Chapter 85 As soon as I entered the small courtyard, I didn't know the depth of the years

"Hehe, you little benefactor, it's very interesting."

The old monk's laughter sounded in Zhang Sanyi's heart.

"Suck and slip...... Suck ......"

The third brother had already drunk the tea with his tongue, there was nothing left, and he licked his mouth.

After that, he shrank into Zhang Sanyi's arms and continued to fall asleep contentedly.

Glancing at the third brother in his arms with satisfaction, Zhang Sanyi raised his head and smiled at the old monk.

A gust of wind blew, and the leaves of the locust trees were rustling.

Zhang Sanyi felt a peace in his heart, without the apprehension of just coming in, and nervousness.

"Little donor, if I tell you that if you drink enough three cups, you can live forever, do you regret it?"

The old monk looked at Zhang Sanyi with a smile, lowered his head again, blew the tea, and took a sip.

"Immortality?"

Zhang Sanyi didn't know why, he just doubted it for a few seconds, and still believed the old monk's words.

After being stunned for a moment, Zhang Sanyi grinned and shook his head.

"Oh, can the little benefactor explain why he doesn't regret it?"

The old monk raised his gray eyebrows.

"Uh...... In fact...... It's nothing, is it?

"Hey......

Zhang Sanyi scratched his head.

"Besides, why am I living so long?"

As if he was insincere, Zhang Sanyi picked up the teacup and played with it in his hand, not daring to look at the old monk.

Honestly, he's a bit.

However, there is no particular regret, perhaps, after a sleep, it is forgotten.

The old monk had already finished drinking the second cup of tea, and gently placed the teacup on the stone table, without making a sound, and behind him, the little monk was still holding the small cup, and kept it to his mouth, grinning, happy, and I don't know if I finished drinking.

The old monk seems to be settled again, with long gray eyebrows, and no wind automatically.

Zhang Sanyi propped himself on the ground, stood up, stretched his waist, moved his legs, and sat cross-legged for so long, he felt that his legs were numb and very uncomfortable.

"Huh...... The little donor feels uncomfortable, so let's take a walk!"

The old monk was still calm and relaxed, with his eyes closed.

Zhang Sanyi was stunned for a moment and glanced at the old monk.

Raised his head and took a closer look at this big locust tree, this locust tree is really big, almost occupying the entire yard, around the locust tree, Zhang Sanyi walked around slowly, only to find that this locust tree is even bigger than what he saw at the beginning.

Even, Zhang Sanyi could feel that the withered half of the old locust tree and the lush half were just right.

Then he walked around the courtyard, and there were only two rooms in the courtyard, one on the east side and one on the west side, and they looked exactly the same.

Gently pushing open the somewhat worn, creaking door to the west, the room was empty, simple, but clean.

The house on the east side is the same as on the west side.

Strangely, Zhang Sanyi did not find a single Buddha statue in this small temple.

He wondered if this was a temple.

However, seeing the costumes of the old monk and the little monk, this is obviously a temple?

It's weird.

The yard is very small, so it's just a little bit of something, and after reading it, it's gone.

"Little donor, after reading it, come here"

Zhang Sanyi turned his head to look at the old monk's back, a little helpless.

The futon has been replaced by a small emerald green bamboo chair, Zhang Sanyi was slightly stunned, but still sat down.

It was still that cool feeling that made him feel a peace in his heart.

This chair can't be the futon become, right?

How did it get new?

Gently brewing a cup of tea, the old monk smiled and put down the purple clay pot.

Zhang Sanyi also smiled.

"What does the little donor want to know? can you ask the old man, or, listen to the old man?"

"Master, please speak!"

Zhang Sanyi had a stomach that he wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to start, so it was better to listen to the old monk.

"Where do you start?"

"Let's start here, the small temple, called Qingshan, can be called Qingshan Building, but it can't be called Qingshan Temple......"

"That...... Guru...... Why isn't it called Qingshan Temple, aren't you a temple?"

Zhang Sanyi couldn't help but interrupt the old monk's words.

"Hehe, why is the temple called Qingshan Temple? Little donor, what you say is unreasonable! Besides, it's a temple or not a temple, isn't it a human decision?"

"Little donor, what do you think?"

The old monk smiled and took a sip of tea.

Zhang Sanyi nodded slightly, feeling that what the old monk said was not unreasonable.

"Master, you continue"

"Qingshan, don't worship Buddha, don't offer to God, only believe in heaven and earth, and have your own ......"

The old monk's voice sounded in Zhang Sanyi's heart, Zhang Sanyi nodded from time to time, and was a little puzzled from time to time.

"That...... Master, why, why does your temple disappear from time to time, and what's going on with that bell?"

"Qingshan, only for the destined people, the bell, but also for the destined people to ring"

"Am I the one who is destined?"

Zhang Sanyi pointed to his nose, his tone a little surprised.

"Didn't the little donor come in?"

"The threshold of my green mountain, I say it is high and high, and it is not high or high, it is tall and short, it only depends on fate"

"Fate?"

"Yes, fate"

The old monk bowed his head and drank the last sip of tea.

"So, why me?"

"Little donor, why you, don't you know?"

"Forehead ......"

Zhang Sanyi was stunned, thinking about the messy things on his body, he understood.

In the small courtyard, it was already dusk, and the light shone through the branches of the locust trees, sprinkled on the stone table, and the shadows of the trees were swaying.

Behind the old monk, the little monk yawned and rubbed his eyes, the big pu fan had already been thrown aside.

"Little donor, it's not early, let's rest"

"Huaisheng, stop, let the little donor choose first"

The little monk stopped and scratched his head innocently.

"Little donor, let's choose a room first!"

"Uh...... I choose ...... The one to the east!"

"Hehe, little donor, if you choose, you can't change"

"Sleep ......"

The old monk stood up, stretched his waist, picked up the pu fan, and patted the back of the head of the little monk Huaisheng.

"Oh, Master, why are you beating me?"

The voice is childish, rubbing his head, tiger head.

Smiling slightly, Zhang Sanyi turned around and walked towards the room to the east.

Gently push open the door, as if, in the room and just saw...... It's different.

The third brother jumped in first, nestled on a futon, and began to sleep soundly again.

Shaking his head, Zhang Sanyi gently closed the door, lying on the bed that was a little hard and a little awkward, and couldn't sleep for a long time.

Today's experience made him a little sleepless.

But why, in this small temple, there is a sense of peace of mind?

Is it the tea, or the futon, or the old monk?

It was finally dark, and the sky in the small courtyard was pitch black, with no stars, let alone a moon, only Zhang Sanyi's room, with candlelight flickering.

Suddenly, a verdant locust leaf quietly fell from the branches, happened to pass through Zhang Sanyi's window with a slight crack, slowly drifted down, and fell into Zhang Sanyi's arms.

Gently pinched the leaf, Zhang Sanyi put it in front of his eyes, looked at it, and gently put the leaf aside.

Finally, Zhang Sanyi slowly closed his eyes, in the hut, the candlelight was also extinguished, and in the small temple, there was silence, peaceful, and beautiful.

......

I don't know how long I slept, it was like a breeze blowing, and it was like a light hitting my face.

Zhang Sanyi opened his eyes with difficulty, blinked, and rubbed his eyes a little hard, Zhang Sanyi found that the surroundings had changed, and the green was a little excessive.

Sitting up violently, Zhang Sanyi looked around, the house was gone, the small temple was gone.

He slept on a big rock in the middle of nowhere.

Am I dreaming?

Suddenly, Zhang Sanyi saw the little monk who was still sleeping not far away, not a dream, but what about the small temple?

What about the old monks?

"Master?"

The little monk was dreaming again, and he was chirping.

"Little donor, don't be surprised, everything is true, take Huai Sheng, remember your choice"

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, as soon as I entered the small courtyard, I didn't know the depth of the years, and the old man said goodbye."

The voice in my heart stopped abruptly.

Zhang Sanyi still hasn't come back to his senses, where is this?

The old monk has disappeared, and Zhang Sanyi can't care about the inexplicably cute little monk.

Gently picked up the leaf on the third brother's body, looked at it, Zhang Sanyi put it in his pocket, picked up the third brother again, jumped off the stone, and came to the little monk's side.

As soon as Zhang Sanyi walked to the side of the little monk Huaisheng, the little monk woke up, rubbed his eyes, sat up, and looked around.

In an instant, tears welled up.

"Master?"

The voice was choked, and the little monk was sad.

Squatting down, Zhang Sanyi was ready to pat the little monk's head to comfort and comfort him, but, for some reason, the hand he just stretched out froze and hung high on the little monk's head, unable to fall for a long time.

After hesitating, Zhang Sanyi still withdrew his hand.

"You...... Would you like to come with me?"

The little monk glanced at Zhang Sanyi with tears in his eyes, stood up, and nodded.

He lowered his head again and sobbed quietly.

"Then let's go"

The little monk followed behind Zhang Sanyi, following in the same direction.

As I walked, I kept looking around.

"Huaisheng, haven't you come out?"

"Ah...... Hmmm......"

The little monk shrank his head, glanced at Zhang Sanyi's back, and began to look around secretly.

Master said that he was an orphan who was picked up, and since he could walk and remember, he had never left that small temple, and only Master and the big locust tree were his companions every day.

"Huaisheng, what your master said, as soon as you enter the small courtyard, you don't know what it means to be in the depths of the years?"

"Shi ...... Donor, I'm ...... I don't know ...... either."

"Okay"

"That...... Why don't you call me Third Brother?"

"Third brother?"

Suddenly, the third brother in Zhang Sanyi's arms arched his head.

"Uh...... Forget it, let's call the third uncle."

"Third uncle?"

"Okay, got it, donor...... Three...... Third Uncle ......"

"Hehe......"

Let's go fast!

"Oh, Third Uncle"

Knock –

A bell rang, and Zhang Sanyi and the little monk Huaisheng turned their heads to look back.

The small temple did not appear, and neither did the old monk.

"Let's go"

"Oh"

The little monk was sobbing again.