After a few more miles along the path, a small, dilapidated village appeared in front of them, particularly striking in the setting sun.

Although it is given the name of the village, it is not the appearance of the village. The whole village was in ruins. Everywhere you look, there are broken walls, broken bricks and tiles.

Charred earthen walls, crumbling roof beams. The crops not far away have been left untended for a long time, and they are already overgrown with weeds. The rows of graves on the edge of the village stinged my eyes even more. A few people held flowers in their hands and offered sacrifices to those who had been sleeping in the cemetery.

There is no need for Zhou Chenhai to explain, Zhong Yujian can see at a glance that this is the place where Zhou Chenhai grew up - Lotus Village.

Zhou Chenhai stood silently at the entrance of the village, without saying a word. Passing wild dogs peed in the corners, and crows stood on the roof and chirped in a hoarse voice. The cold wind blew quietly, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Zhong Yujian and Zhou Chenhai stood side by side, he quietly accompanied Zhou Chenhai and did not speak. He was originally unreliable, but at this moment, he understood Zhou Chenhai's thoughts.

Sometimes, friends get to know each other better than loved ones. He knew that Chen Hai didn't need comfort at this time, and he was waiting for Chen Hai to speak himself.

After a long time, Zhou Chenhai sighed and said, "Let's go in." ”

Zhou Chenhai's home is on the south side of the village. Instead of going straight home, he went to the cemetery to the north.

The cemetery did not exist before the village burned down. Obviously, under these graves, the people buried are the former villagers of Lotus Village. In the cemetery, several ordinary people are lighting incense in front of the grave to worship.

Zhou Chenhai walked to a grave to check, and there was no writing on the wooden sign standing in front of the grave, but it was an unknown tomb.

A few more graves were inspected, but none of them had names. I looked at many graves in a row, and only a few of them had names written on them, and those names were all familiar to Zhou Chenhai, all of whom were his former neighbors.

A sense of sadness welled up in his heart, the people he once knew were now dead, and many people died without even leaving their names, which was always unacceptable for a while.

In the cemetery, a middle-aged monk walks back and forth between the graves with a gourd in his right hand and chanting scriptures in his mouth. inadvertently came to Zhou Chenhai's side.

The monk said: "The little donor is young, and he is in his prime of life, why do he have so many knots?"

Zhou Chenhai was seen through by him, turned to face the monk and replied respectfully: "There are many reasons here, and I can't tell you anything about it for a while. The younger generations thank the master for his care. ”

After hearing this, the monk did not rush to reply, but raised the gourd and pulled off the cover. A refreshing aroma of wine overflows.

Zhou Chenhai was surprised in his heart, and said in his heart: "Can monks also drink?"

But I saw that the monk took a sip unhurriedly, and his expression was quite comfortable. He closed the lid with satisfaction, and gently stroked the gourd again, his eyes shining brightly.

After drinking, he said slowly: "The little benefactor is dressed up, like a disciple of the Immortal Family. It's just that the knot in the heart is incomprehensible, and it will be difficult to preach in the end. You still need to let go of your knots as soon as possible. ”

Zhou Chenhai couldn't help laughing, this monk was drinking, but he wanted to persuade him to let go of his heart.

He replied, "Since the master persuaded me to untie the knot in my heart, why don't you untie my own knot first?"

The monk still asked unhurriedly, "Why did the little donor say this?"

Zhou Chenhai stretched out his hand and pointed at his wine gourd.

The monk stood with one palm on his chest and performed a Buddhist salute.

"Amitabha! I have wine in my hands, but no wine in my heart. The little donor has nothing outside his body, and his heart is entangled. ”

Zhou Chenhai smiled, and returned the salute like a monk, and said: "Amitabha! ”

The monk was stunned by what he said, looked down at the wine gourd, and reached out to stroke it gently.

Zhong Yujian watched from the side and muttered, "What are you two fighting dumb fans?"

At this time, the monk raised his head and replied with a smile: "Yes, yes, the little donor is observant." Indeed, this wine gourd is a knot in my heart. ”

"Master don't be surprised, this gourd must be a precious thing. This is friendship, not a knot, and it does not need to be untied. ”

The monk burst out laughing, and his laughter was hearty, and he said, "I had persuaded the little donor to untie the knot, but I didn't want to be comforted by the little donor. Good good!huh?!"

The monk suddenly looked at Zhou Chenhai and didn't say anything.

"What's wrong with the master?" asked Zhou Chenhai puzzled.

I saw the monk muttering to himself: "It's true, it's true." ”

"Like what?"

"Like an old man like me. ”

"Dare to ask the name of this old man?"

The monk did not answer, but asked, "Can the little donor tell me his name?"

Zhou Chenhai pondered: "This monk looks at his kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and he doesn't look like a bad person. But the whereabouts of the father and mother are unknown, and the enemy has not yet appeared. At this time, it is better to hide your identity. ”

After thinking for a moment, he replied: "The younger generation's surname is Wu, Koutian Wu, and his name is Mingjun. ”

"But what does the Emperor of the Prosperous World mean?"

"The master smiled, my father named me just because he wanted me to be a reasonable person, how dare I insult the emperor's name. ”

"The little benefactor has a good name, but you're not the person I'm looking for. It's a pity, it's a ”

"Who is the master looking for?"

But seeing the monk smile, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the gourd, and said, "The person who can solve my heart knot." ”

Zhou Chenhai said: "The junior wishes the master to find this person as soon as possible." ”

"The poor monk has thanked the little benefactor here. If there is a fate in the future, I am willing to drink a few cups with the little benefactor!"

After that, the monk patted Zhou Chenhai's shoulder as boldly as a knight.

Zhou Chenhai was very happy to hear this, and replied: "It must be so!"

At this time, the monk turned his head to look at the sunset that was fading into the horizon in the distance, and then at the surrounding graveyards.

He continued: "It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, so the poor monk will take his leave, and the little benefactors should leave early." ”

After speaking, he made a Buddhist salute to Zhou Chenhai and the others.

Zhou Chenhai and Zhong Yujian hurriedly returned the salute.

Zhou Chenhai saluted while pondering what the monk had just said. It's just an ordinary goodbye, why does this monk say that this place is not suitable for a long time?

Zhou Chenhai was about to say the question in his heart, but he finished his salute and raised his head.

When they looked up, both of them were shocked! The monk in front of them had disappeared!

"What's going on?

The two looked around, but there was no trace of the monk.

Zhong Yujian's voice trembled a little: "Could it be that you have run into a ghost?

"Don't panic! ”

Zhou Chenhai pulled Zhong Yujian and ran to the people who were worshipping, asking them if they had seen a monk just now.

One of the people replied, "Yes, I didn't just be with you, why did you come to ask us?" ”

The two sighed, and these people also saw it, indicating that the monk was not a ghost.

After settling down, the two of them groaned again. If it's not a ghost, how can it disappear out of thin air, could it be that this monk is a cultivator, and his cultivation is extremely high?

Thinking about it, only this explanation is reasonable. I'm afraid they've run into a Buddhist master.

If Zhou Chenhai thought about it carefully, he would find that he had encountered such an immortal master before, and it was such characters as Yankong and Taiqing.

Zhou Chenhai is no longer entangled in this. He bowed to the cemetery, and walked into the village with Zhong Yujian.