full of gunfire and did not come back to his senses. After being called by me, he blurted out: "You go first, I'll cover." ”

The monk was stunned by the fat man's words, and subconsciously looked behind us.

"Hey, what's that. My friend is sometimes not normal. I laughed. As I spoke, I nodded my head and signaled that the fat man had a problem with his brain and didn't need to pay attention to it.

The monk nodded, and made the gesture of inviting in again.

I dragged the fat man into the courtyard of the temple. I found that the inside is actually quite wide. There is a tree planted in the middle of the temple that I don't know what it is. Now the temperature is too low, and the leaves have long since fallen off. The bare trunk of the tree was left standing there.

When the monk noticed that I was looking at the tree, he stopped and explained to me, "The name of this tree is Bodhi. It was planted when a guest came here decades ago. ”

My first reaction was whether this guest in the monk's mouth would be Lan. But after thinking about it, it doesn't feel right. Lan was no more than twenty-three or four. How could it be possible to plant such a linden tree here decades ago? But the monk's next sentence made me stunned.

"This is the second time since that guest that guest has arrived." (To be continued.) )