Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

Huaigu Town, on the outskirts of Jiang City, is an inconspicuous small town, the size of a palm, and one can walk from north to south, from east to west.There is an inconspicuous mountain next to the town. Many people living in the town don't even know the name of the mountain, and the sense of existence is pitifully low.

There are only fixed seasons, and occasionally there will be a few idle old people carrying a small basket and going to dig some wild vegetables near the mountainside together.No matter how high the place is, they don't like to go, and they can't climb it.

After a long time, many people in Huaigu Town have forgotten that the mountain is not empty, there is actually a temple on it, which has the same name as the mountain, called Wanling Temple.

It is precisely because of this that there are very few incense sticks in Wanling Temple every year.

The pitiful quantification means that it is infinitely close to zero...

Basically, it takes only three or four years to meet a person who comes to the door, and it is often the outsider who gets lost and goes off the mountain road, and then enjoys incense.

Huijia, who is a bare host, has long been used to it.

So when he heard the temple door creaking and being pushed open one day, he subconsciously looked up——

The sky is clear and the sky is bright.

Long Ya and his group of old monsters would basically not pick this time to come to the door, and they would never push the door so lightly, so lightly that they were almost cautious.

It is probably another foreign tourist who has strayed off the mountain road... Huijia thought so, then dropped the mouse, took off the earphones, adjusted the plain monk robe, Shi Shi ran out of the house, and walked through the triple courtyard , came to the front of the temple.

The gate of the temple was ajar, and Huijia's gaze was fixed on a point in the void first, and then slowly moved down, from looking straight down to looking down, until it was at waist level, and only then did he see the man who had gone astray. traveler.

Huijia: "..."

The person who came was much shorter than he expected. Hui Jia checked with his eyes and found that he was six or seven years old.

And it's not an ordinary traveler - because this doll is half-big, but wearing a blue mini monk's robe, shaved and bald, and carrying a dark gray cloth backpack on its back, which I don't know Something, bulging.

This is like a little monk.

Huijia has sent away all kinds of demons and goblins in this Wanling Temple, but she has never met such a small... monk, who didn't know what to say for a while.

It was the little monk who spoke first.

He looked up at the big monk who was too tall for him in front of him, his face was almost blushing, and he said: "This is Hua... um... Huagu Temple?"

Huijia: "..."

He felt that no temple would have such a cruel name.

The little monk took a step back and looked up at the name of the temple hanging on the gate, but he was obviously illiterate. After reading it, he wrinkled his face and looked away, looking at Hui with a blank and expectant expression. Jia, the fleshy hand has been grabbing the front of the monk's robe, and it is almost turning that piece into a dry dish.

Hui Jia shook her head and said, "No, this is Wanling Temple."

As soon as the words fell, two tear bubbles popped out of the little monk's eyes, and he couldn't hold back for two seconds, and finally cried "wow", Huijia: "..."

That little monk didn't recognize his life, maybe it was because the appearance of the bewitching monk was too easy to confuse people's hearts, and his voice was too easy to soothe people's hearts.While crying, the little monk stretched out his arms and hugged Hui Jia's thigh, sobbing that he almost lost his breath.

Hui Jia was a little helpless, so she patted the little monk on the back, and said, "Are you going to the Temple of Bone? Is there no one to see you off?"

"Yes—" the little monk explained in a wordless and intermittent way.

It took Huijia a long time to come up with the idea—this little monk originally lived in a certain temple, and now he was going to be sent to another temple. The person who sent him walked halfway up the mountain to answer the phone, and then left in a hurry , the remaining short section of the mountain road was walked up by the little one by himself.

However, the little monk couldn't tell what the name of the temple he was really going to was, anyway, it was absolutely impossible to call it "Bone Bone Temple".Not only that, he still couldn't tell what the name of the temple he was staying in was, let alone remember who's contact information.

Hui Jia patted the back of his head and said in a deep voice, "Don't cry, come in."

The little monk covered Huijia's leg with tears and snot, and then let go of his hand sobbing, "Yeah", nodded, and wanted to cross the threshold and follow Huijia inward.

As a result, he was small, with short legs, and the threshold of the temple was very high. He failed to step over it, but tripped over him, sat down on the threshold, and was crushed.

He flattened his mouth, and the tears that had just been suppressed were about to flow out again.

But before he had time to cry, he was supported by a pair of big hands, and then he was hugged.

The little monk had never looked around from such a height before, his eyes widened suddenly, his curiosity overshadowed others, and he no longer looked like he was about to cry.

Huijia carried him through the courtyard gate, walked towards her own room, and commented two words lightly: "Crying bag."

The little monk gave him a cowardly look, but did not refute, but hugged his neck tightly, probably afraid of falling from such a height.

The entire Wanling Temple is very small, and Huijia entered her room without taking many steps.

He put the little monk on the bed, then walked to the table, picked up the landline on the table, and pressed "1".

This most convenient number leads directly to the special office, which is the organization that has the most contact with Huijia.Because Huijia can't leave the gate of Wanling Temple most of the time, many daily necessities in the temple are sent by special staff on a regular basis, including computers and Internet used by demon monks to play games, etc. Send someone to pretend.

And once Huijia needs something, she only needs to dial the special number.

The phone rang three times as usual before being connected: "Master, what's the matter?"

Hui Jia glanced at the little monk sitting beside the bed, and said: "Poor monk, a little monk accidentally broke into this temple, please send someone to find out where he came from, and send him back."

After listening to him briefly explaining the ins and outs, the special department said for a moment, "Someone is already investigating, but they don't know where they come from or where they are going. It will take a while to check, and you will be troubled to take care of them these few hours, Master." Let's go."

Huijia was silent for two seconds, and said in a deep voice: "The poor monk only plays games other than suppressing resentful spirits."

On the other end of the phone: "..."

But after all, Hui Jia didn't really care about the little monk, but he didn't know what the little guy at this age would like, and even if he knew that he couldn't come up with anything for him to play with.

After scanning around privately, she found that she couldn't find anything interesting, so Huijia had no choice but to pick up the little monk, go to the table and sit down, let the little monk sit on his lap, and then...

Watch him play games.

But the little monk watched with relish, and he really didn't make any noise.

Huijia also drove his own blood bull t, followed a group, and started the copy with confidence.

At the critical moment, the little monk who had been sitting quietly and staring at the computer screen suddenly turned around, then turned his head, whimpered and said to Huijia in embarrassment: "Master, I want to pee."

Huijia: "..."

This little monk also suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck. He strayed into the deep mountains and met a deceiving monk with a deceptive appearance but could not take care of others.

I just heard Hui Jia say to the young monk solemnly: "The poor monk is not your master, so don't bark."

The little monk only felt that he had been disgusted by inhumanity, he flattened his mouth, and burst into tears in an instant.

"..." Huijia accepted his fate and lent him the monk's robe as a handkerchief, and said, "Let's go."

So the little monk who didn't recognize his life took his reaction as acquiescence, and began to be addicted to it.

Huijia listened too much, so she didn't bother to refute, and let him yell.

So for a whole afternoon, all kinds of childish voices kept coming out of Wanling Temple, which was always so quiet that it was almost lonely——

"Master, I want to eat." Huijia didn't need to eat 800 years ago, so naturally there is nothing to fill his stomach in this temple.

"Master, can I go out and play?" The underground town is full of ghosts and they don't know what to play.

"Master, I picked a flower for you." I don't know what kind of heart it is to give the monk the flower, and there is no place to insert it with his bare forehead.

"Master..."

Huijia's ears were almost cocooned by him, and he only hoped that the special office would be more efficient, find out the origin of this little thing earlier, and send him back safely.

After a long time, the little monk was finally tired, grabbed Huijia's robe, rubbed his eyes and hummed: "Master, sleepy."

Without saying a word, Hui Jia picked him up and put him on the bed, saying: "Then sleep for a while."

"No one is with me, I can't sleep..." The little monk hesitated for a long time, but still grabbed Hui Jia and held back the words pitifully.

Huijia: "..."

For the first time, he felt that thousands of wraiths were nothing at all, and the little baby was much more troublesome than the wraiths.

When the sun was a little closer to the mountain, the gate of Wanling Temple finally squeaked again.

Huijia didn't need to look, just listened to the pace, and knew that the special department had sent someone.

He led the young monk who had just woken up out of the house, and saw a young man entering the yard with a bag full of food in his hand.

The young man nodded at Huijia and said, "Master."

Then he walked forward, stuffed the bag of food to the little monk, and asked him to hug him, then straightened up and said to Huijia: "The office has checked it out. This little monk lived in Qingyuan Temple last year, and now he is going to be arrested." Send him to Huaigu Temple, probably the person who sent him confused Huaigu Temple with Huaigu Town."

"Last year?" Hui Jia looked down at the little monk who was holding his finger tightly, and asked in doubt.

"Oh, the master doesn't go out often, so I don't know. Nowadays, many young monks and even older ones are like this. They live in one monastery for a while, and then pack their bags and send them to another monastery. Before they settle down, they have to go to many temples. "The young man explained.

Huijia didn't speak after hearing this, but nodded after a while, expressing understanding.

The young man knelt down and said to the young monk, "Come on, I'll take you to Huaigu Temple."

Holding a bag of food, the little monk stared at him blankly for a while, then looked up at Hui Jia, couldn't help taking two steps back, and hid behind Hui Jia, as if unwilling to leave.

It turned out that it was still born...

Huijia thought so, took him two steps forward, and said to him: "Didn't you say that you went to the wrong temple, he is here to pick you up and take you to where you want to go."

The little monk hesitated for a long time, then pushed out a large bag of food, put it back into the young man's hand, then hugged Huijia's leg tightly, and said pitifully to the young man: "Okay!" I'll give you back the food, can you not take me away."

young people:"……"

Huijia: "..."

Seeing that the two adults didn't speak, the little monk pursed his mouth and cried "wow" again. The more he cried, the more sad he became, crying so hard that he was about to die.

The young man spread his hands in embarrassment, and said, "How about I faint first and then take him away—"

Huijia looked down at the young monk for a long time, then rubbed his head, and said in a deep voice, "There is nothing delicious in Wanling Temple."

The little monk let out a sobbing "Yeah",

Huijia continued: "There are no toys either."

The little monk said "hmm" again.

Huijia: "There are demons and ghosts at night, which is very scary."

The little monk trembled, hugged Huijia's thigh even tighter, and still let out a "huh".

Huijia glanced at the gray cloth bag that the little monk reluctantly carried on his back, thinking that the little doll would have to walk through many temples with this luggage to settle down, sighed and said: "If you want to stay, just stay." , you can go if you want to go in the future, just follow the fate."

Therefore, the crying little monk settled down in Wanling Temple, and all daily necessities including food were specially provided.

Huijia, who hadn't cooked food for 800 years, had to prepare three simple meals for this little thing every day. After many, many years, the Wanling Temple finally had cooking smoke again.

It's just that Huijia's craftsmanship is really unflattering. Either the salted beef is dead or the salt is forgotten. In short, the taste is very outrageous.

However, the young monk had a natural admiration and admiration for his master. Even if Huijia directly gave him a jar of salt for him to hug and lick, he could still lick it with relish.

So under such cruel and inhuman upbringing and care, the little monk lived a lively life, and he almost turned the little Wanling Mountain upside down by him.

But still a crying bag.

Climbing a tree was slapped by a wild monkey, and he came back with his face covered and grabbed the corner of his master's clothes and cried.

Tang He got his ass clamped by the lobster, but he still came back and cried while grabbing the corner of his master's clothes.

Since having such a leg pendant, Huijia felt that no matter how diligently she changed her monk's robe, the corner of her robe would always be covered with tears and snot, which was very frustrating.

To make matters worse, Long Ya and the others who came to harass him from time to time always liked to tease the little monk.

Teased and ran away, leaving Huijia to coax the doll with the door closed expressionlessly.

One day in the mountains, thousands of years in the world.

Huijia hadn't experienced this kind of tumultuous day for a long time, and felt that it passed much faster than before, as if it was just a blink of an eye, and the age had changed many times.

Nothing in Wanling Temple has changed, the only thing that has changed is the young monk's stature, and the pile of too-small monk's clothes piled up in the closet.

Huijia lived alone for hundreds of years, and the vegetation in this mountain has quietly accompanied him for hundreds of years, but those vegetation, like him, change too slowly, so slow that he can't even notice it.

It's been a long time since he watched a person grow up like this.

From the little doll that just reached his waist, it gradually grew to his chest, to his chin, to his eyebrows, and finally even taller than him.

From a crying bag, he slowly turned into a monkey, and then began to mature as his voice changed.

What Huijia said back then, "If you want to stay, you can stay, and if you want to go, you can go" seems to still be in my ears.

The little monk has grown into a great monk, but he has never said that he wants to leave...

Huijia still looks like a young man, and the red mole between her eyebrows is still as red as blood, and she looks like a demon monk.

The young monk who has grown up has also inherited his master's point. He is so heroic that he can deceive everyone when he goes down the mountain.However, like Huijia, he seems to have rooted himself in this Wanling Temple.

He helped Huijia clean up, helped Huijia suppress the resentful spirits, and helped Huijia to get the things sent when people came from the special office.I even set aside an hour every afternoon to walk down the mountain, and then come back and describe what I saw and heard to Huijia...

Long Ya and the others always said, "The bald donkey got lucky, I don't know where he cheated such a good apprentice."

Hui Jia seldom agreed with the words of those ancestors, but he felt that this sentence was indeed reasonable.

It was another evening when the sun was next to the mountain, the golden-red afterglow sprinkled on Wanling Mountain, the tired birds returned to their nests, and the people in the town below the mountain were faintly spoken, just like 20 years ago.

The old and mottled door of Wanling Temple was pushed open again with a "squeak", just like countless yesterdays.

A calm and pleasant voice came from outside the door: "Master, I'm back."