Poor monk is awesome

Chapter 115

Jiujie took Nie Hongling and quietly left the small mountain village at night.

The two traveled in Xunfang City for a month. They ate wild game when they were hungry, and drank spring water when they were thirsty.

Jiujie made a small wooden boat with a cabin sheltered from the rain, and a small stove was burning inside, and a pot of fish soup was boiled on the stove.

Nie Hongling was sitting by the stove, smelling the fragrance, and humming comfortably, while Jiu Jie was standing on the bow of the boat, wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat.

The two went down the river, admiring the scenery along the way.

The cool breeze is blowing head-on, with a subtle fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed.

"Little brother, it will be fine if you stay like this for the rest of your life." Nie Hongling sat on the bow of the boat, propped her head on one hand, and looked at Jiu Jie who was punting ahead with a smile.

"If you like, it can be like this forever." Jiu Jie, who was punting the boat, said lightly.

"Okay, okay, I want to be like this forever, until I'm 70 years old." Nie Hongling said happily.

"Why 70 years old?" Jiu Jie asked curiously.

"The fortune teller in the small mountain village said that I can live to be 80 years old." Nie Hongling counted with her fingers: "I want my little brother to accompany me to travel around the mountains and rivers until I am 70 years old, and then I will spend the remaining ten years quietly looking for myself. Let’s stay somewhere, and I’ll ask my little brother to cook some delicious food for me.”

"Haha, you little foodie." Jiu Jie smiled and shook his head.

The boat drifted into the river along the stream, and the two sat in the cabin, eating the fat and tender fish and drinking the delicious fish soup.

Jiujie opened a jar of fruit wine, took out a shaved wooden bowl, and poured out a bowl, which was brewed by Nie Hongling from wild fruits picked by Nie Hongling. It tasted sweet and mellow, with a faint fruity aroma.

Jiu Jie drank it on his own, but Nie Hongling insisted on drinking too, so Jiu Jie had to pour half a bowl for her.

"Girls should drink less alcohol."

There was a fishing boat on the river, and an old man with a white beard was sitting on the fishing boat, dressed like a fisherman, with a wine gourd hanging on his body.

The other fishermen were fishing with their nets, but this old man was fishing with a fishing rod, and he sang while fishing:
"Sing when you get it, and rest when you lose it, worry about it and hate it. Sometimes you must have it in your life, and there is no time in your life. Don't force it."

Jiu Jie thought the old man was very interesting, so he walked out of the cabin with the wine bowl, and pushed the boat over with one hand.

Jiujie was wearing a coir raincoat, raised his wine bowl and toasted the fisherman from a distance, and shouted, "Brother, do you want to have a drink?"

"Hehe, the old man is here, come and drink." The old man untied the wine gourd from his waist, and took a sip into his mouth, Jiu Jie also drank the wine in the bowl.

The two of them exhaled a long breath at the same time and smiled at each other.

Jiujie turned around and entered the cabin, took out a jar of unopened fruit wine, and threw it to the old man: "Brother, try my fruit wine."

The old man easily caught the wine jar past the robe with one hand, uncovered the wine mud marks, and a faint fruity scent wafted out.

The old man sniffed, looked at Jiu Jie and said with a smile: "Good wine."

Then the old man threw his wine gourd to Jiu Jie, who was firmly caught by Jiu Jie.

"Taste the old man's fine wine, too."

Jiu Jie holds the wine gourd, and from the mouth of the gourd, he can see that the wine inside is as clear as amber, but it smells like amber, but there is no smell at all.

Without hesitation, Jiu Jie poured a mouthful directly into his mouth, closed his eyes and felt carefully.

It was like swallowing a mouthful of flame, burning up in the throat.

bitter

spicy

Such a strong wine, such a bitter wine, such a nasty wine!
Jiu Jie frowned, and then eased down.

After the spirit in the throat melted, a sweet taste came from the tongue.

Bitterness turns sweet, strong intentions turn soft.

At the same time, a strong pure white power erupted in the abdomen, soft and refreshing, spreading to the whole body, making Jiu Jie feel as if he was in the air.

This kind of power is not spiritual power, but it is stronger than spiritual power.

This feeling of extreme comfort all over the body made Jiu Jie couldn't help moaning.

"Good wine!" Jiu Jie opened his eyes, and there was a flash of admiration in his eyes.

"Haha, this wine is the old man's favorite. It is like life after bitterness." The old man laughed loudly, looked at Jiujie and said, "Little brother, life is like a dream, and it is a great pleasure to be happy in this dreamland. , after all, there are so many troubles outside."

Jiu Jie was surprised when he heard the words, heard the meaning of the old man's words, and asked tentatively: "Brother, do you know this is a dream?"

"Don't you know, little friend?" The old man looked at Jiu Jie and nodded with a smile.

"Then how did the senior get in? Do you know how to get out?" Jiu Jie was a little puzzled, he entered this dreamland in a daze.

This dream was extremely real. I didn't know how I got in, nor how to get out. Looking at the old man's appearance, I must know this dream very well.

"That's how you got in, that's how the old man got in. Hey, a fish has been hooked." As the old man said, he swung his fishing rod up, and a golden-red carp was thrown onto the fishing boat.

The old man grabbed the carp that was alive and kicking on the boat and put it into the bamboo basket behind him.

"I caught a fish today, it's time for me to leave." The old man put away his fishing rod and stood up.

"Thank you for the wine, little friend." The old man shook the wine jar in his hand.

"Uh...Senior, you haven't told me how to leave the dreamland yet." Jiujie asked quickly when he saw that the old man was about to leave.

"Give me back my wine gourd." The old man put down the wine jar and said to Jiujie, who obediently threw the wine gourd to the old man.

"Little friend, there will be a time later." The old man took the wine gourd and hung it on his waist again, waved his hand towards Jiujie, propped up the pole of the boat, and the fishing boat slowly drifted away.

"Senior..." Jiu Jie still wanted to ask about getting out of the dream.

"It's over, there's nothing to worry about, it's time to go out." The old man's voice came from afar.

"No worries..." Jiu Jie murmured.

"Little brother, that old man is so strange." Nie Hongling came out of the cabin, looked at the old fisherman with only his back, and said to Jiu Jie.

Jiujie looked at Nie Hongling, smiled and said nothing.

Nie Hongling looked at Jiu Jie, and felt that after he and the old man said a bunch of things he didn't understand, he became a little different.

"Continue, eat, drink and have fun!" Jiu Jie suddenly reached out and rubbed Nie Hongling's head, and said loudly.

"Okay." Nie Hongling nodded happily.

. . . . . .

Foggy City

More than 60 years later, Nie Hongling has become an 80-year-old woman with silver-white hair, but there are not many wrinkles around her eyes, and she always has a happy smile on her face.

Beside her stood a handsome young man with no eyebrows or hair.

The two of them stood on the street of Kirigakure City.

"Little brother, I want to eat sugar figurines, so I can buy one for the rabbit thief." The old woman pointed to a stall full of sugar figurines on the side of the road, her voice coquettish.

More than 60 years have passed, she is old, but Jiujie is still young.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you." Jiu Jie reached out and rubbed the head of Nie Hongling who had turned into an old woman, and went to the stall to buy two candy figurines, one in the shape of a rabbit and one in the shape of a little girl.

Nie Hongling took the sugar figure and smiled happily.

Pedestrians passing by looked at this scene and thought it was absurd.

The two didn't care at all, and returned to a small courtyard after shopping.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, a purple rabbit jumped out happily and jumped into Nie Hongling's arms.

"Haha, rabbit thief, my little brother bought you a sugar figurine, a little rabbit sugar figurine." Nie Hongling happily patted the rabbit's head.

Jiujie looked at the purple-haired rabbit and was speechless. They met this rabbit on the way to settle in Wuyin City, and they squatted on the side of the road waiting for them. He really didn't know how this guy came into the dream, or It's been in for a long time, it's only now coming to itself.

The two of them and one rabbit lived a happy life, and Jiujie did the same as he had promised Nie Hongling decades ago. Over the years when he settled down, he tried different ways to cook delicious food for her every day, and his cooking skills improved a lot.

Three months later, a soft moonlit night.

Nie Hongling was lying on the bed, holding Jiu Jie's hand, and said with a smile: "Brother, the fortune teller in the small mountain village was really accurate. Hong Ling really lived to be 80 years old."

Jiujie sat by the bed, patted Nie Hongling's head, but didn't speak.

"Little brother, if there is an afterlife, Hongling will still be your sister, and you will still be my brother."

Nie Hongling let go of Jiu Jie's hand, and gently touched Jiu Jie's face.

As the candlelight flickered, Nie Hongling lowered her hands and closed her eyes with a smile.

"You are my younger sister, and I will always be your elder brother, Xiao Hongling." Jiujie looked at Nie Hongling who was smiling peacefully on the bed and said softly.

The dream is shattered, everything dissipates.

Jiujie found that everything in front of him disappeared, and he fell into darkness.

There is a little light in the distance ahead, and Jiu Jie walks towards the light.

After walking into the bright light, Jiu Jie was so stung by the white light that he couldn't open his eyes, feeling that his feet were empty and he was falling in the bright light.

When Jiu Jie felt that his eyes could be opened, he opened them slowly.

What came into my eyes was a huge black vortex, and I looked down to find a little white-haired girl hugging her tightly on her arm, and a purple-haired rabbit on her lap, and a huge black and white vortex under her feet.

I returned to the Hundred Ghosts Inn by myself.

wake up!

(End of this chapter)