The water overflowed overhead, the light began to dim, and the boundless water was almost suffocating.

In front of him were some floats in the water, and he allowed himself to sink in the water like these floats, constantly falling downward, his eyes slowly lost their brilliance, he closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Wind and sand, battle flags, the blood of soldiers.

In early spring, the water town, the tears of leaving people.

The images of the past flashed like a marquee, and every inch of land walked and everyone I met became extremely clear in the chaotic brain.

He doesn't want to touch it, but before this passes, the past must tear up the memories to show you.

Like a cruel send-off.

The clenched hand gradually loosened, his body turned from stiff to soft, and his instinct seemed to succumb to this huge will to die, and he was like a water weed, floating at the bottom of the water.

......

In the early morning of the next day, Gomoto went to the river with the clothes of his brothers, and in the twilight of autumn, the fog was thick, and Gomoto squinted his eyes and looked at the faint light behind the mist.

Even though today is a sunny day, everything in heaven and earth has a winter gloom, and the cold water vapor of the whole night is illuminated by the sun, but it is like a soaked quilt covering the body, wet and cold.

"Whew", he slowly exhaled a breath, a cloud of mist melted into the fog in front of him, his hands were red from the cold, and the chilblains had begun to emerge a little, a little itchy, he had to cover his hands in the clothes to be washed, and temporarily seek some warmth.

There was a lot of dew on the blades of grass on the side of the road, and the shoes on Gomoto's feet were a little wet, and his toes arched in the shoes in fear of the cold, and he quickened his pace again.

Wuben's parents died in the famine the year before, he followed the homeless people all the way, and saw the originally good husband and wife turn their faces into strangers for a little food, and the man even beat the woman; he saw that the old mother couldn't bear her son to starve, and always saved food for the child to eat, until she starved to death, and still carried half of the frozen steamed buns in the placket of her clothes, wanting to wait for her son to come back and give him food.

Not to mention those who can't survive, they sell themselves and their children together with the grass and become slaves.

He was lucky, no matter what it was along the way, he could always find something to eat, but after seeing all the things in the world, he no longer cried as always as he did at the beginning, and slowly like those homeless people, there was a numb look on his face, only those eyes, and he had not completely lost his aura.

When he walked to Lingshui Temple that day, the monk opened the door and gave them some alms, and he mingled among the homeless people, rubbed his dirty hands on his clothes, and bowed down to take a bowl of rice porridge.

He was sitting at the door drinking gruel, and it happened to be about this morning, when the monks needed to do their morning service, and the bell rang, as if it had crashed into his heart, and then there was a burst of fantas, and he forgot to drink the porridge, until tears dripped into the bowl, and he realized that he had burst into tears.

Later, the displaced people left, and they wanted to settle down in the town next to the Lingshui Temple, but he did not follow them, but knelt outside the Lingshui Temple for two days.

In this year when many people were displaced, the temple was not easy to accept people, but was afraid that it would not be able to support more and more monks, the abbot really took pity on him, and cherished his sincerity, and gave him the name "Wuben" and included him in the door.

Lingshui Temple is named because it leans on the Lingshui River, and Gomoto looked at it, and the Lingshui River is in front of it. After he started, he has been very diligent, taking on a lot of chores in the temple, and everyone likes him very much.

He walked to the river, and the tentacles of the river were not so cold, and the day was much better than the days of being a homeless person, and he thought so, and began to wash his clothes as usual.

After washing for a while, it was already dawn, and he looked up at the sky, only to find a dusty thing floating down the current.

That object doesn't look small, but if you look closely, the wisps of black silk floating on the water are not human hair, what is it?

The new little monk Goben dragged back a half-dead man, alarming the abbot.

The monks are compassionate, since they have seen it, it is the fate, there is no reason not to care, this half-dead person was rescued by the temple's rice porridge and wild vegetables, little by little.

When he woke up again, the decadent man looked dazed, his hair was disheveled, and his beard was crawling all over his cheeks. After learning that he was rescued by Wuben, he was stunned for a long time, suddenly smiled with relief, and also went to find the abbot to become a monk.

The abbot looked at him and personally shaved his degree, which was fate, so he gave him the name "Enlightenment".

After changing into monk's clothes, the old abbot said to him earnestly: "Wu Yuan, since you have decided to enter the empty door, you must put down the butcher's knife in your heart." ”

Since then, there is another monk named Wuyuan in Lingshui Temple, he is thin, never say much, outside of practicing Zen every day, he goes to clean the temple, the sweeping sound is also regular, one at a time, like knocking on the wooden fish.

Only Wuben always goes to him, and he doesn't care whether he is reasonable or not, and he is used to saying a few words to him every day.

......

Hatsu Tao and they stayed in a tofu factory.

They were still sent to a forest like last time, and after walking a few steps along the forest, they saw a small courtyard, and a small flag of "Lai Tofu" was erected outside the courtyard, which turned out to be a tofu factory.

Bu Qi looked at Chu Tao, "Master, this mission, it seems that you don't have a clue at all?"

Unlike the last epidemic, Chu Tao probed a little, and the town was normal except for some depression.

So the two of them summed it up and decided to come to the house to stay, so they could inquire about it.

The one who opened the door was an old woman, and when she saw that the two of them didn't look like they were buying tofu, she was quite puzzled: "May I ask what do you two do?"

"Old man", the one who opened his mouth was not to give up, "This is my young master, who came out to study, saw the beautiful scenery here, and wanted to stay for a while, my son-in-law was happy and quiet, and found a suburb, I want to live here for two or three days, do you see if it is convenient?"

The old woman wanted to refuse, this year is not good, the war is raging, even though the first peach they seem to be well-dressed, but the origin is not good.

But after seeing the reward that she did not give up, she still agreed.

The owner of the tofu workshop is her son, who has smallpox when he was a child, and has some spots on his face, and everyone calls him "Lai Mazi".

Lai Mazi is nearly 30 people, but he has not yet started a family, with his mother, relying on the ancestral tofu workshop to live, every time he catches the market, he picks some tofu to sell in the town, and he barely makes ends meet.

But because the appearance is not very thoughtful, when you want to talk about your daughter-in-law, the other party always asks for more dowry, but the mother and son can't come with much.

Lai's mother held the broken silver in her sleeve, thinking in her heart, although this money is not enough to talk about a big girl, but the widow Zhou in the town should be able to talk about it.