Saying goodbye to Zhang Xu, Su Changqing walked in the direction he said with the money in his pocket.

It's 7 o'clock in the morning, many people have opened their shops, there is an indescribable noise in the cold early autumn season, people from all walks of life come and go, shuttling through the streets, there is a slight humidity on the bluestone slabs, and the water vapor in the air emits a clear light in the sun.

Su Changqing turned into a small alley, and there was no longer the bustle of the street, but silence.

This alley is for funeral white things, usually everyone taboos the bad luck here, except for someone who has a white thing in the house, this place is basically quiet.

Su Changqing looked around casually and found that there were many shops here, selling incense and candles, paper money, wreaths and coffins, and paper ingots.

This county is far from the city, many factories are too small to provide products to these stores, and everyone has been here for decades, everything is passed down from the previous generation to the next generation, the craftsmanship passed down from the ancestors, everyone buys here, and the reputation is also guaranteed.

Su Changqing looked around and turned to the front of a small shop.

The shop looks old, the décor is in disrepair, and the wooden sign with the word "Hakushi" written on it is wobbly and seems to fall off if you are not careful, but it seems to be standing.

The lights inside were dim, except for the morning light outside, which ran aground, crashing like waves against all the darkness here.

At the table in the store, there is a man in his 50s, sitting on a chair and carefully cutting a piece of wood.

From the faint light, you can vaguely see the wood in his hand gradually taking shape, in the shape of a sword.

The other party was very focused on carving, Su Changqing showed a peaceful smile, sat on the bamboo chair next to him and waited for him quietly.

The light on the roof was blown by the wind, and Su Changqing's mood was inexplicably happier, and he turned out a booklet he was carrying, which was densely packed with ancient poems.

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The mountain is high and the water is long and the willows are still in place, there is a mountain on the shore of the Moon Lake, its peak is towering into the clouds, there is a temple on the mountainside, the name is Baiyun Temple. At this time, in this Baiyun Temple, the bell has already been ringed, and the monks have eaten breakfast and go to the Buddhist hall to recite the scriptures and have morning classes.

The monk at the head chanted, his voice as melodious as a pine and cypress.

"Nam no Satantha, Suga Doya, Arohata, Sa......madha, Sa

A little novice looked at them bareheaded, with his hands on the door, and looked at them with a bewildered expression.

This little novice is an orphan, no common name, was taken in by the monks of Baiyun Temple since childhood, named Yijing, since he was a child, he has been quite wise, smart and very likable, and he shaved his degree early to be a little novice.

Now that I'm 13 years old, it's time to be active.

He leaned on the door and watched for a while, then he didn't dare to be interested, and ran to the back yard to play. As soon as he arrived in the courtyard, a figure stood in front of him.

This dark shadow enveloped him, inexplicably bringing him a sense of majesty.

"Master, Master, Master!"

Yijing swallowed his saliva and looked at the figure in front of him with some fear.

"Is the floor swept clean?"

Hui Zhen, the master in the mouth of a pure little novice, was looking at him with a face of no anger and arrogance at this time.

"No, Master!" After being frightened, he calmed down and looked at him obediently.

"Oh, why don't you sweep it?"

Yijing blinked his big eyes, raised his small fist in front of him, and looked at him with a smile, "Because my heart is already clean, it looks like it is also clean, since it is clean, I don't want to sweep it!"

The serious expression on Hui Zhen's face suddenly disappeared, and he touched Xiao Shami's round head, and scolded with a smile, "Don't be poor!"

Then he handed him the broom, "Sweep quickly, or you won't be allowed to eat lunch!"

"Master......"

The little novice looked at him with a pleading look.

"Sweep it. ”

Hui Zhen didn't speak again, sighed, patted his head, and walked towards the Buddha Hall.

The Hongchen people and monks in the Buddhist hall are still singing, and their voices unconsciously carry a hint of tranquil Zen.

An old monk hurried out of the Buddhist hall.

"Senior brother. ”

Monk Huizhen shouted.

"Ah, junior brother?"

The old monk walked up to him with a slight doubt on his face.

"Purify him...... I'm 13 years old today......"

Hui Zhen sighed and said quietly.

"13-year-old ......" the old monk was a little complicated in his heart, "These 13 years have passed so fast......"

"Today...... He's about to go down the mountain......" Monk Huizhen sighed and reddened slightly.

"Senior brother, are you reluctant?" the old monk asked.

"yes...... Reluctant...... We've been looking at him for 13 years......"

"From an infant baby to such a big ......"

"But it happened that this happened in the world...... I don't know if it's good or bad to go down the mountain. ”

The old monk frowned, his gray beard trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just sighed.

"Senior brother...... Master, is that really what the old man said?"

Hui Zhen didn't know what to think of, and asked a little excitedly.

"Senior brother, be cautious!" The old monk's face turned slightly pale, and his beard fluttered angrily.

Both of them used to be the same master, whose name was Shang Yun, but they had already gone to this Western Elysium 50 years ago.

The old monk is Huizhen's senior brother, who respects Master Shangyun very much, and the age difference between the two brothers is 20 years. The old monk has been with Shang Yun for the longest time, and has always treated the other party as a father, and naturally has the deepest feelings. It's just that Shang Yun's death hit him too hard, and he has always been haunted by it, thinking that Master's death was caused by himself, so everyone kept silent about Master Shang Yun on weekdays, but now he was suddenly mentioned by his junior brother in a suspicious tone, which was nothing more than a little angry.

"Senior brother!" Huizhen saw the old monk's expression, and immediately sobered up, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, he hurriedly folded his hands, recited a Buddha name in his mouth, and said words of apology.

"Alas......"

After all, the old monk was a person who had practiced Buddhism for many years, and his anger quickly disappeared from his heart, looking at the guilty expression on his junior brother's face, he sighed, "Senior brother, don't say it, I don't blame you." ”

Hye Zhen raised her head and nodded silently, feeling a little sad in her heart.

"You need to know...... Master, he ...... Never missed. ”

The old monk's eyes looked at the big banyan tree behind Hui Zhen, his eyes were confused, his tone was soft, and after leaving only one sentence, he left.

The grass was green, I don't know whose words were spoken, and finally, it disappeared.

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"The flowing water spreads to Xiangpu, and the sad wind passes through the Dongting. At the end of the song, no one is gone, and there are several peaks on the river. ”

Su Changqing closed the book with a smile, and showed a generous smile to the somewhat surprised man in front of him, "Shop, I'm here to buy something." ”

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PS: I feel like everyone rarely looks at the "author's words", obviously I have hung up the group number for so long and no one pays attention to me QAQ [noodle tears]

So I'm going to hang it here this time.,You can also have a little word count (≧Д≦) ノ.

Not...... Here's what it looks like.

"The Pauper" does not have a heroine, this is for sure, and this female ghost has nothing to do with Su Changqing, it has something to do with a supporting role, if everyone thinks that the female ghost is a poisonous point, then I will try to write her as pleasing.

It's just a whim, how did it become like thisQAQ?

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