Juyu City didn't know why, it was cloudy again, and it looked like it was raining heavily.

The rain in the Buddha land was unusual, so when the rain had already begun to show signs of this heavy rain, many monks had already left the streets and hid in their houses, and those who were going out at this moment should have important things to do.

In a small courtyard in the west of the city, a scholar who looked at the shabby clothes took the silver money, and he couldn't stand the wine worms in his stomach, so he was about to go out to drink.

Glancing at the sky, the scholar took an oil-paper umbrella from the wall, and soon opened the courtyard door and headed towards the nearest wine shop.

At the entrance of the courtyard is a narrow alley, which can only accommodate two people walking side by side, which can be said to be very narrow, but at least it can stagger pedestrians.

The scholar walked in the alley, originally the pace was not fast, but thinking that the heavy rain would be very troublesome, so he sped up his pace, and it would not take much time to go to the wine shop to drink, so he soon returned here, this time he carried a small jar of wine, and walked in the alley, but when he walked to the gate of the courtyard, an old voice suddenly sounded in the distance, and the reader turned his head to see that it was an old Confucian student leading a scholar to walk in this alley.

The old Confucian looked at the white hair, the movement was slow, there was no difference, the scholar was just carrying a bookcase, looking very strong, walking behind the old Confucian and not saying a word.

The old Confucian walked a few steps forward before he came to a short distance in front of the reader, and said with a smile: "It's raining quickly, can you let my bad old man come in and hide from the rain?"

may be afraid that this scholar is unwilling, so the old Confucian quickly added, "For the sake of our face, we are all scholars." ”

The scholar smiled heartily, "What did the old gentleman say, I still have wine in my hand, let's go, go in and take two sips." ”

The old Confucian thanked him again and again, led the scholar to the courtyard with the reader, and finally sat under the eaves, and the scholar put the bookcase on the ground, and did not look for a stool, but sat directly on the ground.

The old Confucian looked at the scholar and said, "This stupid boy is used to going south with me, how comfortable is it." ”

The scholar took out three wine bowls from the room, poured a bowl of wine for the old Confucian and the scholar, and then there was not much left, just poured about half a bowl, and it was gone.

This is really not much wine in that jar, and this wine bowl is indeed not small.

The old Confucian stretched out his hand and swung the wine bowl containing half a bowl of wine in front of the scholar, and then placed the two wine bowls full of wine in front of the two of them.

"That stupid boy doesn't like to drink, he just likes to box, and he wasted it. ”

The scholar stared at the scholar, and could actually see clearly that the scholar said that he was a scholar, but in fact he was not young.

"Old man, why follow you, you don't study well, but boxing?"

The reader was a little puzzled.

The old Confucian smiled: "Everyone has his own life, let alone teach him how to read, in fact, it is not easy to teach, my knowledge is all by walking and stopping, he followed me for a few years, but I can't see anything, then I can only fight honestly." ”

The scholar took a sip of wine, nodded and smiled: "That old gentleman should really have walked a lot of places." ”

The old Confucian was not modest, after taking a sip of wine, the wine bowl was placed on the table, and he smiled: "The road is a lot of walking, from here to the north, the mountains and rivers have basically turned around, even this Buddha land, it seems to have come twice, I want to find a friend to borrow something, but the first time, this guy has been saying that the time has not come, and when he waits for the second time, maybe it is the same result, if it is really this result, then he has to come again, but whether it is in vain, it may not be said." ”

"But it's okay to walk, it's bad old man to read, it's really not just a book to understand, you really have to look around. ”

"But last time, I led a little guy who had to use a sword to come to the Buddha Land, and now this little guy is going to be his master, and I really miss it. ”

When the old Confucian said this, he seemed to be a little embarrassed.

The scholar was relieved: "Old gentleman, between stop-and-go, it makes sense, and it is not bad to stop when you are tired." ”

The old Confucian nodded and stopped talking.

The two of them drank like this, as if they were waiting for the heavy rain to fall.

And the scholar picked up the half bowl of wine, drank it all, and after drinking, fell asleep, and soon the sound of snoring sounded.

The old Confucian drank wine and waited for the rain, which seemed very comfortable.

From the moment he entered the courtyard, he did not ask about the identity of the scholar, and the same was true of the scholar, and he did not ask about the situation of the old Confucian student, according to him, the old Confucian must be an unfathomable person, at least certainly not something he could deal with.

But this is also normal, if it weren't for such a character, how could he walk around in this world.

I don't know how long it took, the old Confucian suddenly sighed, "People have lived too long, in fact, it's not good, friends have left the world one by one, and in the end they can only look at themselves in the mirror alone, what's the meaning?"

The scholar laughed, "That's why most of the monks walk alone on the avenue." ”

The old Confucian nodded and echoed: "The avenue is alone, and it really makes some sense. ”

The scholar drank the wine in his bowl, and then asked, "The old gentleman is coming to this rain gathering city now, is he passing by or doing something else?"

The old Confucian did not hide it, and said bluntly: "It's waiting for someone." ”

"I don't have many friends with this bad old man, and there are only a few people alive, and I'm waiting for one of them today. ”

It is indeed very difficult to stop the old people.

It's just something like this, which many monks experience all the time.

The scholar just nodded, this time he didn't speak anymore, leaning back in his chair, the reader took out a Confucian classic, looked through it by himself, there has always been a lot of turmoil in Juyu City, but these things have nothing to do with him, if he didn't really look at what a monk did, he would have killed him.

Now I am afraid that no one knows who he is.

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The heavy rain hasn't come yet, but people are coming.

There were two people walking in the alley, and at the front was a man in a white robe, who was empty, and behind him was an old man with a withered sword, and he looked like a swordsman.

The two of them walked in the alley, not fast, but soon reached the gate of the courtyard.

But in front of the courtyard gate, the white-robed man did not knock on the door, but sat down on the steps, and the withered old man immediately sat down as well.

The two of them sat side by side, as if not to come looking for someone, but to wait for the heavy rain.