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Chapter 4 asks for a lot

In the afternoon of the next day, we had all our equipment in order and we were out of Xining again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info81 The goal is to point directly at the Nalinggrad Grand Canyon.

I sat in the back seat, watched the scenery flying back out the window, closed my eyes and began to take a nap. The plan is that we will go back to that temple and ask for a little more information from the mouths of those monks, and then come out again.

When we got to the bottom of the more than a thousand steps, the fat man and I both looked up. They all sighed.

The fat man looked at me: "Ah Cheng, if this goes up, you fat man and I will have to lose two pounds more than two pounds." ”

I didn't look at him, I raised my feet and walked up: "I can still climb on top of it when my leg was broken last time, what are you cowardly this time." ”

Ali looked at me, then at the fat man. Finally, he tugged at the corner of his clothes. The fat man shook his head and followed.

Nothing to say all the way. Or maybe the fat man was the only one talking along the way. Most of it was said to me. It's just that my mind is full of Lan's figure, and I really don't have the energy to distract myself from what the fat man is talking about. And we've come this far, and it doesn't make much sense to say anything like going back.

The stone steps at the foot, plus the stone steps that connect to the temple, are 1,111 steps in total. November 11th, Singles' Day. It's so lucky. I smiled bitterly, and said in my heart that the people who took refuge in Buddhism really looked down on the past of Hongchen. Even building a stone staircase is so meaningful.

Standing at the entrance of the temple, I looked up at the temple gate, which had not yet been renovated. The temperature on the mountain dropped quite a bit, and the wind blew behind you, and your clothes were blowing. I shuddered and looked inside the temple gate.

That time, Lan should have stood here, watching the fat man kneeling in the snow with Sister Qing's head in his arms and crying bitterly.

The fat man obviously didn't want to recall this past, so he came up and patted me on the shoulder: "Go, go in." ”

I nodded and didn't say anything. Walked straight in.

There are guests under the linden tree. The linden tree in the courtyard is still there. Nothing has changed. It's just that there is a very young little monk in the courtyard, who is sweeping the leaves. He was about thirteen or fourteen years old, bareheaded, and wore a monk's robe.

"Yo, where's the sweeping monk?" The fat man said. "Hey, that doesn't seem like the right age, right? Damn, is it Tianshan Tong's grandmother? ”

I gave him a blank look and didn't speak. I saw him walking towards us with a broom. He stopped as he walked up to me, folded his hands and saluted me.

"Where are the guests coming from?" The little monk asked me.

"Little brother, you're new here, aren't you?" The fat man asked.

The little monk looked up at him and did not speak. Just stared at me quietly, waiting for me to reply.

"From afar." I say.

There was a hint of curiosity in the little monk's eyes: "How far is it?" ”

"Guangxi." I say.

The little monk saluted again: "Guest, please wait." As he spoke, he turned around and went in to report. As soon as I looked at it, my body reacted without thinking about it. He put his hand on his shoulder, trying to stop him. Unexpectedly, the little monk's shoulders moved forward slightly, grabbed my hand and pulled me forward.

The fat man looked at it, scolded "I'm sorry", and rushed over with an arrow step.

I stopped the fat man with a wave of my hand, and withdrew the hand from his shoulder. The heart said that the current monks still have the ability to practice martial arts, why is it so strong at such a young age.

Thinking about it, I folded my hands and bowed to his back: "Master, I have offended a lot, please forgive me." ”

The little monk had his back to me, and I couldn't see what his expression was now. Just listen to him and say, "Is there anything else the guest wants to ask?" ”

I straightened up, thought for a moment, and asked him, "Master, I've been here before." What about the people before this temple? ”

The little monk still turned his back to me and didn't turn around, and said lightly: "Master, they have already traveled west." ”

Journey to the West means to be dead. However, this is a more tactful statement.

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart said no, right? I haven't seen you for a long time, why isn't it there? The little monk saw that there was no sound from his uncle behind him, so he walked straight forward. I looked at his back and tried to stop him several times, but I couldn't help it.

Standing in the courtyard and waiting for a while, a monk who was about the same age as the little monk just now came out. I was stunned again, and my heart said I, why are I still a child?

The little monk took the monk behind me and took me to the front of me, and then went to continue sweeping his leaves.

The monk in front of me saluted me again: "Guest, it's polite." Poor Monk Dharma Wisdom

Misunderstand? I was stunned, and my heart said that it couldn't really be a misunderstanding, right? But I heard him continue: "Come with me first." ”

When I returned to the familiar room, I saw that the furnishings had not changed. The room was also cleaned and there was not a trace of dust. Looks like someone cleans it regularly.

Putting down the things on my body, I looked at Monk Wuhui, and now he was already standing outside the door. It looks like he's waiting for me to get out.

After following out, Wu Hui stopped at the gate of the temple gate and looked at the snow-capped mountain in the distance. Ask me, "Guest, do you want to ask about that snowy mountain?" ”

I looked down at him, but his face had a lightness that a child of his age had never seen before. It always feels like a weathered old man standing on the edge of a cliff, facing the wind and snow in front of him alone.

I nodded and bowed to him, "Yes." Ask the master for guidance. ”

I know the way this kind of conversation is a lot like making a movie. But in this situation, I still couldn't help but say it.

"If you have any questions, just ask." Wu Hui said.

I nodded: "Master, what exactly was born back then?" ”

"Raw things." Wu Hui repeated, as if remembering. After a while, he said, "The female guest carried the male guest who was particularly badly injured here. But the man had already gone by the time he arrived. ”

I stepped forward: "What I want to know is, what exactly did they give birth to before?" Why didn't she dare to go up to the top of the burial platform again? ”

Wu Hui looked at the heavenly burial platform in the distance, and her face showed a sense of vicissitudes that could not have occurred at this age: "Life or death, there are days. The friendship between the female guest and the male guest is just that he can't let go. After saying that, he turned to look at me: "After carrying the male guest to the burial platform, the female guest has returned. ”

When I heard this, I hurriedly asked, "What did she do when she came back?" ”

She knelt in front of the Buddha statue and begged for a lot.

(Two thousand words for another chapter later) (To be continued.) )