Chapter 84 The green mountains are black, and the small temple is now

A cool breeze blew, blowing Zhang Sanyi's hair, the sweat on his body had not disappeared, and he was a little cold.

Standing at the exit of the dense forest, Zhang Sanyi was stunned, unable to take a step, the outside world was completely different from what he imagined, and even more different from the original world.

He couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart.

Why, the small county town will be exactly the same?

Why do you know the world the same as you remember?

He couldn't help but look back, and then at the dark entrance.

The small county town seems to be on the mountain, the mountain road is winding, like a snake, wandering to the foot of the mountain, all over the mountains, lush, not at all like the northwest.

In the distance, Zhang Sanyi couldn't see it, just the green in his eyes.

Zhang Sanyi was full of doubts, but no one could solve his doubts.

Looking for a stone under the tree, Zhang Sanyi sat on it and leaned against the tree.

The wind blew him and he was distraught.

In his arms, the third brother had already fallen asleep, even if Zhang Sanyi moved a little bigger, he didn't wake up the third brother.

Leaning against the tree, Zhang Sanyi slowly fell asleep, frowning.

He had a vague sense that he seemed to be caught in a whirlpool.

......

"Knock-knock-"

......

A few bells woke Zhang Sanyi from his deep sleep.

It was already sunset, and the sky was red, like blood, and it was a little too red.

After a good night's sleep, Zhang Sanyi recovered a little and was not so sleepy.

"Boom-"

Another loud bang.

Zhang Sanyi picked his eyes and followed the prestige.

In the green of the mountains, Zhang Sanyi found a little red at the foot of the mountain, only a little red.

"Boom-"

Another bell rang.

Zhang Sanyi was surprised to find that the red disappeared.

Rubbing his eyes, Zhang Sanyi thought he was dazzled.

No matter how he looked at it, he didn't find that bit of red again.

The bell also disappeared and never rang again.

Look at the road down the mountain, twists and turns, Zhang Sanyi is ready to go down the mountain before the sun sets.

Like the forest road, the trail was quiet and scary, but fortunately, the trees next to it did not shade the sky like that, but it was already dusk and the light was starting to dim.

As Zhang San walked, he looked left and right curiously, and couldn't help but wonder why it was so quiet, and there was no sound of birds and insects.

Ever since he left the small county town, he felt that the world was full of weirdness.

However, he couldn't understand the weirdness, so he could only take it one step at a time.

The mountain is not high, although the road is winding, but Zhang Sanyi still walked very fast, and he was halfway up the mountain after a while.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Zhang Sanyi looked back and continued to hurry.

The third brother in his arms is still asleep.

"Knock-knock-"

The bell rang again, and this time, Zhang Sanyi obviously felt that it was much closer than what he heard on the mountain, but unfortunately he was in the forest now, and he couldn't take another look, did the red roof come out.

The bell rang for a while, then disappeared again.

Zhang Sanyi still walked in a uniform manner, not in a hurry.

......

The sun finally went down, and Zhang Sanyi finally went down.

Looking at the starry sky, and then looking around, there was no trace of fireworks in Fang Yuan.

Zhang Sanyi felt that he was going to sleep in the wilderness, after all, he was not in a hurry, and there was no need to rush overnight.

Just when Zhang Sanyi found a good big tree and was about to walk over, suddenly, "Knock-"

The bell came back to me.

Zhang Sanyi saw that a temple slowly appeared, and the clouds were shrouded in mist.

For a moment, he froze, he clearly remembered that there was absolutely no temple just now.

"Boom-"

The bell came into Zhang Sanyi's ears, and his eyes were suddenly stunned, and his pupils were a little dilated.

Suddenly, the third brother opened his eyes, raised his head with some difficulty, and glared at the small temple with blood-red eyes.

Zhang Sanyi felt like he was in a trance just now, but he wasn't sure.

"Squeak"

The closed door of the small temple suddenly opened, and a head poked out and took a look.

Then, a small novice came out of the door, dressed in a dark monk's robe, some wide and some shabby.

Xiao Shami went out of the door, looked left and right, and walked towards Zhang Sanyi delicately.

"Amitabha"

Xiao Shami saluted Zhang Sanyi, and Zhang Sanyi also bent down, which was regarded as a return salute.

Only then did Zhang Sanyi see clearly that the little novice had long eyebrows and clear eyes, probably only six or seven years old, and his cheeks were round.

The monk's robe on his body was not only wide and shabby, but also had five or six patches of various colors.

The little monk sniffed and rubbed the tip of his nose again, as if he was scared and as if he was shy.

didn't dare to look up at Zhang Sanyi, but stared at the third brother in Zhang Sanyi's arms.

"That...... Little master, is there something wrong?"

Zhang Sanyi took the lead, but his body was tense and he was always vigilant, after all, this small temple, the weirdness that appeared, this little monk, not to mention it, is definitely not ordinary.

"Oh...... That one...... That one...... Donor, I'm ...... I, Master, please ...... Please come in."

The little monk's voice was full of childishness.

I don't know if he was scared or what, the little monk stammered a little when he spoke.

Hearing the little monk's words, Zhang Sanyi looked up at the small temple, and then at the little monk who raised his head slightly.

The little monk's eyes were clear, although he was a little evasive, but Zhang Sanyi felt that this might just be shy.

Besides, it's dark this day, and Zhang Sanyi also wants to settle down and sleep well.

"That'...... Okay"

Holding the third brother, Zhang Sanyi followed the little monk and came to the small temple.

Zhang Sanyi stopped and looked up.

Some of the dilapidated vermilion temple doors have a small plaque on them, with the two words "Qingshan" on it, and there is no "temple".

"Outside the mountain, the green mountain building is outside the building, and the breeze only crosses the destined people"

Zhang Sanyi read it lightly, and felt that it didn't rhyme, and it didn't look like a sub-couplet!

"Donor, please come in"

Zhang Sanyi nodded slightly, and stepped into the temple gate with some curiosity.

Suddenly, the third brother in his arms rolled over, as if he had slept comfortably just now.

The little monk followed Zhang Sanyi before coming in.

With a "bang", Zhang Sanyi turned around, and the small temple door was closed, which couldn't help but make Zhang Sanyi a little nervous.

In the dantian, most of the Qi had recovered, and it began to surge again.

The little monk seemed to sense something, and glanced at Zhang Sanyi.

The small temple is really small, there is a big locust tree in the courtyard, the trunk is very thick, Zhang Sanyi suspects that he may not be able to hug it, what is even more strange is that this big locust tree, half of the branches are luxuriant, and half of it has already dried up and is bare.

Under the locust tree, on a futon that looks a little shabby for some years, there is an old monk sitting cross-legged, skinny, with his eyes closed, his face is kind, and his lips tremble slightly, he should be chanting.

On both sides of the big locust tree, there are two rooms, with white walls and red tiles, and glazed tiles shining in the sun.

Suddenly, Zhang Sanyi seemed to realize something, he was stunned, his pupils were dilated, he looked up violently, and he saw the blue sky and white clouds, as well as ...... Sun.

God, isn't it already dark?

However, how can there be a sun in this small temple?

"Hehe, don't be nervous"

The old voice rang out.

Zhang Sanyi glanced at the old monk, but the old monk still closed his eyes and maintained the posture just now.

And the little monk had already walked over, standing behind the old monk, holding a fan in both hands that could almost cover half of his body, and fanning it gently.

"Little donor, come and sit......"

Zhang Sanyi realized that he didn't hear this voice, but this voice sounded directly in his heart.

This couldn't help but surprise him.

"Huh...... The little donor doesn't have to be nervous, monk me, I just can't speak."

Zhang Sanyi was still a little apprehensive, glanced at the old monk a few times, and moved cautiously.

A futon, a stone table, just like that, suddenly appeared.

The old monk also opened his eyes, his eyes burned, smiled kindly at Zhang Sanyi, and pointed to the futon.

Zhang Sanyi felt that the old monk's gaze seemed to be able to see through himself.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, a trace of coolness slowly spread to his mind along Zhang Sanyi's spine, which made Zhang Sanyi feel refreshed, and the original fatigue was swept away in an instant.

It's just that sitting cross-legged made Zhang Sanyi feel a little uncomfortable.

Also, I have been a little nervous and apprehensive in my heart.

It made him a little restless.

"Little donor, I know you have some doubts in your heart, can you, after a cup of tea, Rong Lao Wei will answer them for you one by one"

The old voice sounded in Zhang Sanyi's heart again.

Zhang Sanyi nodded slightly, he only saw that on the stone table, a delicate purple clay pot appeared, as well as two white jade cups, this combination seemed to be a little mismatched.

Also, the small teapot seems to be somewhat similar to the one in the hand of the old man in the East.

A cup of tea that was still steaming was gently pushed in front of Zhang Sanyi by the old monk.

The old monk poured himself another glass.

Zhang Sanyi hesitated, gently picked up the teacup, and a fragrance came to his nose.

"Gollum ......"

Zhang Sanyi looked up and saw that behind the old monk, the little monk was absentmindedly shaking his fan, staring at the teacup in Zhang Sanyi's hand, his throat was stirring, swallowing saliva, and his face was full of longing.

Looking at the tea in his hand, Zhang Sanyi took a sip gently, it was bland and tasteless, and there was a trace of bitterness.

As if sensing the little monk's eager gaze, Zhang Sanyi glanced at the little monk again with some embarrassment.

The fragrance in his mouth began to come out slowly, and Zhang Sanyi realized the strangeness of this tea, and began to understand the little monk's desire.

On the other side, the old monk lowered his eyebrows and slowly tasted tea, and did not seem to notice the small movements of Zhang Sanyi and the little monk.

Zhang Sanyi glanced at the old monk, the fragrance in his mouth had disappeared, he lowered his head again, and took a sip of tea gently.

"That...... Master, give him a cup too!"

Zhang Sanyi really couldn't stand the little monk's hot gaze, which made him very uncomfortable.

The old monk raised his eyebrows lightly and put down the teacup in his hand.

"Does the little donor know that if you give him a cup, you will have one less?"

The voice sounded in the bottom of my heart.

Zhang Sanyi was slightly stunned, he could feel the strangeness and preciousness of this tea.

After just two bites, he felt warm and comfortable.

Zhang Sanyi nodded slightly, but still spoke.

"Give it to him"

"Thank you, donor"

The little monk suddenly smiled and saluted Zhang Sanyi several times.

Zhang Sanyi smiled slightly and poured the remaining tea from the teacup into his mouth.

Then, looking at the little monk with a smile, holding a small teacup like a treasure, standing behind the old monk, gently smelling the aroma, taking a sip gently, and then smiling at Zhang Sanyi.

"What does the little donor think of this tea?"

"Very good"

"Hehe, it's good?

The teacup, which is full again, is full of aroma.

In his arms, the third brother sniffed his nose and opened his eyes, his eyes staring at the teacup on the table, and his head rubbed against Zhang Sanyi's arm.

"Little donor, this is the last cup."

The old monk's voice sounded in Zhang Sanyi's heart again.

The teacup has been brought to the third brother's mouth.