The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

At noon, no monks can be seen in the back mountain of Lingwu Temple, only a puddle of green vegetables slumping in the sun.

Standing in the open mountains, Jiang Zhan looked around, and soon saw a well not far from the vegetable field.

He walked quickly, holding on to the cold well wall to gain courage, and looking inward.

The inside of the well is deep and dark, and it is impossible to see the situation.

Jiang Zhan sniffed hard.

No smell.

His eyes fell on the derrick.

Do you want to take a bucket of water and have a look?

Jiang Zhan reached out and held the handle, but suddenly jumped up and turned around.

A young monk stood not far behind.

Jiang Zhan had a chill on his back, but he pulled out a pleasing smile on his face: "Master stood behind me and scared me."

The young monk folded his hands together and twitched Jiang Zhan, and asked, "Why is the donor here? Our back mountain is not open to pilgrims."

"Uh, isn't it?" Jiang Zhan walked a few steps to the side without a trace, and distanced himself from the young monk. "I ate the most famous vegetable soup in your temple at noon, and it was really delicious. I asked a master, and the master said that the boiled wild vegetables must be planted in the back mountain of your temple and irrigated with water from a special well in order to produce that flavor."

Jiang Zhan was guarded, but his expression was very natural: "Master doesn't know, I have no other hobbies, just delicious. When the master said that, my heart was itchy, so I couldn't help running away. Come here to see what the wild vegetables look like and what it tastes like to drink from the well water. If this is the case, I might be able to buy it when I go back."

The young monk smiled: "This kind of wild vegetables were transplanted here from the deep mountains by our uncle many years ago. They are not sold elsewhere. I am afraid the donor will be disappointed."

Jiang Zhan looked disappointed as expected: "Well, it seems that if you want to eat this bite in the future, you can only come to your temple again."

The young monk was even more content: "Many donors come to offer incense every few days, not only for the incense in the temple, but also for this dish."

Jiang Zhan's hanging heart quietly put down half of it.

If there is something shameful in the well, and it is related to the monk in front of you, this person should not care about being proud.

That's good, at least at this moment there won't be the distress of wanting to kill the other party.

After thinking about this, Jiang Zhan became more relaxed, and simply started to gossip with the young monk: "It's at noon, why didn't the master rest well and came here?"

The handsome and extraordinary young man had a pleasing smile on his face, which was undoubtedly very popular. The young monk couldn't help complaining: "This wild vegetable is the most delicate, and it will be watered at this time..."

Jiang Zhan was amused.

The young monk who has been in trouble for a long time is also a squeeze out, and he is dedicated to this hard work.

"The donor should leave earlier, the little monk has to do something." The young monk walked to the well, shaking the handle skillfully.

There was a creaking sound, and soon a bucket of water was hit.

Jiang Zhan couldn't help but crane his neck to look.

"donor?"

"Master, how tired it is for you to fetch water alone on this hot day. I am idle and I am idle. Let me help you water it together.

"How does this work?" The young monk raised the bucket and walked to the vegetable field.

Jiang Zhan persevered to catch up: "Master, don't refuse. This is my sincerity to the Buddha. Maybe the Buddha sees my sincerity, and the wish I made today will soon be fulfilled."

Upon hearing this, the young monk no longer stopped, so he nodded.

Amitabha, Buddha's Mingjian, it's not that he is lazy.

It seemed that the water from the swarthy well was very clear, and there was no peculiar smell.

After pouring a vegetable field for nine times out of ten, the second son of Jiang, who was exhausted into a dog, sat on the ground and panted without an image.

He wants to talk about life with the fourth sister.

"Thank you to the donor today, the donor will go back to rest soon."

Seeing that Jiang Zhan was still able to succeed, the young monk smiled and said, "The donor's face is going to be peeled."

Jiang Zhan: "..."

Seeing that there was indeed no abnormality, Jiang Zhan dusted the dust on his body and stood up: "Then I will go back. By the way, I don't know what Master is called?"

The young monk folded his hands together with Jiang Zhan: "Amitabha, the little monk is in the air."

"Master Sikong, let's meet bye bye." Jiang Zhan had a good impression of the young monk. He smiled and said goodbye, but knew in his heart that this kind of kind words were just saying that when he left Lingwu Temple, he would definitely not have a relationship with the people in this temple. Intersection.

"Goodbye." The young monk watched Jiang Zhan leave, sat on the ground to rest for a while, and walked to the well.

He came today much earlier than in the past, and with the help of enthusiastic donors, it seems that he can go back to rest soon.

The young monk, who had recovered his strength after a rest, quickly hit a bucket of water, but this time he didn't immediately carry the water back, but stared at the bucket in shock.

The water in the well was still clear in the bucket full of seven or eight, but there was something more.

That is a shoe.

How can shoes come in the well?

The young monk looked uncertain, and looked shocked at the thought of some possibility.

Could it be that the brother fell into the water?

No, I didn’t hear any seniors who were absent during morning class this morning——

The young monk put down the bucket, took a heavy step forward, and leaned down the edge of the well.

"Sikong, what are you looking at?" A familiar voice came from behind, and it fell in the ears of the young monk, but he felt his hair creepy.

...

Jiang Zhan quietly left the mountain, but found Jiang Si waiting not far away, with Yu Jin still standing beside him.

Jiang Zhan smiled and greeted him: "Hey, the fourth sister is going to take a lunch break now?"

"Where did the second brother go?" Jiang Si asked calmly.

"Walk around." Jiang Zhan looked up at the sky and changed the subject, "Why are you together?"

"I happened to meet him and found that Brother Jiang was doing good deeds, so I didn't bother."

Jiang Zhan was greatly embarrassed: "Have you all seen it?"

"Leave here and talk about it. It's past noon, and soon there will be more people coming here." Jiang Si said with a straight face.

The three of them returned to the guest room, and Jiang Zhan poured a pot of water fiercely before stopping: "Sister Si, why are you unhappy?"

Jiang Si raised his eyebrows: "Second brother is embarrassed to ask. Isn't he afraid of an accident if a person runs to the back hill of others?"

Jiang Zhan didn't say anything, but Yu Jin chuckled.

This girl is really laughing at fifty steps, and I don’t know who followed the drunk at midnight.

But-this probably proves that Jiang Zhan is very important in her heart, right?

Caring is chaotic.

Yu Jinsui glanced at Jiang Zhan who was aggrieved, and his heart suddenly became sour.

"Four sisters don't know, the female ghost gave me a dream after you left! But there was nothing unusual in Houshan. I took turns playing dozens of times with the monk, and I didn't even get a bird's feather.

"So second brother don't worry about this, let's leave when it gets cooler."

Jiang Zhan nodded.

But the sun outside was still dazzling, but the temple bell rang.