special player

"Uncle donor, are you praising me?" The little novice monk raised his bare little head, his face full of curiosity.

"Yes, uncle praised you as a smart boy." Li Le smiled.

"Thank you, Uncle Donor, for your praise, hehe..." The little novice stood up, put his hands together and saluted Li Le, with a bright smile.

Then, the little novice squatted on the ground again and began to count ants.

"Three thousand one, three thousand two, three thousand three... four thousand..."

Li Le looked at the dozen or so ants at the feet of the young novice and fell into deep thought, wondering whether he had done something wrong.

White lies, although they are well-intentioned, are still lies and are not conducive to the little novice discovering his own problems.

Li Le thought about it and decided to forget it and keep some goodwill first.

The staggering old man finally climbed up the steps and came to the main hall. He did not enter the hall directly, but sat under the shade of a tree to rest.

The old man's breathing was very heavy, as if climbing such a high step had exhausted all his strength.

"Hello, old donor! Amitabha!" The little novice monk jumped up to the old man and clasped his hands together.

The old man was stunned for a moment, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, as well as a hint of love and regret.

"Little monk, how old are you?" the old man said with a smile.

"Returning to the donor, the young monk is already five years old."

"Five years old!" The old man looked up and down the little novice monk and smiled: "If nothing happens to my son, my grandson should be as old as you."

As he spoke, the old man stretched out his hand to touch the little novice monk.

The little novice monk took a few steps back and avoided the old man's hand: "Amitabha, old benefactor, Master has told me that no one can touch or knead him at will."

The old man smiled, a little embarrassed, but his face was kind.

"What's your name?" the old man asked.

"The little monk's name is Wujie." The little novice monk Wujie said seriously.

"What about your master?"

"My master is worthy of his dharma title. He is the presiding officer of this temple."

"Oh!" The old man nodded and continued to ask: "Where is your master now? Can you take me to see him?"

The little novice monk Wujie shook his head: "No, the master is meditating in the back hall. You can't disturb him. He doesn't see outsiders easily."

Having said this, Wujie seemed to have thought of something and suddenly whispered: "Shh, old donor, you can't tell my master that I sneaked out to play. If he finds out, I will definitely be punished to do homework and copy Buddhist scriptures."

"Hey!" The old man nodded.

The two looked at each other with understanding smiles. The grandfather and grandson, with such a big age gap, actually reached a certain balance at this moment.

At this point, the chat has come to an end.

The little novice monk Wujie returned to the tree and started counting ants. He had already counted six thousand and one.

"Six thousand two, six thousand three..."

Under the tree, the innocent voice of a young novice could be heard.

The old man had had enough rest and got up with difficulty. However, he did not follow the flow of people towards the main hall, but walked towards the left side of the main hall.

"Old man, you have come here so hard, why don't you go into the temple to worship Buddha?"

Li Le quickly followed, walked to the old man's side by the side wall of the hall, and asked.

The old man looked up at Li Le, but ignored him. He even sneered disdainfully and continued walking forward.

"Old man, you said something happened to your son before. What happened?"

Li Le did not pursue it, but just said: "Is it related to a painting?"

Hearing this, the old man trembled all over, turned back suddenly, and stared at Li Le.

He strode up to Li Le and grabbed Li Le's clothes: "How do you know that my son's accident is related to a painting?"

"Are you an accomplice?" The old man was furious, his eyes bloodshot: "Tell me, where is my son?"

Li Le didn't take it seriously and just took out the scroll from his backpack and spread it out.

"Isn't it such a painting?"

"I know because I received it too."

The old man looked at the scroll in Li Le's hand in surprise, and took it with trembling hands.

"Yes, my son has received a painting like this before."

"After that, he said he wanted to become a monk and go to a temple to practice."

"The results are gone forever. There has been no news from him for more than ten years."

The old man's voice was choked with sobs. He had been looking for his son's whereabouts for the past few years, running around and around, but found nothing.

"Then how did you know that your son might have arrived at Yumu Temple?"

In fact, Li Le already had the answer in his mind, but he wanted to confirm it again.

"I received a letter a few days ago, which contained a photo of my son getting tonsured and practicing in the temple. There were only three words written on the photo, Yumu Temple."

"That's why I came here."

Li Le knew clearly, the mysterious person, the woman who coveted him.

But Li Le couldn't figure out what the woman's purpose was in bringing this old man here.

If in Qiushan Village, that woman arranged for Teacher Yan to follow him with a group of students, and she could also help him fight.

But how can this old man help him?

Could it be that the tiger demon prefers to eat the meat of the elderly, as the meat is tighter and chewier?

Let the old man feed the tiger demon first, and then let him kill the tiger demon?

"Maybe there is something special about this old man."

Li Le thought so.

"Young man, after you received such a letter, I advise you to leave Yumu Temple as soon as possible. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time."

The old man advised.

"Your parents will be devastated by becoming a monk."

"I came here just to persuade my son to go back as soon as possible. We only have one seedling in the family, and we are still waiting for him to continue the family line."

"Thank you, old man. I am here mainly because I want to become a monk and purify my inner impetuousness with my faith in Buddha."

This is what the two sisters Qianqian Wanwan told Li Le.

There are hundreds of ghosts who lure people to Yumu Temple with different methods and reasons, but most of them are seductions, making people lose their true feelings and only want to become a monk for the sake of falling in love with a beautiful woman.

Therefore, when they knew that Li Le was still coming to Yumu Temple, the two sisters suggested that Li Le use this reason.

The more popular it is, the less likely it is to be suspected.

Li Le closed the scroll, put it in the painting bucket, and then put it in his backpack.

"Old man, if you believe me, how about you go down the mountain first, and when I find your son, I can persuade him to go down the mountain right now?"

Li Le asked.

The old man hesitated.

"I believe you have also guessed. It's not that your son is unwilling to contact you, but that something really happened."

"You can't help if you stay here. Wait for me in Huashi Town for five days to take good care of yourself. Within five days, I will try my best to bring your son back."

"If I don't return to Huashi Town in five days, it won't be too late for you to come back."

Li Le said seriously.

It's not that Li Le is kind, but he feels that the mysterious woman cannot arrange for an old man who can be knocked down by a gust of wind to lurk in the mission for no reason. Maybe this old man will come in handy at some point.

The old man lowered his head and thought for a moment, then finally nodded.

He first took out a few photos from his pocket and carefully told Li Le to remember them.

After accepting the photo, Li Le first sent the old man to the stairs. When he saw that the old man could go down the mountain smoothly, Li Le turned around and walked towards the main hall.

He had a picture scroll to prove that he was going to be ordained and become a monk, so there was no need to hide it.