The way down the mountain was from the belly of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, Luo Bei first passed by the cave where he was trapped, the inside was still very dark, and now it seemed to be unremarkable, surrounded by only brown stone walls, but he still stood there for a long time before turning around and leaving.

This downhill road is not wide, but it is still not too much of a problem to accommodate two people, but it is difficult to imagine what kind of ghost axe carved such a winding and magical road?

This is similar to a tunnel in the mountains all the way down, and in order to make it a little brighter, there is a hollow every few steps to let in as much sunlight as possible.

Therefore, although the road is rugged, it is not so difficult to walk in the north of Keluo.

By the time we descended the last step, the sunset outside had changed to moonlight.

Luo Bei lowered his head and saw a shadow in front of him slowly overlapping with his own shadow.

When he looked up, he saw a familiar face, still with a stiff back, but the difference was that the original bun had been turned into a newly shaved bald head, with several new ring scars on it.

Lichen looked at Luobei in front of him, slowly closed his hands, and the expression on his face was flat, as if he was facing only the most ordinary person in the red dust at this moment.

He smiled faintly, then slowly turned sideways, stretched out a hand, and made way for Luobei.

When Luo Bei just saw the "Fourth Uncle", he was still slightly stunned, he didn't expect that he would meet him here again, now that he thinks about it, the "Senior Uncle" that Master Ran asked Shifang to call at that time was the monk in front of him.

"Luobei donor......"

Luo Bei was just about to walk past him when he screamed.

"If you still have hatred in your heart, you can ...... the dust"

Luo Bei didn't turn around, let alone stop, but said: "Isn't that fourth uncle already dead?

Lichen couldn't help but be shocked when he heard what Luo Bei said, and when he looked back, he saw that the young man had already left, turning into a lonely back.

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At this moment, at the top of the mountain, the spring water in the Guanxin Yellow Spring gradually converged, and did not overflow for half a minute, and the muddy yellow well water slowly fell like the sunset in the west.

Out of nowhere, a strong wind blew the huge ancient tree trembling in panic, and the dense branches and leaves on the treetops were like the eyes of an old man in late autumn, and the white flowers that had just bloomed a few days ago withered overnight, and the green leaves of the tree fell suddenly.

The leaves that have not yet withered yellow fall on the surface of the water, rotate and coil for a few seconds, and fall to the bottom of the yellow spring.

Watching these changes happen until the end, the old monk still sits there, completely motionless, like a monument and stone sculpture on the top of a mountain.

Lichen stood behind the old monk, did not exclaim, just stared blankly at everything in front of him.

After a long time, he recited the Buddha's name and bowed slowly.

After Luobei went down the mountain, the first person to receive him at the bottom of the mountain was the thin monk Juexin, and then he saw Shifang and Killing.

Killing, who has always had few things on his mind, couldn't help crying happily the moment he saw Luobei, threw himself into Luobei's arms, and hugged him tightly, as if he was still afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

Luo Bei also hugged killing, and he couldn't help but feel like a different world in his heart.

It was at this moment that he deeply felt that this vulgar world was not so unbearable, at least there was a friendship like killing, not for power or profit, without conspiracy and no transaction.

Therefore, he was glad for the decision he had made, there was a long way to go, and there might still be too many difficulties, so it seemed that staying in the Xuanqing Temple might be the best and most stable choice for him, but he didn't want to end his life in the face of Green Lantern Butter like this

In the dark, there are many people and many things waiting for him to experience.

Seeing Kill Sheng and Luo Bei hugging each other, crying for a while, and laughing for a while, the little monk Shifang blinked his dark eyes, and looked up a little puzzled and asked Senior Brother Juexin: "Senior brother, do you say the two of them are crying or laughing?"

Juexin shook his head and said with a smile: "Probably half crying and half laughing!"

"Senior brother, what did you say that Master said to Luo Bei?" asked Shi Fang again.

Hearing the little junior brother mention the master, a trace of gloom flashed in Juexin's eyes, as if he thought of something, but he still said patiently to the little junior brother: "There are some big opportunities that we can't see through, although the master and his old man have never said it, but all his life of sitting meditation, it seems to be waiting for a person to appear, I don't know if I have waited for it now?

Knowing that the little junior brother couldn't understand his words, he was more like talking to himself, as the master said at the beginning, the little junior brother's mind is clean and unstained, and maybe one day he can achieve the Great Dao.

He lowered his head, looked at Shifang, touched the bald head of the little junior brother with kind eyes, and said, "Shifang, you are worried about Master again, right? Master, didn't the old man say that we are all monks, and we should see through the life and death of the world, and not think ...... it?"

Shifang pondered for a moment, then nodded seriously, indicating that he agreed with his senior brother's statement.

Juexin held the little hand of his junior brother in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the mountain peak behind the temple, his eyes were sad like never before.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking: "It's rare that I'm still persuading my junior brother, but what I can't even do myself, how can I make my junior brother, a three-year-old child, feel like water?"

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Luo Bei and Kill Sheng stayed in the temple for another day, and he didn't see the abbot again on this day, and even the dust never showed up, and the things in the temple were still handled by the senior brother Juexin.

In the temple, as if nothing had happened, it was still the morning bell and the dusk drum, and the green lamp butter accompanied by the sound of chanting.

Because it is not a special day, so there are not many people who come here to worship incense, the monks have probably long been accustomed to such days, and they even planted a small vegetable garden by themselves, and every day there are special people to take care of it, which is the main source of their meals, so they can't be careless.

Luo Bei almost forgot a big thing, that is, what Yue Fei had entrusted at the beginning, he invited Juexin to hand it over to the abbot, although now he also knew that Yue Fei let him come here most of the reason because he saw the solemnity on his body and begged the abbot to resolve it, but before leaving, he still had to finish the last thing.

In the early morning, the slight wind accompanied by the chaotic and crisp sound of birds not only did not disturb the silence in the temple, but also added a bit of dust.

Today, Luo Bei and Kill started very early, and at this time, Luo Bei was standing in front of the temple, looking at the couplet of "The organ does not show the clouds, and the mood is flawless and the moon is in the sky", and he was a little distracted.

"Flawless ...... mood"

"How can we be flawless......

At this time, there was a burst of laughter, and when he turned around, he saw that Kill and Shifang were chasing each other, laughing while chasing.

Originally, the killing age was not very old, and there has always been no obstacle in his heart, except for the occasional boring time when he thinks of Master Wu'an, which will add some troubles, other times he is more often laughing and laughing, and he doesn't hide anything at all.

Although the character of the little monk of the ten directions is different from him, his state of mind is more pure, like a blank paper that is not stained with dust.

Listening to the laughter from the two, Luo Bei's eyes lit up, and he suddenly understood that this was the "flawless mood" mentioned in this couplet, but it was a pity that he couldn't be so simple anymore.

"The two of them had such a good time!

Luo Bei turned his head and saw the tall and thin monk Juexin standing behind him, also looking at the two little monks, smiling and sighing.

"Yes, probably only at their age can they do this sentence 'the mood is flawless and the moon is in the sky'!" Luo Bei also said with a smile.

Juexin turned around, faced Luobei, carefully took out something from his sleeve, held it in his hand evenly, and then slowly handed it to Luobei.

"This is what Master asked me to pass on to you, and he ......"

"He can't come and see you off......"

When he said this, Luo Bei noticed a trace of gloom flashing in Juexin's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

He frowned and asked, "Master, ...... Are you okay?"

Juexin shook his head, smiled calmly, and said: "I haven't seen Master's face these days, and this thing was given to me by Uncle Chen, but Master has always been an old man, and he will be fine if he wants to come!"

Luo Bei took the things that Jue Xin had learned, held it in his hand, it was very light, almost no weight, the surface was a coarse cloth commonly used in the temple, and it was wrapped very tightly, he pinched it, and it was probably a piece of paper inside.

"Uncle Lichen said that this is what General Yue wants, and asked the donor to hand it over to ......."

Juexin raised his head and looked at the couplet, and said to Luobei with a smile: "General Yue also passed by this temple back then, and spent several days in the temple, discussing Zen and preaching with the master all night, and leaving this couplet on the occasion of parting, the master thought it was wonderful, so he hung it here!"

"Time flies, I can't imagine that this parting has been seven or eight years......"

Luo Bei looked at this couplet again, he really didn't expect that it was actually Yue Fei's handwriting back then.

He carefully put away his belongings, and then said respectfully to Juexin: "Thank you for the hospitality in the temple these days, I will go down the mountain with Killing......"

Juexin smiled in his eyes, folded his hands, and said, "Donor is polite, let's say goodbye!"

Luo Bei also smiled back, and then turned around to stop the killing who was still playing with Shifang.

The two of them walked to the gate of the temple, turned their heads to look at each other, and beckoned to Juexin and Shifang, who saw the two of them.

"Kill, let's go......"

Killing Sheng sighed and said, "This little monk is very interesting, I don't know if I can see it in the future?"

Luo Bei looked at him, but he didn't expect him to have a lot of affection for Shifang, and said with a smile: "Aren't you monks the most particular about chance? If there is an opportunity, you can always meet ......."

After Luo Bei and Kill left from Xuanqing Temple, they went down the mountain, and at a glance they saw the red coral who was drinking water not far away, and as soon as Luo Bei whistled, the red coral immediately hissed and ran towards the two of them.

Finally, looking back at the temple on the mountain, coming to the Xuanqing Temple these days can be regarded as an adventure, he smiled faintly, no longer nostalgic, and the killing turned on the horse, and rushed to Lin'an.

But what they didn't know was that since they left, a lot of things had happened in this Xuanqing Temple.

The saddest thing is that the abbot Master Ran passed away in the temple, and since then, the road to the top of the mountain behind the temple has been permanently closed.

It is clear that the first disciple, that is, the tall and thin monk Juexin, inherited the position of abbot, but did not complete the handover at the peak of the back mountain like the previous abbots, and a secret passed down by the abbot was also broken.

In the whole temple, only Lichen saw Master Ran for the last time, but no one knew what the two of them said.

A few months later, the Buddha's Bodhi flowers withered, and the world-famous Guanxin Yellow Spring dried up completely.

This also means that this Xuanqing Temple has been no different from any temple in the world since then.

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