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A leaf knows autumn, is an idiom, from a leaf to fall, know that autumn is coming.

What does it mean to be a name?

Lin Lan didn't know, because when he asked the Illusory Divine Monk, the Illusory Divine Monk had already closed his eyes and entered meditation.

"Yiye Zhiqiu?" Lin Lan secretly wondered in her heart, thinking: "This senior master should be surnamed Qiu!"

He led the horse to the yard of a farmhouse.

This kind of yard is a very common yard style in the countryside, with mud as walls, thatch as roofs, wood as beams and columns, three houses, and a half-person-high mud fence.

There were two vegetable patches in front of the yard, and an old farmer was barefoot, squatting in the field, rolling up his trouser legs and sleeves of coarse fabric, and holding a sickle in his rough, yellow hands, mowing the grass and tending the fields.

The old peasant's hair was sparse and white as snow, he was already in his old age, and he was not neatly tied, but he was casually and fluffily tied on the top of his head, and a polished and yellowed wooden hairpin was inserted.

The horse led by Lin Lan hung a bell, and he didn't look back when he came here, as if his ears were deaf and he didn't hear it, and he was busy working.

Lin Lan frowned slightly, looked at the yard, and then looked at the old farmer in the vegetable field in front of the yard.

The place where the "old man Qiu" lived was here, and the surname Qiu was a rare surname, so it was easy to inquire and should not be wrong.

It's just that......

The old man in front of him, how can he not look like a senior master in the martial arts!

Lin Lan was suspicious, and asked respectfully: "Uncle, the kid is polite, dare to ask the old man if he is called 'Old Man Qiu'?"

Lin Lan's attitude was respectful and her voice was gentle.

The old farmer ignored him, as if he hadn't heard his voice.

"Old man......" Lin Lan shouted again, still the same.

Lin Lan's brows couldn't help frowning, patted the horse's neck gently, and said, "Stay there and don't run around." ”

The horse snorted, and rubbed its head against his hand, as if he understood his words.

Lin Lan let go of the reins, carefully avoided the vegetable seedlings, walked to the old farmer's side, and asked again very respectfully, "Old man......"

The old peasant saw his existence now, stopped the work in his hand, looked up at him with a displeased face, and said, "Boy, don't you always ask the same question?"

The old farmer has a white beard that is more than four inches long, and it is already very sparse!

Lin Lan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he had heard his previous inquiry, and he didn't answer himself, so he probably didn't want to talk to himself!

"Go away, go away!" the old farmer spoke, and the sickle tapped lightly on Lin Lan's shoes, and said in a disgusted tone: "Don't delay my work here." ”

Lin Lan smiled, he had a kind temperament, he only said that he had indeed disturbed others, apologized, and said a sorry word, and the person retreated at the same time and stood in the ditch in the middle of the vegetable field.

The old farmer continued to work and ignored Lin Lan.

Lin Lan was confident that he was not looking for the wrong place, and he thought that strange people must have strange deeds, and he was already sure that this old farmer was the senior master who the master ordered to visit!

The other party was a senior master of the same generation as his teacher, and Lin Lan was very respectful, and he didn't dare to disturb when he stood aside.

The old farmer didn't drive him away, but only worked on his own.

Lin Lan stood for about a tea time, and when he saw fine sweat coming out of the old farmer's forehead, he raised his head sideways and wiped the sweat on his sleeves, and couldn't help but be quite embarrassed, and said in his heart: "Why is he an old man working, but I, a young man of the younger generation, stand aside and stand by?"

rolled up his sleeves, stepped forward and said, "Senior Qiu, you can rest, let the kid do this work!" As he spoke, Lin Lan reached out to take the sickle in his hand.

"Get out, get out!" didn't want the old farmer to lose his temper, his left arm blocked, pushed, and said, "What do you kid know?"

Lin Lan bent down to get the sickle, although he did not carry the internal force, but he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he practiced in Shaolin and worked diligently.

However, being pushed casually by this old farmer, Lin Lan only felt a strong force coming, staggered under his feet, took two or three steps back, fell into the ditch with his left heel, tripped up, and almost sat on the ground with an embarrassed butt.

I was kind enough to help, but I was scolded "Get out!", and I was treated rudely, and I almost made a fool of myself, if I were someone else, no matter how good my temper was, I was afraid that I would be angry!

But Lin Lan was stunned and not angry, he was shocked by the old farmer's skills, and at the same time his heart was overjoyed: "Ha, since this old farmer has such skills, then there is no doubt that he must be 'a leaf knows autumn' and 'autumn old man'!"

"The junior Lin Lan, on the order of the family master Phantom Monk, came to visit the old Qiu seniors. Lin Lan bowed, saluted very respectfully, and said.

The old farmer was really the old man in Qiu, he didn't deny it, he continued to work with the sickle, wiped the sweat on his forehead and wiped it on his sleeve, snorted twice when he heard the words, and said: "The phantom old monk is not dead yet!"

Lin Lan was stunned for a moment, looking embarrassed, and said, "Family teacher...... Well, he's still healthy. ”

Old Man Qiu asked, "How much can he eat in one meal?"

Lin Lan said: "The family teacher cultivates Bodhi meditation and only eats one date a day. "Bodhi meditation is a very profound internal skill of Shaolin Temple!

The Heart Sutra says: "When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-contemplation, when he walks deep into Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all sufferings and sufferings...... and the so-called "deep practice" here refers to meditation.

The phantom monk once told Lin Lan that this Bodhi meditation was written by a Taoist monk in Shaolin during the Northern Song Dynasty......

"Hahaha!~" Qiu Laohan couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Your master is far inferior to me! The old man has to eat three meals a day, and he has to have wine and meat for every meal!haha!~"

Wine and meat......

Lin Lan was extremely embarrassed, his master Phantom Monk was a monk, how could he eat wine and meat?

Old Man Qiu glanced at him sideways, saw him with a sullen face, and was in a good mood, and said, "I knew that the phantom old monk called you here, hey, who knows that I am here except for him in this river and lake?"

Lin Lan didn't know the friendship between him and the master, and only said: "Before the juniors left the temple, the master instructed that the juniors must come to visit the seniors, saying that they had not seen their old friends for more than 40 years, and they were very worried. ”

Old Man Qiu was slightly stunned, sighed lightly, then shook his head, and said, "How can your master be concerned about his old friend when he cultivates that empty meditation? Alas, alas, thinking about his old friend is attachment, bonding, and karma. ”

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