The girl lifted the curtain of the bed, expecting to see the figure sleeping peacefully. Unexpectedly, there was no one under the curtain, only an empty bed left, which looked particularly bleak and bleak in the huge living room.

"Li Zhiyu!" Zhao Qingrou was angry, and there was a faint sound of wind coming from all sides. But after a long time, no one answered, except for his own slender figure dancing with the undulations of the lamp, only the candlestick on the table that had burned to the point of not half an inch beeped. As for the young man who was thinking about his heart, he had never even seen half an inch.

Zhao Qingrou curled up her long sideburns hair, still looking around carefully with some unbelief. She dragged her pace, gently approached the table next to the door, picked up the candlestick that had been burned for half an inch, and searched carefully around the corner of the room, but after digging three feet into the ground, and after checking countless times, the boy was still missing.

"Lee Ji-woo"

The little girl cried out sadly, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

......

Liu Zenghui cried and was angry, dragging the mud all over his body, pulling the drowsy teenager.

He shuffled his steps and walked on the mud-stained embankment. Even every few steps, the man would frequently turn his head to look at the water and soil behind him, as if he was expecting something. So much so that after only two steps, the man turned around twice and looked at the lonely night behind him, as if he was expecting something.

But Liu Zenghui knew in his heart that the monk was no longer there. He will never appear in front of his eyes again, he will never appear next to him again, he will not break up in the middle of the night to hold the scriptures and talk about the teachings of the Buddhist scriptures, he will not say the words of those who are self-conscious, these are gone.

"Master!" the man lowered his eyelids, trying to shout. But looking around, he still couldn't shout after all, but just grabbed the boy tightly, as if grasping the last hope.

The man's heart is broken, and he is no different from the walking dead. He sobbed all the way, looking at the bleakness in front of him, and he could only talk to the mountain ghosts.

The main hall is still majestic, and bursts of incense float out with the layers of night, soaking the monk's liver and intestines, and soaking the young man's heartache. Waiting to step into the main hall and look at the familiar hall, the man came out crying, looking at the mess in his eyes, and couldn't cry.

The little monk of Yunse, with a dim lantern, is adding oil and incense around the Buddhist hall.

He respectfully poured down the sesame oil, and when he waited for the lights to turn on, the little monk who couldn't help but be sleepy opened his mouth and yawned for no reason.

"Senior brother is really lazy. The master clearly instructed the senior brother to add lamp oil every day to keep the lotus flower from extinguishing. But now that the master is out, the senior brother is good, and he actually makes me work hard every day, but I sleep with my head covered. One day, if I don't tell the Master, I won't let him copy the scriptures ten times. The little monk puffed up his little face, and seemed to still be angry in his heart, and muttered, "A hundred times, a hundred times can eliminate the anger in my heart." ”

He muttered, but his subordinates did not move slowly at all, until he filled up the lamp oil, and took advantage of the gap to continue to think about the next step after the punishment of the senior brother. Or remembering the appearance of the senior brother punishing the scriptures, the little monk couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and changed into a smile on his face.

"But taking revenge on senior brother like this, wouldn't that little monk violate the precepts and rules. Master often says, be cautious, this is unacceptable, unacceptable" Yunse frowned slightly, quickly put down the dim lantern he was carrying, and immediately sat on the futon in front of him, reciting words such as knowing mistakes.

Outside, there was a thunderstorm. There was a gust of wind howling for no apparent reason, and the door of the house creaked when it was closed tightly.

The little monk meditated and participated in Zen, holding the yuan and keeping one, not moved by the wind and rain at all.

He still maintained a contemplative appearance, quite a bit of a wind and waves, I don't move.

Suddenly, a smile of relief sounded in the silent room.

"Apprentice, if the senior brother bullies you again in the future, you will beat him. If he asks who said that, you can tell him that the master said it. If he still doesn't listen, then ask another senior brother of yours to teach him the truth. ”

"It's just an apprentice, I'm afraid that the master still has some things to say. ”

A vague figure came with the autumn wind and rain, and then went with the autumn wind and rain. It wasn't until the little monk opened his eyes in a daze that he saw the rain splashing in the house, wetting the clean table.

Yun Se looked dazed, and thousands of thoughts suddenly burst out in his heart, and a large area of crystal sparkle flowed from his eyes.

"Master"

At the other end of the main hall, the man who couldn't stop his excitement put down the boy and ran back to the familiar embankment, and returned to the place where he began.

......

Zhao Qingrou ran towards the majestic rainy night, messy all the way, and her face was covered with rain. The clothes that walked straight were all wet, the green silk was dyed, and the lonely little girl leaned on an old tree beside her and was stunned, straight and in a daze.

"Li Zhiyu, where are you?"

The little girl was in the middle of Ai Ai, and she couldn't cry a little. So much so that she didn't notice that the wind chimes tied around her waist rang for a while, bringing a burst of aftermath.

"Yo, I should be a girl from someone's family who goes out at night, leaning on the old tree alone and having nothing to rely on. It turned out to be a little girl. Someone said with a smile in an old-fashioned manner.

Zhao Qingrou was uneasy, and she didn't pay much attention to it, checking on others. She was still holding her head and squatting on the ground, thinking about the boy.

"Yo, why are you so rude to the old man. The little girl hasn't seen her for a long time, not to mention her feelings, at least there is a little incense left. The old man with a smile on his face suddenly appeared beside the girl at some point, looking at the little girl with sad eyes in front of him, smiling again and again.

The little girl was in a bad mood, still squatting silently, and she couldn't even raise her head to look at the old man in front of her in the slightest. Still holding on to her trembling knees, she was alone thinking about the shallow stream in her heart.

"Little girl, my old man has come all the way, and it happens that you are not in a good mood. At this time, old friends meet and are in this scene. A short and fat body swept through the layers of rain and squatted on the girl's shoulders impartially.

The night was dark, and the always strong girl couldn't help but feel a little sad.

She stretched out her hand to wipe her eyelids and sobbed: "It is said that Pingshui meets, Pingshui meets." Today, this girl is in this situation, and she is not afraid of you watching. But don't tell that kid, or this girl's fists and kicks won't spare you. ”

Zhao Qingrou sobbed her words, and then turned her tears into laughter.

It turned out that the old man who was not high in cultivation and was proficient in everything turned into a big colorful face looking at the girl and squeezing his eyebrows vigorously, changing a lot of tricks.

"Hmph, don't think that this girl will accept your affection. ”

Zhao Qingrou wiped her little face and stretched out her hand to block the two shallow pear vortices that appeared on her face.

In the distance, the beautiful horse that had walked through countless rivers and mountains neighed, crossed the long road left and right, and galloped to the girl's eyes, snorting.

The repeated warmth flowed out of the horse's nose, blowing the long hair floating on the girl's forehead.

"Beauty. ”

After the boy was left in the house by Liu Zenghui, he never woke up. Still looking groggy and never lifting his head.

The little monk lit the candle flame in the treasure hall, and slowly came towards the side hall. Because it was a rainy night, the little monk walked very carefully. He almost paused, thinking about both the kind and kind master, and the strange but somewhat empathetic dream.

The little monk who has always been distracted is a little depressed for some reason, and he tries hard to recall the joints, but the monk who has always memorized scriptures and has a good memory can never remember. I can't remember the kind master in that strange dream, and I can't remember why I came to this Buddhist hall.

The young man lay quietly and calmed his nerves, smelling the incense in the temple, his mind had returned, and his soul had been settled. When the little monk who added oil carefully added the lamp oil and walked to the top of the treasure hall dedicated to the Buddha's protector, it happened that the boy also woke up from his stupor. The two of them looked directly at one place, but they bumped into Mingyue's arms.

"Who are you, why did you come here to rest?" The little monk Yunse was a little incoherent, and he forgot to call the benefactor Yunyun for a while.

The young man did not answer, but looked around, and only after carefully looking at the general situation of the surroundings did the young man turn his eyes and look at the little monk with the same blank face.

"Donor, why do you rest here!" Yun Se gathered his mind and saluted the young man.

The little monk has a pure conscience, and he has never figured out where the young man came from. The young man who was waiting looked at the drifting rain outside the house and was silent, and the little monk asked tentatively: "Mo Fei, donor, you also have something on your mind, and it is difficult to handle it." ”

The boy swallowed silently, still tilting his head and looking into the distance.

"Donor, the little monk doesn't hide it from the donor, I also had a strange dream before. I dreamed that Master told me a lot of truths. I still feel palpitations when I think about it. He patted his chest and continued to talk to himself: "The donor may not know? Master, he doesn't like words the most, so where did he come from to tell me so much truth." ”

Yunse held her head with her hands, her face full of bitterness.

The young man may have also been intrigued by the little monk's words, he turned around, and asked Yunse with a smile: "Little Master, how can you learn so many scriptures without talking to people." How can you tell that the five aggregates are blazing?"

Yunse may also be full of questions and has nowhere to sue, and the heavy rain is unconscious, so he has to tell the mountain ghosts.

He stretched out a finger in front of his mouth and gestured, "Little donor, this secret is only known to me and Master, you must not tell it outside." ”

After he finished speaking, he approached the boy a little mysteriously, and was about to whisper in the boy's ear when a gust of wind swept in, and a rumbling sound sounded on the roof.

The little monk is deeply aware of the mysteries of Buddhism, and he knows and understands some of the heavenly and human senses than ordinary people, and is much more secretive. At this time, watching the wind rise suddenly, the little monk with a bitter face knelt down in front of the Buddha statue, chanting the scriptures and reciting the Dharma, only saying his sins.

The young man has a lot of time, and he has seen many strange things such as gods and ghosts when he is swimming. Watching the strong wind lift the roof, he didn't feel the difference too much when the autumn wind broke the house. But when he turned to look at the little monk who kowtowed and confessed his mistake, the silent young man was so envious in his heart for some reason. It's like when I first saw a gentleman who was full of money when I didn't know scriptures and poetry books.

Zhao Qingrou stepped onto the familiar beauty horse and galloped all the way. Only when the road passed smoothly would the little girl ask the old man sitting on her shoulder with irrepressible joy: "Do you really know where Li Zhiyu is?"

The little girl was invincible, and her deliberately suppressed tone had an unconcealed joy.

"Of course. The old man is also a spirit that has been formed for a hundred years. Born from the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon, for the induction of mountains and soils, the rivers and rivers are even more understood. Don't say that he is a Li Zhiyu, that is, you, the hundreds of millions of Li commoners of the Chu State, what is that to me?" The short old man with a smug face pursed the corners of his mouth, and it was rare to raise his head and be proud in front of the girl.

However, although the little girl was a little overjoyed when she saw the old man. But there are still some memories of this old man who has made her suffer, and some of them cannot be forgotten. Seeing that he was speechless for a while, the little girl immediately said happily: "It's not a trivial matter!"

The old man happily replied, "Yes, yes!"

Here is a miserable wind and rain, and the horses are galloping wildly. On the other side, the heavens and the earth are shaking, like the mountains collapsing, and the heavens and the earth are about to fall.