For many days to come, Luobei fell into a complete loneliness.

In the darkness, his eyes were empty and his heartbeat was counted, but he was no longer as crazy as that day, just sat alone, like an old monk who had seen through everything in the world.

The back in the darkness is also becoming more and more lonely.

Sometimes the sunlight shines through the holes in the top of the cave and into the formation.

Sometimes there is moonshine as well.

Rakubei could hear the wind blowing outside and the swaying trees.

Birds fluttering in the morning, cicadas chirping in the afternoon, frogs in the evening.

Calm down, as if everything is clearer than before.

In these days, the voice that had not appeared, and even the voice that had become extremely familiar to Luo Bei did not sound again, as if it had suddenly disappeared.

Luo Bei could sense that some subtle changes had taken place in his body, not only in strength, but also in every part of his body, as if there was a fire that could burn at any time.

When he punched the stone wall, it seemed that he was not the only one who punched, but more like a thousand people together, and he even felt that if there was not a mysterious formation laid by the Xuanqing Divine Monk in this cave, he could smash all the mountains and rocks with one punch.

Slowly, Luo Beihui regained his calm, and there were still in his ears the screams of hundreds of thousands of people who seemed to come from the blood-stained dusk thousands of years ago, which kept him awake at first, but gradually, everything was more like a stone sinking into the sea, and it would never make much waves.

Luo Bei was also speculating why the old monk, whose voice was already very familiar, didn't appear again, and he remembered the other party's increasingly serious cough, maybe ......

If it was in the past, he might feel sad because of this, because even if he was brought into this formation, he might not be able to go out again for the rest of his life, but from the conversations of these days, he knew that the old monk had no ill will towards him, but at this moment, he felt as if he had no sorrow or joy.

There is no joy or sorrow, is this what the monks say that the mind is like stopping water?

In fact, for a teenager, this is not only a tragedy, but also a tragedy.

At that age, shouldn't you stay in front of your parents' knees and be pampered, fate seems to be too cruel for Luobei.

If Luo Zhongqian and Bai Xiaoru knew their son's current situation, how would they feel distressed?

......

The little monk Shifang was walking idly in the backyard, and a gust of wind blew, as if he could blow away his young body if he was a little older.

These days, at just over three years old, he suddenly seems to have something on his mind.

He hadn't seen Master for a few days since he had been in retreat again since the last time he had been out of the customs, and although Master had been in retreat often in the past, this time it seemed to be a little different, so he could vaguely sense a dull atmosphere in the silent monastery, casting a thin haze over the silent monastery.

So, he looked very worried.

The immature face was full of sorrow, and he walked around alone in the night breeze.

Unconsciously walked to the front of the meditation room where Luo Bei and Kill lived, and at this moment Kill was sitting on the threshold, holding his chin in his hand, looking at the sky in a daze.

When he looked at Killing, Killing also looked at him.

Shi Fang lowered his head slightly, looking at his toes, as soon as he saw him, he immediately became interested, and grinned: "Hey, little monk, come here!"

Shifang raised his head, not meaning to refuse, but seemed to hesitate

In the end, do you want to go over or not.

Seeing that he didn't come over, Kill jumped up from the ground, ran to him in two or three steps, quickly reached out and touched the little bald head, and immediately said happily: "I'm bored, you're here, do you think it's a chance?"

Shi Fang was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes full of aura and looked at Killing, the sadness on his little face did not dissipate because of the teasing of Killing, he shook his head.

said: "You are bored because you are bored yourself, and I didn't come to make you not boring, so this is at most a coincidence, not a chance!"

Killing was stunned, he really didn't expect Shifang to be able to say such words at such an age, which made him a little unsure of how to understand it for a while.

He touched his bald head with some embarrassment, nodding his head from time to time.

"Who the hell did you little guy learn from, it's really not like you're only three years old!"

Shifang pursed his lips and said, "I'm three and a half years old!"

"Oh, they're three and a half years old, I really didn't expect it!" Killsalive laughed amused.

Shifang saw that he was smiling happily, and the sorrow in his heart seemed to have gone a lot, so he also laughed.

Both of them sat down at the threshold, and Killsan asked, "I think you seem to have something on your mind? What's wrong?"

Shifang let out a long sigh, and his ears immediately drooped again, and said, "I'm worried about my master, although my senior brother doesn't tell me what happened, but I always feel that my master's health is getting worse and worse......"

"Oh, you're talking about the old monk who was reciting scriptures alone in the Mahavira Hall one day?"

Shifang nodded seriously and said, "That's my master!"

Killing Sheng pouted and said, "I saw his back that day and thought of my master, I don't know how the old guy is now, in fact, I often worry about him, but ...... The old guy said that when people die, they go to heaven or hell, and when monks die, they all go to the Western Elysium to see the Buddha, and that doesn't seem to be bad, it's better than chanting sutras in front of a pile of stones all day long!"

Shifang looked at the killing in surprise, his remarks can be described as rare in the world.

"You say we can see the Buddha when we die?"

Killing shrugged his shoulders, rolled his eyes, and laughed again, as if trying to avoid the question, but finally couldn't help but say, "I don't really understand what the Buddha is?"

Shifang folded his hands slightly, silent.

Killing didn't want to get any answer from the little monk, his eyes rolled, and he said, "Do you know where the person who came with me is now?"

Shifang raised his head to look at him, and in his dark eyes was the purest color in the world.

"You mean Luobei?"

"No, who else could he have! I haven't seen anyone else for so many days, can't it be that I was abducted and sold by your master and brother?" said Kill Sheng with a smile.

Shifang didn't take his words as a joke, but shook his head seriously and said, "No, he's in that mountain!" After speaking, he raised his finger and pointed to the mountain peak behind the temple.

Killing looked in the direction he had guided, and the mountain peaks in the dark night had turned into darkness, making it impossible to see through at a glance.

"Can you take me to meet him? I'd love to know how he's doing?"

......

At a loss, there is only one line between heaven and earth.

Everything comes into being and dies, and here it seems to be insignificant, because there is nothing but stone

The walls are dark, and even the occasional glimmer of light can only illuminate half a foot of the ground.

Luo Bei still sat there lonely, and he hadn't moved for a long time, like an old monk who had settled down.

At this time, there seemed to be a glimmer of light on the surface of the blue and black stone wall, and then I saw a little monk slowly appearing, with a small bald head, a round face, and bright eyes like stars.

As soon as Shifang appeared, he glanced everywhere, like a thief who entered the forbidden land without permission.

He saw that Luo Bei's back was motionless, so he relieved himself and slowly stepped in, the formation on the stone wall did not stop him, but when he walked in completely, the stone wall was still so intact and did not leave a trace.

Luo Bei also felt the person walking behind him, and he didn't need to look back to know that the person who came was the little monk.

Shifang's pace was very light, and in the faint moonlight, there was a light in his bright eyes, approaching Luobei in the dimness, and he stopped unhurriedly, as if thinking about something.

Pursing his lips, Shifang stretched out a small hand, gently put it on Luo Bei's shoulder, and said, "Do you also feel bored?"

"That friend of yours is worried about you, but he can't come in, so let me come and see you, and if you're bored, I can play with you for a while!"

Luo Bei naturally knew that "that friend" must be the killing outside, and he hadn't seen himself for many days, so I'm afraid that even the purest of the killings would be worried.

Luo Bei turned his head slowly, there was no joy or anger between his eyebrows, just looked at the little monk lightly.

Underneath that childish countenance was a clear separation from worldly good and evil, and he suddenly found himself as if he had fallen into a clear stream.

"What are you going to play with me?" Luo Bei asked.

Shifang laughed and said without thinking: "Of course it's marbles, what else can it be?"

Seeing that Luo Bei smiled without saying a word, he took out a bag of things from his cuffs, obviously "coming prepared"

Shifang opened the small paper bag, and what appeared in his small palm was a round thing the size of a fingernail, black and autumnal, like the color of earth, round and round.

Shifang handed his hand to Luo Bei and asked him to take one out of it, Luo Bei pinched it in his hand, very light but also very hard.

He knew at a glance that it was made of clay, but now it was completely hard and would not be easily crushed without force.

Shifang also took out one from it, and then smiled at Luo Bei in the blink of an eye, and then staggered to the stone wall, only to see him left and right in front of the stone wall, as if he was doing something hard, but he was completely blocked, Luo Bei couldn't see it, he didn't ask Luo Bei for help, and Luo Bei naturally didn't go over.

After a while, Shifang turned around and ran back, he pointed to the stone wall, and said to Luobei: "Look, I dug a small hole there, let's just stand here, throw marbles into the hole, whoever throws more into it, even if he wins!"

There wasn't much light in the cave, and even if a few rays of moonlight were sprinkled overhead, they couldn't shine on the stone wall at all, so Luo Bei looked in the direction Shifang pointed out, and couldn't see any small holes at all.

Shifang may also feel Luobei's thoughts, so he pulled him over, Luobei looked, sure enough, there was a small black hole, but still couldn't see how deep, and it was only a hole slightly larger than the nail cover, he looked back, roughly estimated, the location of the marbles was at least ten steps away from here.

So, this game is not easy.

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