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Shi Kong fled down the mountain in a hurry, but he didn't know where to find Zhu Jiuyin.

And even if you found him, what should you say?Do something?Do you want to apologize to him? With his character, you may not accept it, and maybe you will laugh at him in a way that is more exaggerated than in the previous dream...

But it had to be done.

Because everyone in Anle Temple is crazy.

They are like Shi Kong before they were instructed by Master Yuan Hai, they firmly believe that Shi Yuan exists, he is their respected brother, and their friendly brother... Recently, some people have even started discussing that if Master really passed away, then The future of Anle Temple is probably going to fall into the hands of Shi Yuan——

After all, Huihai is dead, and his attainment and comprehension in Buddhism are far inferior to that of Shiyuan... As for the other elder masters, because they are getting old, they always lock themselves in the meditation room to copy scriptures and chant Buddha in winter I don't want to meddle in my own affairs, and I have no reason to be the host anymore.

——The abbot of Anle Temple will become Shiyuan?

Such a statement made Shi Kong feel horrified for a long time. If Anle Temple was handed over to an evil lovesick tree demon, wouldn't Anle Temple become a demon temple run by a veritable demon monk? ...Thinking of this, another gust of cold wind suddenly came, Shi Kong shrank his neck and shivered, regretting that he didn't wear more clothes when he went down the mountain.

Where should I go now?Where can I find Zhu Jiuyin?

Shi Kong looked around. He usually devotes himself to cultivating Buddhism on the mountain. He rarely goes down the mountain except to carry water from the back mountain. At least before Zhu Jiuyin took him down the mountain last time, he hadn't stepped forward for about two or three years. Take a step out of Anle Temple—so the surrounding environment is a little strange to him, and Shikong can only follow the path that Zhu Jiuyin took him in his memory, groping all the way down the mountain to the street...

The street in my memory is not as bustling and bustling as the last time I saw it, but the buildings and shops generally fit the bill.At this time, the sun had not yet set, and there were pedestrians coming and going in and out of various shops on the street...

Standing at the entrance of the street, looking at the people coming and going, the little monk felt a little dazed——

Find someone to ask?

Silver-white hair, dark brown pupils, tall body and gorgeous clothes, if anyone has seen that person, they should have a reflection.

After making up his mind, Shi Kong walked into the crowd, and then he found that it was much more difficult to talk to strangers than he imagined——When he was on the mountain, the pilgrims who came to burn incense had some beliefs, so they also treated them with respect. The monk is also very polite, but at the foot of the mountain, fish and dragons are mixed, and people turn to him. A young monk, apart from Shi Kong's familiar friendliness, there are more hesitation and suspicion...

Shi Kong tried to stop an aunt who was squatting in front of a hawker stall picking vegetables, bit her lower lip and mustered up the courage to ask, "Hello, have you ever seen a silver-haired—"

"I've never seen such a strange person," said the aunt with a look of surprise, "Why, you monks don't just stay on the mountain and run down the mountain, so it's not because some monsters escaped from your bondage and came to the street?! "

"No, no." Shi Kong quickly waved his hand.

"I don't know anything." The aunt said, bought some vegetables and turned to leave.

……

The second time Shi Kong asked was a young lady from a rich family. She shook her head after thinking carefully, seeing that Shi Kong was disappointed, but then brought up something else: "I let anyone close the gate of Anle Temple this morning. What happened, what happened? How is Monk Yuanhai?"

"Master is fine, it's just..."

"Ah, I remembered who you are," the young lady laughed, "That crazy little monk, what, did you really run down the mountain alone in a crazy manner? Did you sneak out?"

Shi Kong had no choice but to say "I'm not crazy" and fled, after all the laughter of the young lady was so piercing to his ears.

……

For the third time, Shi Kong found an uncle who was in a hurry, but this time, before he approached and explained his purpose, the man had already pushed him away: "I don't know if I don't have money or a good heart, get out of here." Stay away from the bald donkey, I'm bah bah! What unlucky mourning clothes are you wearing! I met a monk wearing mourning clothes before the opening today, it's really unlucky, I'm going to pawn my underwear!"

In the sound of the man cursing, Shi Kong was pushed back two steps, his feet slipped and fell into the snow on the side of the road, the flying snow dust made him cough several times——

After that, he didn't dare to ask the people on the side of the road easily.

Walking on the street like a ghost, looking around from time to time, as if worried that the tree demon sent someone to catch him back, Shi Kong just walked from the street to the end of the alley, as if he could easily catch him in the crowd. It looks like the figure of the person I'm looking for...

However, in the end he did not get such good luck.

The sun set on the top of the mountain, and the last thing that could bring warmth in the day was gone. The little monk was shivering from the cold, but at this time, his stomach growled unsatisfactorily, and Shi Kong kneaded Rubbing his stomach and touching the monk's robe on his body, he remembered that in the morning, in order to recite the mantra for Huineng, he bathed and changed into new clean clothes, which naturally didn't have a penny in them...

"Ah, this is really troublesome."

He squatted down in the corner of the wall with a sad face, and began to think wildly: Will I be starved to death?No, no, before starving to death, I might be frozen to death, or I might be captured by someone sent by that monster... That Acacia Tree Demon killed two of his senior brothers one after another, wounded his master, and sent him to the temple. The brothers and sisters became strange and suspicious of each other——

He really hated him.

Thinking of this, Shi Kong couldn't help frowning, and was thinking about the hatred of demons and ghosts in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly heard someone calling not far away: "Little monk?"Little monk?

Shi Kong raised his head sharply, his black pupils could almost shine, but when he looked left and right but couldn't see the figure he expected, he was disappointed again, thinking that he had been starved and hallucinating...

"Little monk, why are you alone at the foot of the mountain?"

This time, a clear voice came from not far in front, Shi Kong was stunned for a while, this time he finally realized that the call he heard just now was not just his fantasy, he raised his head again and looked in the direction that the voice remembered, Only then did I realize that the person who called him was not far away—the owner of the tofu shop that Zhu Jiuyin brought him to last time, who was standing behind the steaming sweet-scented osmanthus syrup, he laughs.

The surprise was too unexpected, Shi Kong stood up, and asked almost uncertainly: "Uncle, do you remember the little monk?"

"Of course I remember. The noble young man who came with you last time was eye-catching and extravagant, and besides, he brought a little monk to my stall to drink tofu nao. How could I forget such a strange combination? !" The owner of the tofu shop smiled and looked around, "I don't want my tofu, come here, I'll make you a bowl right now. I want a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus—"

With a grunt, Shi Kong heard the sound of swallowing his saliva. When he was so cold and hungry, if he had a mouthful of sweet and smooth tofu to warm his stomach...

"Ahhh, I can't do it, I can't do it! I didn't bring any silver with me when I went down the mountain this time!" Shi Kong hurriedly waved his hands to stop the boss.

The boss was stunned for a moment, looking at the little monk standing in front of his stall who was about to straighten his eyes but honestly admitted that he was penniless. The tofu nao did not stop, and handed a bowl full of tofu nao to the little monk: "Are you hungry?"

Shi Kong took the food with both hands, stared at the amber syrup for a long time, then lowered his voice, and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you."

"Thank you," the owner of the bean curd shop smiled, "Why, the young master didn't come today, and you are the only one?"

"To be honest, the little monk got separated from him." Shi Kong didn't care about scalding his mouth, and took a sip of hot tofu indiscriminately. When the sweetness spread from the tip of his tongue, his whole body became warm , he paused, resisting the urge to take another sip before continuing, "The little monk is looking for him everywhere now, uncle, have you seen him?"

Under the expectant eyes of the little monk, the uncle selling tofu brains shook his head—for a moment, it seemed that his last hope was about to be shattered, and the little monk, who was lying on the side of the stall with his feet slightly padded, dropped his heels and murmured "Thank you" was about to turn around and walk away, at this moment, he saw a beautifully dressed woman walking towards this side twisting her waist——

"Boss, bring me two bowls of sweet tofu nao. One of the bowls needs more sweet-scented osmanthus to take away. I'll give you extra money."

It was clearly a cold winter, but the woman was wearing a low-cut dress with a fur shoulder gown on her shoulders, and the half ball on her chest seemed to be crowded and falling out... Right now the woman was standing in front of the booth, with a smell When the strong smell of rouge and gouache came, Shi Kong took a small step back subconsciously holding the bowl, but felt that it was impolite, so he stopped abruptly.

"Miss Qingzhu is here again?" The boss behind the booth skillfully took Sui Yin and made two bowls of tofu nao.

"Yes, it just snowed in the morning, and the weather is getting colder. No, the adult in our room has been thinking about eating osmanthus candied tofu nao since the morning, and sent us to run errands as soon as it got dark." The woman named Qingzhu said with a smile.

Shi Kong saw her habitual charm in her smile... Maybe she is a prostitute?

Just as he was guessing, the woman seemed to feel that there was someone more beside her. She stopped smiling and turned her head to look at her pair of dark and clean pupils. Fei Jie, where did the little monk come from?"

Shi Kong frowned slightly, as if he didn't want to deal with this kind of people more, and felt that he was doing something wrong, he was hesitating, but the tofu boss smiled and said: "This little monk is here to find someone...here, Little monk, the building where the green bamboo girl is located is at the intersection of the street. They know who comes and goes on weekdays, and if you want to find your son, you can ask her."

"Who is it?"

"A handsome young man with silver hair, looking extremely dignified..."

"Yeah." Hearing this, Qingzhu let out a low cry.

Boss Doufunao seemed to be talking casually, but seeing Qingzhu covered her lips and widened her eyes, she couldn't help being taken aback: "Why, have you really seen it?"

"I've seen it before." The mortal woman named Qingzhu stretched out her slender hand, and took the tofu nao handed over by the shop owner for take-out food, "Who do you think this tofu nao is for, with silver hair and red eyes? Your lord, right now you are spending the winter in the upper class room of our building with the stove in your arms!"