A deserted suburb.

In such a quiet night, even the sound of insects can be heard clearly. In a trance, I felt guilty and seemed to have returned to that cool summer night.

But in this tranquility, I was frightened with some fun, and I was afraid that a tractor passed by on the road in the distance would scare the two of them to get under the table.

Thinking of this scene, I felt guilty and laughed.

The guilty expression was really relaxed and naturally without any calculations. It was probably because the tall man lost too much blood and he really had no strength. He snorted coldly and finally withdrew his eyes.

As soon as he released his strength, the tall man directly collapsed to the ground, leaving only the strength to breathe.

The same is true for guilt.

No matter who wants to catch up with him, I will talk about it then. Now he just wants to give this old man a good rest.

He tore off the cassock and wrapped his hands. He felt relieved and fell to the side, chanting the scriptures in his mouth.

After all, it was the sutra of the monk, so naturally it had excellent hypnotic magic. After a few sentences, the tall man couldn't hold it back and fell asleep as soon as his head tilted.

This awakening was so deep, sweet and dreamless, until the sky turned white.

He stretched out his slightly sore waist and twisted his neck, feeling a little strange: after all, in addition to the wet and cold feeling caused by touching the ground, he actually felt extremely relaxed.

When I lifted up my clothes to look at it, my nose, face, swollen ribs were almost broken, and half of them were all gone?!

When I went to search again, the old monk was gone. This old monk seemed to be a bit tricky!

"No, why did you leave! I have something to look for him!"

He was very upset and used to hit his head, which was indeed a burst of pain.

It turns out that my body is good, but my mind is really not easy.

"Oh, I didn't even ask the name of this old bald man!" The tall man was upset.

He touched his head, and it seemed that the monk's robes were still wrapped in the wound. He remembered that the monk bandaged him yesterday.

He pulled the cloth off with excitement and carefulness. He endured the pain. He walked out of the door and saw in the light that a word was sewn with light-colored silk thread on the robe strip with black blood marks.

Heart.

Forget it, if you don’t know, don’t know. But the old man’s accent doesn’t seem to be here, maybe he can find the old monk when he goes to a nearby temple.

When the sun was fully raised, I felt guilty and had already walked out far away.

I still look embarrassed, but I feel guilty but I understand that my heart has changed a lot.

Even people who are so insensitive have discovered that what they used to think they would never do, but now they are easy to do and their faces do not blush.

Walking further south, from the outside, the hats they wore became more sharp, the old monk said something more difficult, and the atmosphere became more depressing.

However, it is difficult for people to change. Similar things have happened many times. The old monk ended one or two in various ways, and the rest were let go.

Based on the local environment, there are many large gangs of people moving, and most of them are on the verge of illegality. In this way, it is very inconvenient to manage local officials. The more they manage, the more chaotic they become, and the more they help evil people, there are often cases. A small number of scum even get in a mess.

At the same time, people receive limited education and are deceived by various scams, and even they are the initiators of scams themselves, which is very common.

At the age of 70, when I was guilty, many things that I felt were difficult to understand actually happened. I was trying my best to suppress my common emotions, but I still felt a little overwhelmed.

Despite this, he still hopes to change the image of some Buddhism being at a disadvantage in people's minds, try to save a few people, and do good deeds for the Buddha before he passes away.

Although it is getting more and more difficult.

Now, the temple he placed orders no longer looked like the Middle Earth Buddhist Temple, but the familiarity of the incense has not changed after burning the incense. This makes people feel at ease.

Looking at the strange scene where you can swing directly to the opposite side with a swing, I felt guilty and knew that he had arrived

The border.

Compared with the depressing towns he passed by, the atmosphere of the New Year in the small town where he stayed at was very strong, which made him even more recall the little things he had in Miaoran Temple for more than 60 years.

I remember that at that time, my junior brother took the lead in being the King of Children. The favorite thing about the monks was the fireworks conference on the mountain. Every year during the Chinese New Year, I must set it up happily. Even if I do more farm work, I have to buy a lot of fireworks to set it down the mountain to do hard work for others.

I wonder if I can catch up with the bells of the new year when I rush back now.

The more I thought about it, the more obvious the smile on the corner of his mouth.

The old monk felt like a mirror in his heart. At this moment, it was time for him to turn around.

It was just inexplicably, he hesitated a little.

Are you going to look back now?

After going out for half a year, he almost stopped for a moment, and went south to the border. Now is the time to look back? How would he describe his half-year experience?

There was no progress at all. He could only make the robe more and more broken, his face became darker and his appearance became more and more unkempt. The most amazing thing is that, as an old monk who has been reciting scriptures for his whole life, he even made some unconventional choices?!

I was shocked to find that I had completely become another person...

He looks like a homeless man, but inside, he is a child full of edges.

Strange, why do you always think this description is a bit like another person?

No no no no!

He shook his head in disbelief.

I'm obviously far from it...

While hesitating, he had no choice but to choose to stay in the temple for the time being.

Only when you figure it out can you leave with peace of mind.

The next morning, I felt guilty and went through morning classes with dozens of monks from the temple. After using a simple breakfast, I took a bowl and a pointed bamboo hat to go out.

He wanted to take a walk around this very lively town first and then make plans.

This town is so peaceful and sunny that his slightly gloomy heart has become much wider.

As we walked, we could see people by the river using semi-primitive methods to make gold. This is hard work, and the faces of those who work are dark. We feel guilty but feel that their lifestyle is simple and rich.

At noon, I was going to look back, but a triangular snake jumped out on the road. I immediately stood still because I felt guilty.

After confronting the snake for a few seconds, fortunately, the snake turned its head first and went in another direction. Only then did he feel a little relieved and instinctively chose another path.

Not long after I left, I heard someone clamoring. As I was arguing, I saw two people raising a man out of the house.

Behind it was a man wearing a gray robe in a sackcloth, sticking to it like a candy.

"Take him to my house." One of the tall ones raised his jaw in one direction.

The short man nodded.

However, Krasper Candy still kept following up and said, "We must go to the Lord God!

"Don't be sniffed..."

"Believe it or not, I shouted!"

I was impatient by his argument, and the three of them started arguing in a low voice.

Although I feel guilty and old, I am a little smarter than ordinary people because I have practiced for a lifetime.

It can be heard that the so-called "Divine Envoy" should be a certain name for Chinese monks. But I always feel that this person does not have the kind of integrity of a practitioner, but is rather purposeful and utilitarian.

Besides, when I looked carefully, the yellow-faced man who was lifted out by them violently did not have any other aura on his body. It seemed that he was not weak because of witchcraft. It was a real disease.

On the other hand, the man in a robe was a bit strangely clean.

Too clean, not very human.

The man in the linen robe made a one-handed Taoist gesture very artificially and insisted: "That was because he did something wrong and needed the purification of the adults."

He seemed very dissatisfied with his statement, and the short man stood on tiptoe and spat at him: "It's a matter of our village when he is sick and has no money to treat him. You don't need your messy shoe teachings!"

"We are for your own good! His disease spread to a village, and you are not all going to get sick!"

Although his tone was half threatening, the smile on the man in the robe was still warm.

Smiling tiger.

However, after hearing what that person said, they supported the man's body and left some unconsciously.

It naturally confirms the strength of his words.

I couldn't stand watching it from a distance, so I showed up in time with guilt, walked forward, closed my hands and said, "Sir? What kind of adult is it? Why not take me to take a look."

The person wearing a robe listened to someone's words and turned around.

But as soon as he saw his appearance, his smile disappeared.

He looked at him, then looked at the two hostile people, and suddenly seemed to have been greatly insulted, and the robe suddenly said, "Sir, don't see outsiders, let alone how do you know if you are going to steal the master!"

After saying that, he left.

The three people who stayed were all a little puzzled.

Why can't I admit that I was at a disadvantage? Or, he has other plans...

The shorter one probably saw that he was kind-hearted, or maybe he seemed to be inconsistent with the one in the robe. When he left, he began to talk to himself and explain to the strange old monk who was a little confused.

"Master, they are not people from the village, they are from there." As he said that, he pointed to the other side of the boundary line with guilt.

I felt guilty and understood, so I just talked to him.
To be continued...