From the Sunflower Fields

Chapter 847 The Death of a Monk
The atmosphere in the room was a little strange. The sunlight was shining on the floor through the window screen blown by the wind. Su Mo sat on the sofa in the middle, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

Esther never meant to interpret the atmosphere, curled up lazily in Su Mo's arms and fell asleep.Alquette stared at Aoko with an inexplicable look, and Aoko who was stared at.
"Well--!!"

He was tied to the sofa on the other side by a rope and could not move.

"Erquite, let me go!"

Oh, by the way, the person who tied her up was Airquite, because when Qingzi said that she was going to have a baby with Su Mo, she just surfaced with a huge oarfish in her arms.

Although their relationship is very good, it is true that hearing this kind of news suddenly means that Aoko wants to sneak away to Alquite—although this girl has never realized that since the last time she left Gensokyo She sleeps in Su Mo's arms almost every day
"Qingzi, you are in danger now."

Alquite did not hide his vigilance at all.

As for Su Mo, he continued to hold the teacup and drink slowly, with a serious expression on his eyes, as if he was determined to drink this cup of tea forever.

That's the Shura field. I'm lucky now. Alquette has focused his attention on Qingzi. If he speaks out rashly, he will die. The most sensible choice now is to keep a low profile and try to reduce his presence to a minimum. lowest.

"Isn't this a normal thing? I'm almost 20 years old!"

Qingzi held his chin up, speaking righteously.

"Isn't that underage?"

Alquite nodded: "I remember Japan stipulates that 20 years old is considered an adult."

"But am I already close? And we can get married at the age of 16!"

"Having babies is not something you underage girls should care about."

Alquite suddenly realized something, stood up from the sofa and walked towards Qingzi proudly: "This is something that a mature big sister should be responsible for."

To be reasonable, if you tell about your mental age, others may turn Su Mo directly to the police station, so don't add to the confusion.

"What kind of big sister are you!"

"Your age has to be multiplied by a hundred to be older than me!".
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Su Mo picked up the little girl who was probably the youngest girl on the scene in terms of age, backed away silently, and then ran away through the window.

This is the most sensible choice. It would be no fun if they waited for them to react and point the finger at themselves.Student Su Mo said that he never understood why those male protagonists didn't think of escaping in advance when they fell into the Shura field. Could it be that they were so slow that they couldn't have an ominous premonition in advance?

Someone who was complacent didn't notice at all that when he turned out the window, the two girls behind him looked at each other without saying anything and smiled strangely.

The old monk is very old and doesn't talk much. He has two fast meals a day and sits in the Buddhist hall for the rest of the time.Le Wuyou didn’t see him knock the round and smooth wooden fish very much, and he didn’t see him knock the clock a few times—but Le Wuyou would run there every morning, and he didn’t know if it was a whim or something, and he didn’t use much force to hit it a few times. bell.

He lived here and didn't have any communication with the old monk. The other party just nodded in agreement, and he also nodded to express his gratitude.The old monk would never call him when eating, and he would not prepare Le Wuyou's portion, but he didn't care.After all, living here for free is something you earn.

The two of them had no communication every day, and the monk repeated the life of getting up early, eating, chanting, carrying water, chanting, eating, chanting and then going to bed.Le Wuyou is doing anything he wants to do except for the unshakable ringing of the bell every morning, just like one day at dusk he released a snow-white bird, and then cut it off with a punch, maybe it came from the will of the world blocking.

Even though his internal injuries have not healed because of that incident, it is not important.

The old monk is dying.

This is something he knew very well when he just walked into this small temple in the middle of the mountain with no incense, but it seemed that there was no strange appearance, because the monk was very old, and the several age spots on his face were getting darker and darker.

And in this early morning, after he had rung the bell, he knew that the old man was going to die today.

He sits on the edge of the bed.

The bed in the temple is very simple, a whole piece of big stone that has been cut and flattened, with regular quilts on it.The old monk was lying on it, and there was no brilliance in his cloudy eyes that could hardly be opened.

"Ah, it's a pity that no one inherits your small temple."

Le Wuyou shrugged, this was the first sentence he said to the old monk living in this temple.

The monk didn't have the energy to speak, but there seemed to be a smile on his face.

"Is it okay? Anyway, I don't care."

He glanced at the dimly lit room, thought for a while, got up and raised his hand to push open the wooden paper window, and the morning light and the slightly cool morning breeze came in together.The room suddenly became brighter.

"Any last wishes?"

Although it was absurd, the current situation reminded him vaguely of how he got along with his wife nearly a thousand years ago.She is a woman who doesn't like to talk very much, elegant and delicate, they are like this when she is so seriously injured that even the Lord of Flowers who controls the vitality of the four seasons can't save her. Neither moved.

Then his wife closed her eyes peacefully as the window was opened and the room became clear.

The old monk also closed his eyes.

He thought for a while, and stood in front of the monk, his expression became peaceful.

There was a soft Buddha light shining from behind him, and the furrow-like wrinkles on the old monk's face seemed to have faded a bit.

After the last piece of yellow paper was burnt, it turned into black soot and floated up into the sky with the last heat wave. There was a small bump under the wind-swaying woods. There was no grass growing on it, and the soil was very new.Standing in front of it is a stone tablet with no words written on it. This is a new tomb.

Le Wuyou sat lazily in front of the grave, ignoring the fact that there were still a lot of fine debris scattered underneath, her shoulders were slightly drooping, and a half-lit cigarette was held in her right hand.

"I haven't even asked your name yet."

Taking a deep breath, half of the cigarette burned out quickly, and then exhaled deeply, the white smoke almost enveloped his half body.

Put the cigarette butt on the ground to extinguish it, and then twist it hard with two hands to crush it into fine powder and let it go with the wind.

From the beginning to the end, he only said three words to the old monk unilaterally.

"Ah, it's a pity that no one inherits your small temple."

"Is it okay? Anyway, I don't care."

"Any last wishes?"

Some of them were meaningless nonsense, and some didn't even get an answer, but it was considered a more formal exchange.

In the end, he bloomed Buddha's light in front of the old monk, which was the power left to him by a monk he killed after he came to this world.

But this is the first time I use it and the last time I use it.

When the old monk died, he also crushed the divine core of power.

It's time for him to come out.

A wild muntjac called in the mountains.

(End of this chapter)