A squeak.

With a long sound to the end, a clanging sound gradually made another sound, and you could tell that it was a very heavy thing moving.

It was a door that was pushed open.

Because the door has not been oiled for a long time and the door is too heavy, it turns back to make such chilling sounds once it is about to push the door.

At this time, you must let the door hit to the end so that the sunlight outside the door can be successfully penetrated in front of you.

Light up this dim Buddhist temple.

It is said to be a Buddhist temple, but it is just a humble room and a low table.

Only Buddha is like a Buddha, and one old monk who has entered into meditation.

Today is not a sunny day, but the mountains are always sunny. The autumn is clear and cool, and it is already time to wear cotton clothes in the morning and evening.

The child shivered.

It will take two months to reach the coldest time of the year. At that time, it is the hardest to get water and wash clothes. However, since you have become a monk, as the master said, everything belongs to the Buddha, and these itchy little hands were also given to the Buddha.

The child who came in with a tray was careful and wearing cloth shoes. His robe almost covered his feet. It was so dissatisfied that it was so big for a child, and it was still old.

The child carefully walked into the door with his old robe and looked at the monk sitting in the middle of the room.

The monks don’t know how old they are, and their wrinkles are carved into their bones.

He narrowed his eyes, as if he was entering a state of meditation, but his body did not feel any ups and downs. He looked like the Buddha statue behind him, silent.

"Ahem. Abbot, I brought you some tofu soup, you haven't been to the dinner hall for two days."

He spoke just to make himself less afraid.

The child swallowed, and his heart was filled with a stimulus. He held the tray close to the old abbot. On the table next to the old abbot, he put down the tray.

On the table, there was also a bowl of untouched tofu soup.

Suddenly, the old monk who had not moved suddenly took a cold breath and opened his eyes.

"What day is it?"

His voice was hoarse, like a ghost wandering in the Buddhist temple. He didn't scare the little monk who was tiptoed out of his body.

"ah!"

The little monk didn't stop at once, and took two steps back. Fortunately, he stopped after two steps back.

He patted his chest comfortably: "Amitabha, I'm so scared so many times a day, but I'm not used to it."

The old man raised his eyelids, and he seemed to notice that this was a face that was exactly the same as the little monk who appeared in the two yuan shop thousands of miles away.

"Huiyun."

The old abbot's voice was so old and hoarse. When it sounded again, it would inevitably make the little monk's heart tremble.

Still that way, still the familiar old abbot.

He shook his head helplessly, put down the plate in his hand, and put down the horror in his heart. He clasped his hands together and bowed, saying, "Old abbot, I am Huifan. My younger brother, oh no, it's the junior brother Huiyun who had already gone down the mountain to find uncle master two days ago."

"Uncle Master?"

The old abbot seemed a little confused about this title.

Now, even the monk was not able to understand. He hurriedly bowed and asked, "This is your order, saying that he would go to the foot of the mountain to find Master Ningning and invite her to attend our Dao Festival."

The little monk is Huifan, the brother of Huiyun, who is really worried about his younger brother. He is even more worried about the old abbot's order a few days ago, which is also the old man's whim, which is a joke.

Perhaps, the old abbot really seemed to be what the doctor they found down the mountain said. His memory was retreating, and he was slowly recalling the past inappropriately, and then mixing the memories with the present time.

Old abbot, you will eventually forget us, Miaoran Temple, and Chengxin Zen.

Even, is the Buddha behind you?

Huifan didn't dare to think about it.

I can't figure it out either.

He looked up and a Buddha with a round face sat behind the old abbot. It was a Bodhisattva that was not recorded in any Buddhist scriptures, or in other words, a Bodhisattva that had never been recorded in the hundreds of Buddhist scriptures hidden in their small temple.

But can't all Bodhisattvas in the world worship? In short, seeing them, Amitabha Buddha is right. The old abbot always says this.

He bowed to the Buddha statue.

"Oh, yes, yes. It's my command. Amitabha."

The old abbot seemed to finally remember his orders, sighed a long time ago, and recited the Buddha's name. It seemed that there was something to say.

His old eyes looked into the distance. He didn't know how far he was looking.

Whether it transcends temples, mountains, and even national borders.

Huifan was young and couldn't help but sigh softly as if the old abbot was.

How much does the old abbot remember? His condition was so repeated. He came to Cunshan Hall a week ago. Although he was meditating in seclusion, he didn't even move food like now, and the lights were not turned off all night.

There is another thing that he is a little hard to say. That is: Another uncle left yesterday. They didn't even dare to report it to the old abbot.

"Hui Mian, there is something hidden in your heart."

"I am Huifan, old abbot..." He was naturally helpless when he was remembered by the wrong name. Besides, he couldn't help but feel unable to control his expression when he was thinking about things. But it was true that he was seen through.

The old abbot smiled at this, not seemingly caring about small things like he remembered the wrong name.

He just asked patiently and kindly, "Tell me," as he did on weekdays, "

"yes."

The child hesitated for a moment and said, "You once said that this year's Enlightenment Festival is a big day every ten years, so it naturally needs to be held in advance. Huifan dared not refuse to follow.

But Huifan is unclear, where did this uncle Ningning come from?"

The old abbot smiled: "I have explained it. You have not listened carefully."

Huifan was a little anxious about the old abbot's denial. He heard it. He was so busy: "But the little monk felt that she was not a Buddhist for many years, nor had she studied Buddhism."

"You can learn Buddhism, and you can understand it, and you don't understand it if you don't learn it. Go and copy the scriptures you are learning three times to your senior brother."

After saying that, the old monk moved his gaze away from his little pointed face.

"yes."

Huifan was almost crying.

"There is also an abbot, I am the senior brother in this generation." He pouted, and after adding this important information in a depressing manner, he lowered his head and left.

At this moment, the old monk's voice rang behind him.

"You still haven't listened to the speech of me seriously. Hui Bing.

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"The little monk... is willing to listen to the teachings all the time." Huifan's little monk has completely given up any version of self-introduction.

But he was still worried that no one would rather see the old abbot than him.

I heard that when I was a child, the old abbot stood in the yard and personally agreed to adopt them by his parents. Otherwise, they would definitely be sent directly to the small river that everyone in the village knew well because of their parents' rebirth. They didn't even have the chance to see all kinds of things in this world, and then they entered the cycle of reincarnation.

He leaned his head and saw that the old abbot had not replied and closed his eyes again. He had to accept his fate and pick up his tofu soup and go out.

Unexpectedly, the old abbot spoke again: "You said, now Huiyun is so precious with the token, will everything go smoothly?"

"Old abbot, Buddha will bless him." Huifan was not even sure about his own words.

"I hope."

The old abbot lowered his head, looked at the tofu soup on the table, thought of something, touched his stomach, and suddenly said in confusion: "It's also strange. I always feel applauding in my belly these two days, this tofu..."

"What, what's wrong?"

Oh! Huifan's heart tightened and he was so scared that he stuttered.

Tofu, I happened to leave the old man who made tofu two days ago. These days, the brothers and sisters discussed making tofu by imitating the uncle. I was afraid that the master would not eat it and his stomach would be damaged, so I would not eat it.

The old abbot saw that he was a little panicked, but he just smiled kindly, and his eyelids were slightly closed.

I didn't answer anymore.

"Do you feel tired?"

Amid the child's confusion, the old abbot closed his eyes with a smile and his body stopped moving.

No, no.

Huifan's heart became tight.

He swallowed, walked forward with a small step, and with a little nervousness, he closed his hands and recited the Buddha's name: "Old abbot, forgive Huifan for being rude."

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and partly stretched out his fingers among the old abbot.

The old abbot suddenly shivered and then sucked his saliva.

"Ah! Where did you say it."

"Ouch!" Huifan was so scared that he almost bit his tongue. He sat down on the ground.
To be continued...