Chapter Eighty-Six: But, Why?

"Three...... Third Uncle"

"Huh?"

Zhang Sanyi turned his head and saw the little monk staring at the sugar gourd seller on the street, swallowing saliva.

"Want to eat?"

The little monk raised his head, glanced at Zhang Sanyi obliquely, hesitated, and nodded.

"Hehe, choose for yourself"

"That...... That one...... I, I want this"

"Boss, how much?"

"Five pieces"

"Let's get another one"

"Oh, take it."

The little monk smiled happily and followed Zhang Sanyi up and down.

ZY City, the closest city to the small county seat, although it can only be regarded as a small city in the northwest, but it is much more prosperous than the small county seat.

Walking on the street, Zhang Sanyi looked left and right, the buildings seemed to overlap with his memory, but when he came in just now, he also saw the city wall, compared to the small county town, the city wall here is much taller, and there are patrols at the city gate, wearing police uniforms.

The little monk happily held two sugar gourds, his mouth full of sugar, and his eyes were fascinated by the tall buildings on both sides, the clothes, toys, and cakes in the windows.

Zhang Sanyi turned around, glanced at the little monk, smiled and shook his head, children are always curious about this world, let alone Huaisheng, who is six or seven years old and has never been out of a small temple.

As I walked inside, the sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger, and the bell tower, the building, was exactly the same as I remembered.

Why is this happening?

The doubts in Zhang Sanyi's heart became stronger and stronger, why was the outside completely different, like another world, but when he entered the city, it was too similar to the original world.

It's already sunset, and I'm a little tired, and the little monk has also finished eating the sugar gourd, maybe he's also tired, and he doesn't look left and right, his eyes blinking.

......

"First...... Mr. ......"

A playful voice came.

"Well, me?"

"That...... Our hotel, not ...... Animals are not allowed ......"

I saw that the waiter pointed to the third brother in Zhang Sanyi's arms with some apologies.

"Uh...... Can't you bring it?"

"Can't add money?"

"That...... Sir, plus ...... It's okay to add money."

Zhang Sanyi, who was already about to turn around and go out, stopped his steps and looked at the pretty front desk a little helplessly.

......

Lying on the soft bed, Zhang Sanyi stared at the ceiling, thinking about what he had seen and heard today.

Next to him, the little monk was lying on the bed, huddled in a ball, breathing softly, and muttering in his mouth, the voice was too small and a little blurred.

Most likely, Huai Sheng is thinking about Master again, right?

"What does the old monk mean when he said that since he has chosen, he will stick to his choice?"

"What did you choose?"

Zhang Sanyi, why doesn't he know?

"Also, what does that sentence mean when you enter the small courtyard, you don't know the depth of the years?"

Zhang Sanyi rubbed his head with a headache.

He didn't understand it at all.

Suddenly, a familiar interface flashed out.

"When the portable print shop expires, will it be renewed?"

"What?"

Zhang Sanyi sat up suddenly, his voice sharp.

"Why did I spend a million and buy it for a year, and it's only been a few days, and it's due?"

"Old Taoist, are you cheating me?"

"It's too blatant, isn't it?"

Of course, in order not to disturb the little monk Huaisheng and the third brother sleeping, Zhang Sanyi quietly scolded these words in his heart.

"What happens if you don't renew?"

"If you choose not to renew, you only need the owner to open a print shop in the city for seven days."

Do you want to set up shop here?

Zhang Sanyi felt that this place did not seem to be the place he wanted.

Where do you want to go?

Zhang Sanyi didn't know.

"Hey......"

"That...... Can I not renew it for another year?"

A second later, an interface popped up.

"One year: 1 million

Half a year: 600,000

Three months: 400,000

One month: 200,000"

After struggling for a long time, Zhang Sanyi still spent 500,000 yuan and bought it for half a day.

He still feels aggrieved, why is there only one million gone?

Suddenly, he remembered the sentence "Once you enter the small courtyard, the years do not know the depths".

This sentence sounded in his mind repeatedly.

"I don't know how deep the years are?"

Zhang Sanyi suddenly understood something.

"One day in the courtyard, one year outside?"

"A year?"

Zhang Sanyi rolled out of bed and wanted to find a place to read the date, but he didn't have a mobile phone, and there was nothing in this room that would allow him to see the date.

"Bang"

Pulling the door open hard, Zhang Sanyi, who had already taken a step out, stopped his steps again.

"Sir, may I be able to help you?"

"That'...... Well, how many years has it been?"

"What's wrong with 2020?"

"No, nothing"

"Bang" Zhang Sanyi closed the door and leaned against the door.

Sure enough, I guessed correctly.

It's been a year.

The heart was beating "thump", and Zhang Sanyi still found it difficult to accept this fact.

A year, a whole year, just drank a cup of tea, chatted for a while, slept a little, and it passed?

Am I special?

The more Zhang Sanyi thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became.

The more uncomfortable it is, the more you can't sleep.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Zhang Sanyi frowned, carefully recalling everything that happened in the small temple that day.

"Choose?"

"Room?"

"I chose the one to the east?"

"East?"

"East, what do you mean?"

"The old monk told me to go east?"

......

As if to solve the puzzle, Zhang Sanyi suddenly felt sleepy, rubbed his face, lay down on the bed, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Amitabha"

A long Buddha horn sounded in Zhang Sanyi's sleep.

The half-withered and half-glorious old locust tree slowly appeared in the golden light, and under the locust tree, the old monk was wearing a robe and sitting cross-legged.

"Hehe, little donor, we meet again"

This time, Zhang Sanyi heard the voice, and the voice did not sound in his heart.

"Presumably, the little benefactor should also understand, right?"

Zhang Sanyi wanted to speak, but his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't say a word.

"Take care of Huaisheng for me, I'll give you this"

This is the end of the dream.

......

......

The next day, the sky was overcast and the wind was bitterly cold.

Zhang Sanyi woke up very late, and was woken up by the waiter's knock on the door.

Staring at the dark circles under his eyes and yawning, Zhang Sanyi decided to sleep for another day, anyway, the weather didn't seem to be suitable for going out.

The little monk also woke up behind Zhang Sanyi.

Zhang Sanyi suspected that the little monk Huaisheng should have woken up early, and had been lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, waiting for him to get up.

Suddenly, Zhang Sanyi glanced at the purple clay pot on the bedside table next to the bed.

hurriedly walked to the side of the bed, picked up the purple clay pot, and looked at it carefully for a while, Zhang Sanyi was sure that this was the old monk's.

Turns out, isn't it a dream?

I shook the small kettle, and there seemed to be tea in it, but why was it so light to pick up.

Carefully put away the purple clay pot, Zhang Sanyi knew the preciousness of this purple clay pot, even if the tea in the pot was not so powerful, but it would definitely not be bad.

"Hungry?"

"Hmm"

Huai Sheng nodded and touched his stomach.

"Let's go, go out to eat"

"Uh-huh"

......

Zhang Sanyi never found out that he was so generous.

And the poor third brother, lying on the sofa, was forgotten in the room.

"Bang"

The door closed.

"Woohoo ......"

The third brother screamed resentfully, and fell down softly.

"Eat slowly, you see, this face is made"

"Hmm...... Not...... Three, the third uncle...... Too...... It was so delicious."

Huai Sheng gulped down the fried chicken nuggets.

For him, everything on the outside is good.

Suddenly, Zhang Sanyi found something, stared at Huai Sheng, and frowned.

"Three...... Third uncle, what's the matter...... What's wrong?"

Huai Sheng unconsciously stopped gnawing on chicken nuggets, looked down at himself, and looked at Zhang Sanyi suspiciously.

"It's okay, hurry up and finish eating, and take you to buy some new clothes"

"Oh......"

Huai Sheng lowered his head again and began to gnaw.

"Three...... Third uncle, this is so delicious."

Zhang Sanyi smiled and didn't speak.

......

"Do you like this?"

"Hiccup...... Enjoy...... Happy...... Hiccup......"

"Where's this one?"

"Good...... Good looking......"

......

"This monk's robe, throw it away, right?"

"No...... No way...... , Master said, monk's robe can be taken off and not thrown away"

Zhang Sanyi took the shabby monk's robe, shook his head helplessly, folded the monk's robe again, and put it in the bag.

Putting on new clothes, Huai Sheng seems to have changed.

It's like a six- or seven-year-old child!

Unconsciously, Zhang Sanyi also seems to like this somewhat cute little guy.

......

......

Capital

Lu Wangshu seemed to be more mature, with waist-length long hair, draped behind him, and his face was cold.

"Wangshu, do you really want to participate in the selection?"

"Hmm"

Lu Wangshu nodded firmly, she had been waiting for this opportunity for a whole year.

"However, I've heard that all the people who participated in this selection were awakened."

"What happened to the Awoken?"

"What's the matter? Wangshu, are you stupid?"

Zhuang Xiaoman touched Lu Wangshu's forehead.

"Aren't there any people in your class who haven't woken up?"

"You said that Jiang Liu's fat man, he is also going to participate in the selection, most of the time, he will be kicked out of the martial arts academy."

"I heard that after the selection is over, the first year of trials will begin"

"yes"

Zhuang Xiaoman had a bitter face, she was still very worried about this trial.

"Okay, Wangshu, I'll go first"

......

"Boom"

A fireball hits the practice robot.

Zhuang Xiaoman was lying on the floor, sweating profusely, gasping for breath.

In the first year of school, she successfully awakened, the genetic level of A+, coupled with Zhuang Xiaoman's stubbornness of not admitting defeat, actually withstood the tenth-level pain, but until now, she is only an awakened person.

Although most of her classmates at the same level as her are first-stage awakeners, that Sichuan Province champion Qi Yulin is already a third-stage awakener, and she can only look at it.

Zhuang Xiaoman tried his best to catch up, but the gap was getting bigger and bigger.

S-level genes, plus twelfth-level awakening, this is not something she can catch up with.

Therefore, Zhuang Xiaoman is becoming more and more inferior, at least in front of Qi Yulin, who has never said half a word, she is very inferior.

Every day, when no one was around, she stayed alone in the empty training ground, practicing until she was sore and exhausted.

She didn't understand why she had worked so hard, and why her awakening realm was still not progressing at all.

She really tried.

But why?