"Haha! Thief monk, you steal so much wine!" Jiu Qianqian's laughter echoed in the woods, and Carefree also sat on the ground, smelling the aroma of each poured wine, discerning the curative effect of those wines.

"The old monk said that some things are stolen by love! I am cheating!"

"It's reasonable to steal other people's things, how can your master teach you blindly!" she sat down as she spoke, picked up a jar of wine from the ground, and took two sips.

"This wine is so astringent, but it tastes sweet, what kind of wine is this!" asked Jiu Qianqian, "What you have in your hand should be a wine that can relieve mental fatigue." Worry-free said.

"Puff" Jiu Qianqian spit it out and laughed: "Look at your serious nonsense, just laughing, don't men say that wine can relieve mental fatigue?" Haha!" Seeing her appearance, Wuwu couldn't help but touch his bald head helplessly, and said: "The wine brewed by the wine fairy Ouyang Spring is all ingenious, your wine is not fragrant enough, the mouth is astringent, but it is sweet and flavorful, like hope in a desperate situation, giving people the illusion of relaxation, and achieving the effect of healing the spirit." Carefree explained.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to know so much as a little monk in Qingfeng Temple!" said Jiu Qianqian with a smile.

Worry-free, but his heart was stunned, and he was secretly sad, "These are all taught to me by the old monk." As he spoke, he took a sip of the wine in his hand and said, "I just realized that the old monk taught me a lot!" and spilled the wine on the ground, "Oh, I forgot, the old monk doesn't like to drink." As he spoke, he stopped pouring his wine. He took another sip, the wine in his hand was to treat the wound, and slowly the wound on his body became less painful.

Jiu Qianqian was very curious about the old monk in his mouth, and often heard him mention it, she could vaguely guess that it was his master, but she was very curious about other things, but she knew that she shouldn't ask now. Just looked at him distressedly from the sidelines.

"I know you're curious. "The old monk is my master, I was an orphan when I was a child, the old monk saved me and taught me to worship the Buddha, and he himself did not like to worship the Buddha." Carefree smiled, smiled happily.

He said that Buddhism should not be confined to form, but should be kept in the heart, such as chanting sutras, and he didn't like it, and I didn't like it. Carefree said, taking another sip of wine. Jiu Qianqian listened silently. But then the old monk suddenly passed away. He took a sip as he spoke. "Just for a scripture, he said he didn't want to recite it!" said Carefree heartbreakingly. He took another sip of wine.

"Is that the scripture you asked?" said Jiu Qianqian. Carefree didn't speak, but closed his eyes and drank the wine, this time stopping and drinking.

After a while, Wuwu slowly fell asleep, the empty wine jar fell to the ground, making a "bang" sound, Wuwu also fell straight down, but fortunately Qianqian reacted quickly to hold him, and Wuwu still muttered in his mouth: "I know the death of the old monk, just for me, so that I can become a Buddha from a demon, but without you, what can I do if I become a Buddha! I just want to be a little monk in Qingfeng Temple, and a big disciple of Master Zen Forget." ”

"Little monk?" Jiu Qianqian asked tentatively, to see if he really slept instead of having an old injury, she screamed, and Wuwu continued to say in her dream: "Even if I know, what can I do, I still have to figure it out, I want to know everything, even if everything is exactly the same as I expected!" Jiu Qianqian found that there was water on her hand, and if she looked closely, it turned out to be worry-free tears, which slipped down on her hand.

"Old monk, I miss you without worry!" In the end, Wuwu said a word, and then fell asleep, and this made Jiu Qianqian's heart shock, she remembered her mother, that day Jiu Yuqian said ruthlessly: "The female monk escaped!"

The wine jar on the ground is still placed on the ground, dozens of jars are greatly lowered, the wine bottle is written with a brewing word, and a little cool breeze blows in the woods from time to time, making it extra cool here, with a special wine aroma, which makes people intoxicated, unconsciously, Jiu Qianqian thought about it and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, when Jiu Qianqian opened her eyes, the worry-free was gone, and the wine jar on the ground was also taken away. She immediately stood up and looked around in a panic, looking for Carefree's figure, she turned her head sharply, only to see Carefree looking at him behind her.

"Awake?" asked Wuwu, "You're scared me to death!" Jiu Qianqian cried urgently, and at that moment he had the illusion of gaining and losing. She stepped forward and hugged Wuwu, and said with a smile: "Donor, I'm a monk, and besides, we met before we got drunk, so don't be so excited!"

"You want to care, why did you say you just went there?" asked Jiu Qianqian.

"Master, it's this forest, and the master said that you can bury it here. Suddenly, not far away, there was the voice of a young man and a maid, who was talking to the people in the carriage, and the maid was holding a child in her hand.

A voice came from the car: "Just bury it here!" The voice was very sad, and it was a little hoarse, and he said this sentence helplessly.

The family members were not idle, and began to dig a pit, and a man of forty or fifty years old got out of the car, and after he got out of the car, he slowly walked to the side, and walked very far, almost to the edge of the cliff.

"What are they doing?" asked Jiu Qianqian, shaking her head as the two hid behind a tree and watched.

I saw a small pit that was dug after a while, and the man went to call the middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, and after a while the middle-aged man walked back to Ali, he gently took the child in the maid's arms, and gently put the child into the pit, everything was so careful, it could be seen that his eyes were full of tears.

"Monk, they are burying the children, go and stop them!" Jiu Qianqian exclaimed. Carefree grabbed her and said, "It's dead!"

Jiu Qianqian's face also stiffened, she died at such a young age, and her body was not yet full moon! The two continued to watch, and the family had already begun to fill in the soil, and the soil would be filled in after a while. At this time, the man suddenly began to cry, and the family members also showed regretful expressions and were silent, and at the same time, one of the family members took out the tombstone they brought and stood on the mound.

The man was still crying, there was no sound just silent tears, but it was very depressed, Jiu Qianqian also saw it, and after a while, the man approached the grave, stood there, and said softly: "Little baby, you don't have a name yet, so I can only set up a monument for you." At this time, the man handed over the brush dripping with ink, and the man waited for the ink to drip evenly, and then wrote a line on the stone tablet, and after standing for a long time, he left.

Soon Wuwu and Jiu Qianqian came out of the woods, walked to the stele, and saw that it was written: "I have a son late, I don't cry or make trouble, I am less than a month in the world, I am two or three taels of gold and silver, and I am quite dissatisfied with the world, and I return to it." ”

Both of them were shocked speechless, for a long time worry-free pinching the Buddha beads for him to recite the scriptures, I don't know how long it took to read, worry-free before he spoke: "I encounter sorrow in the world, how can it be like that!"