Quick travel god stick demeanor

Because of his natural behavior, Xie Ange unknowingly reached the realm of harmony between man and nature during the journey, and his cultivation grew extremely fast.His Tao has taken shape, and it is firmer and clearer than before.

In the evening, the sky was gloomy, with light rain pattering down.

A monk held an oil-paper umbrella and walked unhurriedly along the winding path in the rain.

Generally speaking, when people travel in the rain, even if they hold an umbrella, they will be hit by the flying rain on their shoes.

Strangely, this monk seemed to be in a place cut off from reality, the rain did not touch him at all, and even the uppers of his shoes were dry and clean.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

A thin black dog barked non-stop at the approaching Xie Ange, its tail was tightly folded, and its watery eyes were fixed on the young monk with timidity inside, but its paws were still firmly pawing at the door. , not stepping back.

"Little guy!" Xie Ange chuckled, ignored it, went to the door, picked up the copper head ring, and knocked rhythmically on the wooden door.

There was a pitiful whimper from the black dog's throat, but it didn't dare to attack the man, it could feel his strength.

A girl's shrill voice and hurried footsteps came from the tile house, "Who is it?"

"Female benefactor, this little monk is a passer-by. It's getting late now, so I hope I can stay here for one night." Xie Ange said gently.

A moment of silence.

Xie Ange, who has a keen ear, clearly heard the sound of a stool falling to the ground and the sound of two people talking.

"Brother, he is a monk, do you want to open the door for him to come in?"

"Can't drive! Parents are not here, we can't drive."

Not long after the sound of pacing came out, the person who said he couldn’t open the door changed his mind again, “No! I think we should open it. If you are a real monk, it’s not easy to offend those bald donkeys. Go back and file a complaint. , we can't eat and walk around."

"What if it's a bad guy?"

"Don't be afraid. Listen to the voice, he is not very old. If he dares to act recklessly, I will kill him with a knife!" Then there was a metal-specific voice.

"Besides, there is still black charcoal here! It will be later, and my parents will be back, so there is nothing to be afraid of! My parents, they are the most capable people in ten miles and eight villages! Neighbors will arrive as soon as they call, I am afraid What?"

"Brother is amazing!"

Not afraid?Are you afraid that your voice is trembling?

Obviously listening to your analysis, it's methodical and quite reasonable.

Outside the door, Xie Ange was smiling, his heart was already laughing so hard, why is this person so funny?

Soon, the sound of wooden clogs walking across the patio came from the house, the wooden bolt behind the door was pulled open, and the wooden door creaked open, revealing a youthful face.

Seeing a young man with a bald head, he became less vigilant, cleared his throat, folded his hands together, "Cough! Hello, Master."

This young man looks ordinary, but his eyes are very interesting.

Single eyelids, the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, flying up obliquely, like a phoenix spreading its wings, the eyes are not big, but full of classic charm.When the eyes are half closed, it looks like a Persian cat just waking up, with a lazy and luxurious smell.

"My little monk has met the benefactor." Xie Ange said with a smile.

The inexperienced young man was mesmerized by this beautiful appearance in the blink of an eye, and the vigilance in his heart was reduced a little bit, his eyes dodged slightly, he stretched out his finger to the room, and said: "Master, please come in, Master."

As he walked in, he murmured in a very low voice: "This looks! It's a waste to be a monk!"

Xie Ange followed behind the young man, trying his best to hold back his laughter.

Inside is a typical southern building. After entering the door, there is an open-air patio. The patio is paved with bricks and stones, with green moss growing in the gaps. There is a well in the corner, and there are tools for fetching water beside it.

Facing the gate is the hall, the wooden threshold is so high that it almost reaches Xie Ange's calf.

The young man welcomed Xie Ange to the hall. After entering the room, Xie Ange put down the bamboo suitcase on his back, put away the oil-paper umbrella, and put his hands together. ?”

The young man seemed a little restrained, pinched the hem of his clothes, never dared to look directly at Xie Ange, and said very politely: "Miangui's surname is Wu, Wu Jiahui."

"Benefactor Wu."

After a while, a girl about six or seven years old with a bun came in. She made a cup of hot tea with a kettle, lowered her head, and said softly, "Master, please have a cup of hot tea."

Xie Ange took the cup and said, "Thank you, benefactor." He drank a sip of tea, although it was only a cup of crude tea, but the friendship inside was priceless, and praised: "The tea is delicious."

"That's good." The girl showed a cramped smile.

When the baby in the side room cried, she seemed to be relieved, and hurried away with her skirt.

Wu Jiahui introduced: "This is my sister, Niuniu."

"My Buddha is virtuous, and the female benefactor is kind and virtuous, and there will be blessings in the future." Xie Ange said.

These words scratched Wu Jiahui's itch, he didn't hide it, and smiled proudly, "Yes, I have grown up so much, and I have never seen a better girl than my sister, she is obedient and sensible."

After a pause, he added: "She's also very smart, good-looking, and has very skillful hands, like a little fairy."

After opening the chatterbox, the two chatted.

After nightfall, a couple really came back.The couple seemed to be honest, and they treated Xie Ange with respect.

Father Wu is tall and strong, he is tall and big, even if he is taciturn, he still has a strong sense of presence just standing there.

At night, Wu's mother discussed with her husband and said: "Heitan is getting old and can't take care of the house. Why don't you sell it for some copper coins and buy some grain and come back. It's raining too much. They don’t grow well, and the rice husks are all shrunken.”

"Then sell it."

Wu Jiahui jumped out to object, "It can't be sold, Heitan is so good, how can you sell it?"

"Our family has raised it for so long, why can't we sell it?"

Niu Niu said softly, "Mother, brother doesn't mean that."

"Then what does he mean?"

Niuniu played the emotional card, "Mom, do you still remember when Heitan came to our house?"

"Of course I remember. Your eldest brother was naughty when he was three years old. He was so naughty when he went out, and he disappeared as soon as he went out. Then your father went to the grandmother's house at the end of the village and brought Heitan back. It has been ten years now .”

"Once, your elder brother fell into the river, and Heitan tried his best to pull him back... Another time, your elder brother went to fight, and Heitan protected him. Your brother was fine, and Heitan's legs All lame."

Mother Wu fell silent as she spoke, her voice choked with sobs.

"Mother, can we stop selling black charcoal?" Niu Niu begged.

"Don't sell it? The rice in our family tank is almost bottomed out. What will we eat if we don't sell it?"

Wu Jiahui was very unconvinced and said: "Heitan is just the two taels of meat. If you sell it, you can't exchange it for much copper coins, and you can't buy much rice."

"That's better than not having any money, you still have to go back to your private school!"

When it came to studying, Wu Jiahui was speechless. He knew how much his family had spent for his education.

The little girl who looks like a girl, wears dusty clothes worn and altered by others all year round. She grows so old that she doesn't see a new dress or any color.

On the dining table at home, the smell of oil is rarely seen, and my mother can't wait to break a copper coin into two pieces.

It is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son, that's it.

The little boy, full of thoughts, tossed and turned all night.

Early the next morning, the rain didn't stop, but it was getting bigger and bigger.

After breakfast, Xie Ange was about to bid farewell and leave.

Father Wu asked to stay, "Little master, it's raining too much now, why don't you rest for a while."

Xie Ange smiled, and said meaningfully: "Young monk is very scared."

"What is little master afraid of?"

"I'm afraid, if you don't leave today, you won't be able to leave tomorrow if you want to."

Father Wu was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression turned ugly, and he said every word: "Master, what does this mean?"

Xie Ange didn't answer his question directly, but walked under the eaves and looked at the vast sky and earth, the raindrops formed a line, and the rainwater in the distance simply turned into a piece of snow white, like undulating waves.

He stretched out his hand to catch the rain, and said casually: "This rain is really getting bigger and bigger."

Then he drew his hand back and said nothing more.

Father Wu's face was even uglier, and his expression was blank for a moment.

"Is the rain really getting heavier?"

"Monks don't lie."

"Yeah dad, the rain is really getting heavier. Yesterday it was as big as a rice noodle, but today it's as big as a chopstick." Wu Jiahui said to Father Wu upon hearing this.

Wu's father was decisive enough, and once he came to his senses, he immediately said to Wu's mother: "Mother, pack up your things immediately, the flood is coming, let's leave immediately!"

"Jiahui, let's go! Let's go to the patriarch's house!"

Mother Wu panicked for a while, and thrust the infant son into her daughter's hand, "Niu Niu, hold your brother and feed him some porridge." Then she hurriedly packed up her belongings.

Father Wu and Wu Jiahui put on straw raincoats and hurried out of the house.

Xie Ange also packed his luggage. Fortunately, he didn't have many things and didn't move much, so he packed it up quickly.

After saying goodbye to Wu's mother, he opened the oil-paper umbrella and walked slowly into the rain.

When Xie Ange reached the entrance of the village, he heard shouts.

"Master, master, wait a minute!!"

When Wu Jiahui ran in front of Xie Ange, the clothes under the coir raincoat were soaked, and the dog named Heitan followed him, limping.

"Master!" Wu Jiahui panted heavily, looking very embarrassed.

"Benefactor Wu, is there anything else?"

Wu Jiahui hesitated for a while, his expression changed from uneasiness to reluctance, and then to firmness, and begged: "Master, I am merciful to the Buddha, and God also has the virtue of good life. I want to ask Master to take good care of Heitan... is that okay?"

Xie Ange took a deep look at Wu Jiahui, "Okay."

"Thank you, Master." Wu Jiahui looked at Heitan one after another, his eyes gradually became moist.

He knelt down and stroked Heitan's head, the dog wagged its tail enjoying it.

Then he pointed to Xie Ange and said, "Heitan, look at this master, you will follow him from now on, understand?"

Heitan wagged his tail ignorantly, completely unaware that its little master was no longer able to raise it.

Wu Jiahui pushed Heitan towards Xie Ange, Heitan cried out uneasily, and stuck out his tongue to lick the little master's hand.

Suddenly, Wu Jiahui stood up abruptly and ran towards the village, Heitan also ran towards him.

Wu Jiahui turned around and shouted.

"Heitan, stop!"

Heitan braked suddenly when he heard this, slipped on the muddy road, and almost fell down.

Wu Jiahui pointed in Xie Ange's direction and shouted loudly: "You go! You follow him!"

Heitan's fur was also completely soaked, clinging tightly to the skin, making it look thin, just like what Wu Jiahui said, only two taels of flesh.

It looked at the little master with wet eyes, and stretched out a front paw tentatively towards the little master like a game played in the past.

Usually when it does this, Wu Jiahui will pinch its paws and play with it for a while.

But today Wu Jiahui bent down to pick up a few stones, and threw them at Heitan one by one.

"Bad dog! You go! Go! Do you want to die if you don't go?"

There was water all over his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Heitan whimpered, like in slow motion, and retracted his paw very slowly, staring at Wu Jiahui while retracting, to see if there was any change in his expression.

However, Heitan was disappointed.

There is no change, and the little master still throws stones at it.

He doesn't want it anymore, he's driving it away.

Xie Ange took off his cassock, rolled up the black charcoal, held the umbrella in one hand, held the black charcoal in the other, and left.

Heitan struggled weakly, but his head and eyes were always directed towards his little master, watching everything he was familiar with slowly move away.

In the torrential rain, the frail young man bit his lip and cried silently.

He has always been smart, he wants wind to get wind, and rain to get rain.Even if my family is poor, I am confident that I can support my family through my own efforts.

Today, however, he had his first taste of powerlessness.

Wu Jiahui, you are really incompetent.

The author has something to say:

Master: A respectful title for monks.