Seeing that there was no carriage and it was getting dark, the three of us had to walk towards the county seat on foot. The wound on our back is getting more and more painful, and it seems that the venom has not been cleaned up, so it has been corroding our flesh and skin. But this forest is at least twenty kilometers away from the county, and we can't walk for a while, and we are all hungry and wounded, and we are about to lose it.

After walking for about an hour, we walked three or four kilometers at the speed of the three of us, and it was already dark, and it was estimated that it would be the second half of the night when we walked to the county. At this time, Shirley Yang pointed ahead and said, "Look, there is a temple there, and there are lights. Why don't we go there for the night and clean up the wound briefly. ”

The fat man hurriedly echoed: "Chief of Staff Yang is right, I can't stand the pain anymore, and I'm so hungry that I can't leave, let's go to the temple to rest first." Naturally, I didn't have any opinions, so the three of them walked towards the temple.

Walk to the temple and take a closer look, the temple is not big, it seems to be very old, there is a plaque hanging above the temple door, and there are three big characters on the book "Dust Washing Temple". I saw the name of this temple interestingly, and said: "Generally, monks pay attention to birth, have no distractions, and pursue the realm of illusion and illusion. The name of this temple sounds like it is very popular, and it has the feeling of cleansing the dust of the world. Could it be that this temple is still in charge of the good and evil of the people and social order? ”

Shirley Yang thought for a while and said: "Probably the earliest abbot in this temple was originally a hot-blooded man, who became a monk because of some unavoidable reasons. The fat man applauded next to him and said: "Commander Hu and Chief of Staff Yang are really compassionate and caring for the people of the world, and they can still take time to discuss the issue of birth and accession to the WTO at this critical moment." Such a magnanimity is truly worthy of me waiting to look at my soul in the middle of the night, to find the gap between me and the two. But I think that at this moment, the biggest gap between me and the two is the injured Cheng Dù. With that, he turned around and asked Shirley Young and me to look at his wounds.

The fat man was indeed much more injured than the two of us, and almost all of his red flesh was exposed from his back to his legs, and his clothes and pants were also corroded, revealing half of his big white ass and trembling. Shirley Young turned around to show us his ass when he saw the fat man's meat, blushed, bowed his head and walked up the steps to knock on the door. After a while, a little novice opened the door, poked out half of his head, and when he saw a woman standing at the door, he quickly lowered his head and recited "Amitabha".

Shirley Yang also folded his hands and said to Xiao Shami: "Don't be surprised, little master, we are from the Beijing Institute of Social Sciences, and we went to the woods to investigate the landform in the afternoon, but we were unexpectedly injured by a man-eating tree in the forest, and now there is no car back to the county, so I want to stay here tonight and let us clean up the wounds." Please also ask the little master to pass it on to us. Xiao Shami looked Shirley Yang up and down a few times, and finally hesitantly entered the house to spread the word.

Just when the fat man was about to scold impatiently, an old monk came out of the temple, about seventy years old, although he was old, he was in good spirits, his eyebrows were hanging down at the corners of his eyes, and he looked very kind. The old monk folded his hands and bowed, and said with a smile: "I am the abbot of this temple, please come in." I heard that the three were injured, and I asked them to go to the temple to treat their wounds and have some fasting food. "As soon as the fat man heard that there was a meal and wanted to go in without saying a word, he was grabbed by me. I also folded my hands and bowed, and said, "Abbot Shiran, the three of us really have no choice but to bother late at night, thank you for taking it in." There is also a female benefactor here, please forgive me. ”

The relieved abbot smiled slightly and said: "Why should the donor be stubborn, the monks are compassionate, and it is a spiritual responsibility to save the dead and help the wounded, not to mention just providing a tile to cover the female benefactor." When I heard the abbot say this, I was relieved, and I took the fat man and Shirley Yang into the temple quickly.

As soon as the fat man entered the temple, he shouted that he was hungry and wanted to eat, so the little novice took us to the dining hall to eat. The hall is very dilapidated and short, and it seems that it can accommodate more than a dozen people, so it seems that this is a small temple. After a while, the little novice brought the noodles and the black steamed buns, and the three of us were so hungry that we ate them without saying a word. The fat man ate his share by dividing it by two, and said to me secretly while the little novice was not paying attention: "This temple is too poor, and there are a few green onions floating in the noodles, and there is not even a shadow of some shiitake mushroom leaves." It's not good to live in the temple, you can only eat a vegetarian, but the fat man, I was injured and bleeding today, and I need to eat some meat to make up for it. After speaking, I took advantage of my inattention to stretch out my sinful black hand to the steamed bun that I hadn't finished eating, and was hit back by me with chopsticks: "Eat quickly, you, some are good to eat, if you don't think the taste is enough, eat a little fat from your legs to satisfy your hunger." ”

After the three of us finished eating, we hurried to the arranged room to treat the wounds. Shirley Young was placed in a small room on the east side of the courtyard, and Fat Man and I were placed in the southwest corner room of the courtyard. When the abbot heard that we were injured by the alder tree, he specially sent the homemade ointment from the temple and said to us: "The two donors are really auspicious people with their own natural appearance, and no one has entered this forest since the old man came to this monk's house. This is a homemade ointment in the temple, a very old recipe, no one has used it for a long time after it has been prepared, the two donors should deal with the wound quickly. In addition, I had some for the female benefactor. The old man took his leave. ”

I hurriedly said, "May I ask Master, how long have you been in Shanhaiguan?" ”

"Lao Wei was born here, and he is seventy and six years old this year." The abbot replied slowly.

"Then have you ever heard of the Infinite Mountain?" I asked.

"Infinite Mountain? No, never heard of it. I wonder what the donor is asking about this immeasurable mountain? The abbot looked dazed, obviously not lying. It's okay, we've heard some legends about Mount Wuliang before we came here, so I'll ask you if you're curious. It seems that the legend is not credible, haha. "When I saw that the abbot didn't know, I didn't ask any more questions, after all, it's good to keep this kind of thing quiet.

After the abbot left, the fat man and I hurriedly gave each other medicine, this medicine is really peculiar, after rubbing it, a cool feeling replaced the previous burning pain, and I immediately felt much better. My stomach was no longer hungry, my wound was no longer painful, and the feeling of exhaustion came up, and it wasn't long before the fat man and I fell asleep.

I ate too little dried noodles and too much soup at night, and I was woken up by urine in the middle of the night after filling it with water. I got up to go to the toilet and found that the fat man sleeping next to me was gone. In this ruined temple in the wilderness, the fat man and a big living person were gone, and I suddenly fell asleep, put on my clothes and went to knock on Shirley Yang's door. Shirley Yang, who has always slept very lightly, heard me knock on the door and immediately asked vigilantly, "Who is it?" ”