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The long sky and the shadow of the moon pass by the high window, and the jackdaws in the sparse trees cry in the middle of the night.

I don't know when the ancient temple was built, but judging from the garden trees in the temple where two people can't hug each other, it may last for a hundred years.The two stepped in through a gap in the earth wall carefully.The weeds stepped on the soles of the feet, making a strange creaking sound, and occasionally there was a soft touch under the feet, which was animal feces.

"Excuse me, is there anyone?" Jiang Yunyu asked in a cold voice, his voice echoed in this deep place, and there was a hint of spookiness.

Shen An stomped his feet and shook the reptiles off his shoes. "Brother Jiang, there seems to be no one here."

Jiang Yunyu shook his head, "If no one is there, what happened to the bell just now?"

Shen An covered his mouth, obviously he was wrong, he said in horror, "You also think it's the grieving ghost in this temple who doesn't want to leave?"

The other party showed a helpless smile, "I'm afraid someone is pretending to be a ghost."

"Brother Jiang, do you think it's a little cold here?" Jiang Yunyu glanced at him sideways, raised a finger to his mouth, "Listen."

Shua, Shua, Shua.

There was a slight sound not far away, the sound was extremely regular, as if something was scrubbing the ground.Seeing the yellow leaves blowing down from the branches, Shen An suddenly realized, "Someone is sweeping the tower."

"Two Tanyues." A hoarse voice appeared behind them, "What's the matter with the late-night visit?"

Shen An almost jumped up in fright. The ancient temple in the deep mountain and an old monk who was about to fall apart, this is simply the prelude to a ghost story.Especially when he saw the face of this monk, his heart was beyond words of horror.

The monk's complexion is extremely white, not Jiang Yunyu's jade-like color, but a sickly paleness. He is obviously very old, the bags under his eyes almost hang down to the tip of his nose, and his face hangs loosely, like The monk's robe, which has been patched countless times, hangs on the bony bones.The old monk was holding a broom, holding the handle firmly with his withered fingers, which looked like the claws of the giant eagle that Jiang Yunyu had seen before.

The two were terribly frightened, as if they had seen a demon in Abi Hell.The old monk moved his eyes and asked again in a hoarse and ugly voice.

Jiang Yunyu is well-informed and knows that the old man's pale complexion is a congenital evil, not some monster from the mountains. He recovered and bowed to the old monk, "Master, I lost my way with my friends in the mountains. I heard Come and see when the bell rings."

The old monk looked at them again, his eyes were deeply sunken, making one feel like being stared at by a skeleton.

"I didn't expect there to be a great temple in Mount Wutou." Jiang Yunyu said again, "I'm so ignorant and ignorant that I've never heard of it. Your temple has a hundred years of incense?"

The old man lowered his head and swept the yellow leaves, "Our temple was built by the previous dynasty."

"Is there anyone else in this temple?" Shen An shrank his neck, this old man who was almost buried in the ground looked really disgusting.

"Only the old monk."

Jiang Yunyu pestered the old monk to ask a few more questions, but the old man just concentrated on sweeping the floor, and only raised his head and answered a few words when he got impatient with the question.When the sky was bright, the two of them found out the situation of the temple.This place was where the people of Heijia Village lived together. After the story of the Hei brothers, the people of Heijia Village gradually moved out of Wutou Mountain.

"Master, why don't you go down the mountain." Shen An counted the benefits of going down the mountain with his fingers. "This mountain is too weird."

The old man stopped what he was doing and looked at him quietly, looking at him with horror, secretly regretting in his heart, the old man's face should not be regarded as a monster.

"Teacher." Jiang Yunyu coughed lightly, "Do you know Hei Quan?"

The old man thought about it silently, then shook his head again.

"He is also a descendant of Heijia Village." Jiang Yunyu persevered.

"A young man like you passed by here a few days ago." The old man pointed at the outside of the temple with his bony index finger, "I don't know if he is still alive?"

"What about you? Why are you here?" A gust of wind blew up the yellow leaves on the ground, and the figure of the old man was like a ray of wronged soul in the deep mountains, who could disappear as soon as the wind blew, "Is it also because of the treasures in the mountains?"

"Master misunderstood." Jiang Yunyu smiled slightly, his appearance was sweet and sweet, even the ghostly old monk couldn't help but look at him more. "We're here to find a fish."

Jiang Yunyu described the shape of Yingyu, and the old monk sneered, "Two little dolls, they want to catch nocturnal wanderers empty-handed." , It is estimated that they are laughing at their ignorance. "You Jianghu people..." He seemed to be a little nostalgic, "A few decades ago, a barefoot doctor almost caught all the night wanderers in the mountains. Since then, the old monk may not have seen this kind of fish for a long time."

Jiang Yunyu gritted her teeth, and gave another deep bow, "Your junior is ashamed, that's my benefactor."

The old monk was also taken aback, and there seemed to be a touch of contempt in his eyes.What is father's debt to son, Jiang Yunyu finally understood today. "Then why..."

"The master did not teach how to fish."

The old monk stared at him with a trace of pity in his eyes.He proclaimed the Buddha's name, "The old monk's time is short, my Buddha is merciful, and let the old monk perform one more good deed before he dies. You two come with me."

The old monk led them into a dilapidated monk's room that was about to collapse. When the door was opened, there was a smell of dust. Fortunately, the room was cleaned fairly clean.The two sat down on the only bench in the room, and the old monk took the tea set from the lame wooden table and poured them a cup of hot tea.

Shen An now understood that although the old monk had a ferocious grimace, he was kind-hearted, and he was not as afraid of him as before, and even smiled at him with a cup of hot tea.He lowered his head and took a sip. The tea had been left for some time, but it turned out to be rancid and had a musty smell, so he almost didn't spit it out.He tilted his head to glance at Jiang Yunyu, seeing that the other person looked calm as if he was tasting good tea, he couldn't help secretly admiring him.

The old monk did not know where to take out a wooden box, he opened the lid, and turned upside down the contents inside, all of which were some small things woven with grass leaves.These little things have been stored for too long, the grass leaves are dry and cracked, and some of them are moldy.

Jiang Yunyu smiled slightly, and took a dragonfly-like one. "Teacher's father's hands are so skillful." He touched the dragonfly, his eyes were filled with joy, "My senior brother would make this up in the past. It's exactly the same."

The old monk had a strange expression on his face, "Did your brother ever go to Mount Wutou? This kind of dragonfly is only found in the mountains."

Jiang Yunyu was startled.

"These straw things are only found in the mountains." The old monk sighed, "This mountain is too evil, and many things can't be seen anywhere else." He took a butterfly shape. "Nocturnal wanderers love to eat the larvae of this butterfly."

"Oh?" Jiang Yunyu came back to her senses, "Where can I find this kind of bug?"

The old monk gave him a meaningful look, "Firefly fish can cure all poisons, but the red worms he eats are the king of all poisons."

"All things generate and restrain each other." Shen An nodded, "That makes sense."

"The red worm turns into a butterfly, and the red butterfly feeds on the blood of the dead." The old monk's eyes fell on Jiang Yunyu's back, "Whether the red worm or the red butterfly, their favorite thing is the blood of the dying person. "A blood-red butterfly flapped its wings and landed on Jiang Yunyu's shoulder.

Jiang Yunyu turned his head to the side and finally saw the butterfly that had been following him. He stretched out his finger, and the butterfly landed steadily on his fingertips.Shen An called his name in fear, the old monk raised his hand to suppress his cry, "It's okay, the red butterfly is not poisonous."

"That doesn't mean Brother Jiang, you..."

"I really don't have much time." Jiang Yunyu moved his fingers, and Chi Die followed suit. "Thank you teacher, father."

The old monk put away the things on the table, "I don't know if there are any fireflies in this mountain. It's still half a day before nightfall, why don't you go to the temple and burn a stick of incense to ask the Buddha for blessing."

Jiang Yunyu laughed dumbly, "I'm not a person who worships Buddha." He looked at the butterfly on his fingertips, the blood-red color evoked his memories and made his eyes long, "My mother used to believe in Buddhism. Why don't you read a passage for me? Medicine Master Sutra. May my body be like glass when I attain Bodhi in the next life, clear inside and out, pure without blemishes.”

The old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name again, "The heart of all dharmas is silent, and the lonely spring is clear on the stone." After that, he stopped talking to the two of them.

Until it was getting dark, Jiang Yunyu and Shen An asked the old man to say goodbye.The two finally found the old monk sitting cross-legged in a dilapidated monk's room. The old man's body was still warm, obviously he had just left.The two sighed endlessly, buried the old man and walked out of the temple.

"Shen An, what are you doing?" Jiang Yunyu stood in the distance, watching the other party not knowing what to do in front of the old man's grave.

Shen An got up and walked towards Jiang Yunyu, "Brother Jiang, let's go catch fish."

In the bleak night wind, a green straw dragonfly fluttered up and down in front of the grave.

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