I want to practice Buddhism

Two days later, the two of them were ready to go back to Yao City.

Su Mo was worried, and wanted to follow in a daze.If anything happened to these two people at this time, they would really die with regret.

"Su Mo, I need your help to watch over the monster clan's affairs, the brothers' training must not be left behind..." Before Su Mo could say what he wanted to follow, Zhao Zhaoran had already explained all the big and small things over again.

Jiang Chengfeng was watching from the side, he was still like the little son-in-law who dragged Sun Yao to chatter many years ago.It's just that the current him is a little less innocent and a little more strong and brave. Sun Yao is no longer there, and in front of him is Su Mo who is at a loss.

The white horse passes through the gap, and the fingertips are yellow sand.

Su Mo's face turned black, and you two are going on honeymoon together, so leave me here to handle chores?He felt that his worry was really unnecessary, so he waved his hand to signal them to leave quickly.

They just set foot on the way home.

The way back was not long, but Zhao Zhaoran was wandering around, killing time non-stop.The monk knew that he was timid because of his closeness to the country, so he let him go.The two of them lingered on the road for a long time, and finally arrived at Yaocheng, the young master stayed in the restaurant, refusing to leave.

He said I don't want to go, you go and see for me.

The monk wanted to reprimand him a few words, but the young master lay down on the table in despair, the sadness in his eyes was like □□, endless.It was a place where he poured out all his truest emotions, a place he loved and hated.He has been away from home for too long, and there is no one waiting at home. He has prepared an expression for the journey, but if he really wants to see him, it is blank, and he dare not go forward again.

What if there is no one there anymore?What if there is a pile of desolate bones there?Or, there is still a peaceful scene of singing and dancing, but there is no trace of his existence anymore. What should he do?

He didn't know, so he refused to go.

Jiang Chengfeng entered Yaocheng alone.

Yaocheng is still peaceful and happy.The door of Zhao's house was closed tightly, and the door became dilapidated and dilapidated, as if it would shatter if pulled lightly.The monk opened the door and went in. The furnishings inside were still the same as before. The paint on the Buddha statue on the big Buddhist hall was already in dilapidated condition.The huge house was covered with a thick layer of dust, witnessing time.

He stayed there for a while and then went out.

Walking on the street of Yaocheng, I wanted to go back directly to find Zhao Zhaoran, but he was stopped by someone.

"Master, please stop." It was a white-haired old man, leaning on a cane.He saluted the old man and asked if he needed help.

"Master, do you know Master Chengguan of Kongtong Mountain?" the old man asked tremblingly.

"It's just down."

As soon as the words fell, the old man excitedly held his hand, with tears in his eyes. "Master... Young Master Zhao... is he okay now?"

He was surprised and was speechless for a long time.

He was led into the home by the old man. There was a couple and three children in the family.When they heard that this was Master Chengguan from Kongtong Mountain, they rushed to welcome him with tea and water.

Cheng Guan thanked them one by one, and asked the old man, "What's the relationship between you and Zhao Ran?"

The old man smiled and took a sip of his tea: "Young master always liked to come to the old man's house to play around when he was a child. With him, my life as an old man is very happy. Our family has been taken care of by Mr. Zhao. Without the Zhao family, I'm afraid... I can't survive at all."

"Brother Zhaoran always brings candied haws to Ying'er!" An eight or nine-year-old girl smiled at him.

Jiang Chengfeng was silent for a while, and then knelt down in front of them.

"Cheng Guan hereby begs everyone, if one day he comes back clearly, please treat him as always."

The old man hurriedly helped him up: "Master, where is this? No matter how Mr. Zhao becomes outside, Yaocheng will always be his home."