"Brother Yifan, don't pull it, take a closer look, what is that thing?" the little monk said. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

How could Zhuo Yifan listen to his words, he still took care of himself.

The little monk shook his head helplessly, and said loudly: "Brother Yifan, what you see is the shadow of a tree blown by the wind, not a monster!"

Zhuo Yifan pulled hard twice, and suddenly heard the word "tree shadow", he couldn't help but be stunned, and stopped pulling in an instant.

"Tree shadow?" Zhuo Yifan's face was full of suspicion.

"Yes, look!" said the little monk Huya and proudly pointed out to him.

Zhuo Yifan looked in the direction of Huya's finger, and really found a few tall and tall trees, swaying left and right with the direction of the wind.

He slowly moved his distant gaze from the trees, and only then did he realize that the black shadow was the shadow of the tallest tree among them.

"No wonder the wind is blowing, the shadow is shaking very strongly, I thought it was the wind brought by the black shadow!" Zhuo Yifan took a deep breath and calmed down instantly.

"Brother Yifan, how could you be scared like this by the shadow of the tree!" the little monk Huya said curiously.

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he was also stunned, usually he was very bold, how could he be frightened by this shadow, incredible.

He thought for a moment, and then he remembered the dream, because the dream was so similar to the black shadow, as if the dream was not a dream, as if it really existed, which made him unable to distinguish between the dream and reality, and also led to this false alarm.

"Oh, I had a dream when I was asleep just now!"

Zhuo Yifan just said it briefly, and didn't say what he dreamed of, because he was frightened, he couldn't necessarily say it clearly, so why mention it again.

And the little monk Huya didn't ask, he wasn't in that kind of dream, and he didn't have that feeling. As for dreams, for monks, they are all ethereal things, and he naturally doesn't want to be curious.

"Brother Yifan, why are you asleep here!" said the little monk Huya in surprise.

Zhuo Yifan was also helpless for a while, "I don't complain about the second senior brother, let me chop wood and carry water, it's not too tiring, I plan to rest here for a while, who knows that I didn't stop sleeping, but fell asleep!"

"Hey, this second senior brother, it's really too much. The little monk Huya said indignantly.

Seeing that the little monk Huya was angry, Zhuo Yifan was relieved a lot, in order not to affect the mood of the two, he hurriedly changed the topic and said: "Senior Brother Huya, it's so late, why did you come here!"

"I didn't see your shadow at dinner, so I went to look for you, but it turned out that your room was also empty, and I was worried that something would happen to you, so I finally found this place. The little monk replied.

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he was very moved, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior Brother Huya, you are still good to me!"

"Hehe......" Monk Huya smiled stupidly on his small face, and then said: "Brother Yifan, I put some food in your room, you haven't eaten at night, hurry up and go back to eat!"

At this time, Zhuo Yifan was moved again, except for his parents who cared about his food, clothing and housing, few people really cared about him so much.

"Senior Brother Huya, you are so good, I'm really hungry now. ”

The little monk touched his bald head and said with a smile: "Let's go, go back to eat." ”

"Hmm. Zhuo Yifan replied happily.

And so the two left.

At this time, a figure slowly walked out from behind the tree, his white beard and bald head, wrapped in a white robe, reflecting the moonlight, his white robe, emitting a dazzling white light.

He took it step by step, very slowly, but also steadily.

Coming out from behind the tree, his eyes looked directly at the distant backs of the two of them, and never left.

In his eyes, a glint flickered, like a stormy wave in the deep sea.

He looked back at the direction of the mountain behind him, his heart sank, and he muttered, "Demon, are you going to reappear in the world again!"

His gaze lingered there for a few breaths, his expression looked very solemn, and his gaze dimmed a lot, and then he sighed lightly.

"Amitabha, what a sin. The white-robed monk shook his head helplessly.

Then the sleeves of the shirt flicked, a gust of wind rose, and it disappeared in an instant, without a trace.

At this time, in the back mountain, there was a burst of sinister laughter, no less than eight or nine voices, listening carefully with the emphasis of various animals, they mixed with each other, and finally converged into one sentence.

"Haha...... We've been sleepy for so long, we're coming out!"

They say the same thing, but the intonation and tone of each voice are different, and if there is one thing that is the same, it is that there is a gloomy hatred in each tone.

......

Zhuo Yifan staggered back to his residence, this is a wooden house, the room is not very big, except for a table with broken corners, two stools, the biggest object is the wooden bed by the wall.

Zhuo Yifan looked around, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile, the brocade bed at home didn't sleep, but he wanted to stay here, what was it that made him fascinated?

"Fortunately, this place is much stronger than the Yongde Inn, if I had to choose, I would rather choose here. ”

Zhuo Yifan laughed at himself, and his heart gradually calmed down a lot.

When a person encounters a bad thing, he thinks about another thing that was even worse in the past, and then he will find that the latter thing may not be a very bad thing, but if it is compared with the good things in the past, it is indeed not a good thing.

Therefore, the good and bad of a thing cannot be manifested in itself, it is all compared with each other, and the difference between good and bad lies in the reference standard of comparison.

And Zhuo Yifan is like this, the conditions of living now, compared with the conditions at home, cannot be worse. But compared to the Yongde Inn, he felt very happy, it was at least a complete house, with a bed to sleep in, bedding to cover, and food, and most importantly, no scary old man who didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost.

Zhuo Yifan restrained his mind, and saw that there was really some food on the table, so he sat on the stool next to him and snorted unscrupulously at the food on the table.

Although it is not a delicacies of the mountains and seas, for him who is hungry, it is sweeter and more delicious than the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

After some gobbling up, the food on the table was basically gone, and he burped a few times, wiped his mouth again, and then slowly got up. As he continues to adapt to the harsh environment, the son-in-law who seemed to be very Sven at the beginning has gone farther and farther.

"It's so comfortable to eat!"

He turned and stretched, and when he saw that the futon was already laid out, he threw himself on the bed, and a happy expression spread over his face, as if he had never enjoyed it so much.

The happiest thing in life is to be able to eat when you are hungry, to have a comfortable bed to sleep in when you are sleepy, and to have a ...... when you want to be a soft girl

At this time, Zhuo Yifan is this happy person, because he has the first two things, and he doesn't need the third one very much at this time.

As soon as he stuck to the bed, he quickly fell asleep.

...... (To be continued.) )