wooden fish

"Benefactor, benefactor." Disturbed by the tranquility, the white-faced young man jumped off the tree trunk without anger, and was about to scold the young monk who didn't know what to do, only to find that he was holding a broken bowl and handed it to him.The white noodle niche took the porridge that was getting clearer and clearer, but felt full even after drinking clear water.The unhappiness in my stomach was washed away by the clean water, and it dissipated.The white-faced young man began to like this dull little monk.Nothing else, just a few bowls of porridge.

Watching the little monk staggering away with the bowl in hand, the white-faced Xiaosheng chased after him and wrote "you" on his back.

"The color has already been eaten, the benefactor does not need to worry about it."

This little monk is quite clever, knowing what to ask before he finishes writing.The white-faced boy was about to praise the little monk, but the little monk had already disappeared in front of his eyes.

"Boom", a broken sound.The white-faced Xiaosheng hurried into the ruined temple and saw the little monk lying on the ground.Without thinking too much, the white-faced Xiaosheng picked up the little monk and ran into the meditation room.

According to the pulse of the little monk, the body is weak.Look at the face of the little monk, it's really colorless.The white-faced boy pulled the quilt for the young monk, and walked to the kitchen by himself.

Open the lid of the pot, and there are a few grains of white rice hidden under the clear water.When the rice cover was uncovered, it was completely empty.

White-faced Xiaosheng sighed: "This is called being poor and unable to lift the lid of the pot." Seeing that it was still early, Bai-faced Xiaosheng jumped out of the ruined temple, swept across the jungle, and chickens flew and birds sang.

On the kang, the little monk always laughed when the white-faced niche was out of sight.

The white-faced Xiaosheng picked up the little monk, skimmed off the chicken fat, and put it into the little monk's mouth spoon by spoon.The weak little monk broke the precept of meat in such a ignorant way.

After replenishing nutrition, the little monk woke up in the middle of the night, weak: "Did the benefactor save Youse?"

The white-faced boy who was serving others for the first time was extremely sleepy. He lay down next to the little monk, turned over, pulled out the little monk's right hand, and wrote "yes" indiscriminately.

"The benefactor has no repayment for the great kindness of the benefactor, and he will recite scriptures and worship the Buddha every day."

Hearing the little monk's heartfelt words, the white-faced Xiaosheng didn't hide it: "I want your heart, use it to repay my kindness." Saying this, the white-faced Xiaosheng reached out to the little monk's chest.

"If the benefactor wants something, if it's colored or not, it must be offered with both hands."

Hearing this, seeing the innocence on the young monk's face, the white-faced young man stopped in shame.

As soon as he withdrew his hand, the white-faced Xiaosheng scratched his head, "If I hadn't shared your share, you wouldn't have passed out. Heart, just stay for a few more days. Anyway, the root of the red vine has not been determined yet."

"If the benefactor does not believe, you can swear in the name of the Lord Buddha."

The little monk was about to hold up three fingers, but the white-faced boy pulled him over: "It's really a chicken talking to a duck." He wrote "sleep" while talking.

The understanding little monk nodded.The two slept shoulder to shoulder.

"Dong dong dong. dong dong dong" the wooden fish's voice penetrated everywhere.The white-faced niche blurred his vision, opened his eyes suddenly, and vaguely saw a figure approaching him.My hands were held up, my waist was hugged tightly, but my vision was still blurred.

"Senior brother."

With a simple cry, the white-faced boy woke up from his sleep.Sweating.Sideways, the little monk is sleeping soundly.

Baimian Xiaosheng gave birth to the kang and went out, the cold wind from the mountain forest oncoming him soothed Baimian Xiaosheng.In a few spots, he jumped out of the ruined temple, leaned against the tree trunk, and listened to the melodious melody of the silent night sky.

Inside the room, the little monk raised the corners of his mouth.

"Dong dong dong. dong dong dong" was still the sound of the wooden fish, vaguely in the ears of the white-faced Xiaosheng, struggling to wake up but his whole body was exhausted and he couldn't move.Suddenly, someone kissed his forehead, and the white-faced Xiaosheng opened his eyes, which were still vague and indistinct.The white-faced boy wanted to leave but found himself lying in the man's arms.

"Next time you are so careless and fall from a tree, I won't come to save you." The white-faced boy wanted to argue but he heard himself coquettishly: "I fell from a tree, let's see if you dare to come and save me." The man leaned close to him and said something softly. . .

"donor."

The white-faced Xiaosheng suddenly opened his eyes, but he was in the arms of the little monk.

The white-faced boy jumped out of the little monk's arms, looked at the little monk uncomfortably, was about to speak but remembered that he couldn't hear him, so he stopped talking.

Unexpectedly, the little monk said by himself: "Youse found that the benefactor was not there, and felt uneasy, so he went out and walked under the tree. A gust of cool wind came, thinking that it was raining at night. He stretched out his hand to feel it, and the benefactor fell into his arms."

"I fell from a tree, see if you dare to save me." "See if you dare to rescue me.". . .

The words in the dream reflected the reality, and the white-faced boy looked at the little monk.Could it be you who can't see clearly?The white-faced niche frowned, no no no.

"Master, it's windy at night, let's go back to the house." The white-faced Xiaosheng was still thinking, and the little monk took the white-faced Xiaosheng's hand and led him into the house.The little monk still lay down on the inner kang.The white-faced boy lay outside, thinking, what did he say in my ear?

"Don't dare."

The white-faced Xiaosheng heard it clearly and woke up.Dawn had already entered the house.

The cloudy weather is finally over.The white-faced young man walked into the temple in a good mood but did not see the young monk. When he turned into the kitchen, he saw the young monk standing blankly by the stove.When I got closer, I realized that my pot of chicken soup was still in the pot.It must have been discovered.Standing upright.

The white-faced boy drew a horizontal line on the little monk's back, and the little monk began to speculate: "There is a reason for the incident, and the Lord Buddha will not blame it, and there is no need to blame yourself."

"Being passionate. How can the Lord Buddha have so much energy to take care of you. If you break it, you will break it. From now on, you can eat meat and drink meat with me." The white-faced Xiaosheng couldn't hold back that gesture.Seeing the lonely back of the little monk, the white-faced Xiaosheng changed his way and drew a horizontal line "No need to blame yourself".

After finishing writing, the white-faced Xiaosheng heaved a sigh of relief, but the little monk began to sob.Shocked, the white-faced boy turned to the little monk to wipe his nose, and quickly comforted him: "It was my fault, it was my fault. You shouldn't be allowed to relapse." Only then did he realize that the little monk couldn't hear him. He took the little monk's hand and prepared to write.

The little monk began to explain by himself: "The benefactor is also kind, and you only hate yourself for not being able to cut off this mortal fireworks, and suffering from starvation every day."

"I don't want to eat the fireworks in the world. It's not easy to do. Cultivate Taoism and become a fairy." With a thought, the white-faced Xiaosheng wrote "Buddha" on the palm of the little monk.

"It's easier said than done." The little monk mourned.

The white-faced niche wrote "help" again.

The little monk raised his decadent head, unable to believe it: "Are you willing to help me become a Buddha?"

"It's not easy." The white-faced boy confidently wrote the promise "yes" on the palm of the little monk.

The little monk smiled at the white-faced boy for the first time: "Thank you, the benefactor. It's just that the road to becoming a Buddha is extremely difficult, and I don't even hope that I can become a Buddha right away. I only hope that I can sit in this deep temple."

"That's fine, with me here, you won't starve to death." The white-faced boy replied self-consciously.

The little monk blushed and asked: "I really hope that the benefactor can stay here for a few more days, so as not to be alone."

"Okay." The white-faced Xiaosheng not only responded from his mouth, but also wrote it in the palm of the little monk, in exchange for the second time the little monk smiled softly.

"Benefactor, what do you call you?" The little monk's words really asked the white-faced niche.

What should I write?The white-faced Xiaosheng took the little monk's hand and did not write for a long time. "Your name is Youse." The white-faced boy said to himself, "I am called Wuxin." He wrote it lightly on the palm of the little monk's hand.

"Wuxin. Hee hee." Youse looked at Wuxin, and joked, "I have you but nothing." But a sense of sadness spread from the bottom of my heart.But you know that you are really colorful, and you are really unintentional.

Wuxin put down her colored hands, and smiled faintly: "Actually, I want to have the same love as you..." What is the feeling of heartbeat?I want to know.

Wuxin put her hand on her chest, feeling lost and holding back tears from blurred eyes: "Could it be like this?" The palms were moving up and down, and Wuxin's mood was slightly sad.

"Wuxin," Yousera took Wuxin's hand and put it on her throbbing chest, "Wuxin, thank you for staying. You can't be grateful if you have color. If Wuxin doesn't give up this heart, you will share it with you."

"Pound, thump, thump." The real touch of the palm made Wuxin even more envious of a person with a heart.As long as you move your fingers lightly, this heart is yours.Wu Xin slowly gathered her five fingers together, but saw a colored and calm expression.The greed in the palm of the hand loosened.Even if it is taken out, it is not your own.

Youse held Wuxin's hand tightly, "Heaven and earth are witnesses, Youse will never break his promise." Wuxin has never seen such a serious and candid expression in many years.If you have a friend like this, what can you ask for?

Wuxin held the colored hand and wrote the word "thank you".Colored smile relative.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" stomach growls, Youse scratched her bald head and giggled in embarrassment "haha".Wuxin turned around and saw a pot of chicken soup.This is a wild pheasant that I have worked so hard to catch, what a pity.

While hesitating, Youse approached the stove, took a spoonful of cold chicken soup and drank it without hesitation, and praised: "Wuxin is a good crafter. It seems that I will be lucky in the future."

Wuxin was puzzled, how could he figure it out if he was still so repulsive.Is this the slap in the face of Buddhism?But where is the stick?Look, I don't see any colored bags.

"If it breaks, it will break. Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, Lord Buddha, be careful." Youse said calmly to Wuxin, "Thank you Wuxin for letting me realize my epiphany again."

"Hehe, that's right. I deserve it." The embarrassing Wuxin shifted his position and began to pick up the fire.Not only is it colorful, but my stomach is also starting to drum.

Having nothing to do, Wuxin made a bet with Gengzi.

"Look, there is a new monk in the ruined temple."

"Ah."

"If you can get him to offer his heart and liver to you, I'll dig out the red vine root and give it to you."

"Red Vine Root, do you have the ability?"

"Then do you have the ability?"

"Just prepare the red vine roots."

"you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"it is good."

"Boom boom boom. Boom boom boom."

The little monk who knows how to knock wooden fish after one day is also very clean.Climbing mountains and wading, isn't it just for the cleanliness of this place.

Having nothing to do, Wuxin made an appointment with the little monk.

"Were there monks here before?"

"died."

"Has anyone ever lived here?"

"No."

"Hope I'm not alone."

"Are you afraid of mountain spirits and monsters?"

"Can't you?"

"I am here."

"you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Boom boom boom. Boom boom boom."

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