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Senior brother left, and said that he didn't have the strength to take care of him now, so he refused to take him there, and left him in this damn Yanyun Temple, eating millet porridge every night.

Thinking of this, Naan became very angry, and used his feet to shovel the mud on the ground.

"Two hundred days, I just came back!" After thinking about it, Na Yan still felt that two hundred days was a very scary number, and became even angrier. He picked up his short legs and kicked a lot of mud into one side of the fire.

This is his own fire, ready to roast taro stolen from the kitchen.

To be honest, roasted taro is not delicious at all, but there is only taro in the kitchen to steal, and he is really hungry.

Na pursed his lips, thinking of Mo Ya at this moment.

Although this person is quite perverted, he would take him to pick chestnuts and lotus pods. Once it rained heavily, he caught many wet sparrows under the tree and secretly roasted them for him to eat.

Thinking of this made me even hungrier, swallowed, and looked up at the sky.

It just rained during the day, and the moon at night is very bright and round, like steamed buns.

Between Mantou and himself is the main hall of the temple, on which there seems to be...a person squatting.

The squatting posture of this person is very special, his hands are drooping, and his waist is slumped. He is very cheap and lazy, and his appearance is very familiar.

"Brother Mo Ya!"

Suddenly, the foodie realized that he was dreaming, and ran towards the hall.

"Pong!"

All the sleeping monks in Yanyun Temple heard the loud noise.

The source of the sound came from the main hall, followed by the sound of something crackling and burning.

The monks of Yanyun Temple were all skilled, and soon following the sound, they rushed from the backyard.

It was already late, and the hall was in a mess. Although the fire was not big, the signboard of Yanyun Temple that was used to smash the door had been completely burned, and the Manjushri Bodhisattva enshrined in the center of the hall had been beheaded and removed. A naked body.

"Hello, everyone." Mo Ya on the roof greeted, stepped on the wrecked head of the Bodhisattva, blew a breath, and greeted everyone.

"It's you?" The monk who had besieged You Guang earlier recognized him, and immediately raised his voice to warn everyone to form a stick formation.

Mo Ya tilted his head, his amber golden eyes passed over their heads, all the way back, and finally landed on Na Yan.

"Why did the benefactor come here?" Nayan clasped his hands together.

"Why are you here?" Mo Ya lowered his head, looked at the Buddha's head on the bottom of his feet, and seemed to be thinking.

"I don't know either." Immediately he said, raised his head, and kicked the Buddha's head out with a swish.

Although he had guarded against those words, the Buddha's head arrived in an instant like the wind and electricity, and he was in awe of the Buddha. He hesitated, and was hit in the chest by the Buddha's head.

The bronze Buddha head hit his chest, making a muffled "dang".

And the ghostly Mo Ya came at the sound, and when he was about to vomit a mouthful of blood, the five fingers of his right hand were like knives, and pierced into his chest.

The eminent monk really got the Tao, with a heart in Mo Ya's palm, it was still beating unhurriedly.

"Master, do you know why I came here? Did I come to this world to see my people being slaughtered? Or was it to be kept in the dark for 3000 years, to taste the sensation of thousands of thunder piercing my heart every day?"

Mo Ya on the other side spoke softly, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked at the words firmly, and slightly clenched his palm, the blood immediately flowed from under his five fingers.

"when."

That man's fat legs were short, so his feet were not fast, and when he ran to the main hall, he just heard this muffled sound like a bell.

Manjusri Bodhisattva's head actually hit Brother Nayan's heart.

Before he understood the situation, he took another step forward, and saw a person rushing towards Na Yan like a wind, and then, unexpectedly inserted his right hand into Na Yan's chest.

And that person was actually Mo Ya.

The situation was critical, and he was hugged by the waist, blocking his steps.

"Brother Mo Ya."

The hall was full of flames, he yelled, but was immediately drowned out by the noise.

And Mo Ya's palm began to tighten at this moment.

What is this doing?Didn't Mo Ya come here and take him to pick chestnuts and hunt pheasants, then wrap them in mud and roast them on the fire?

That anger was terrified, so heart-rending, he yelled again.

"elder brother!"

Although he had no internal strength, his childish voice was high-pitched, and this sound pierced the night sky and exploded above everyone's heads.

Probably hearing his howl, Mo Ya in front of the main hall slowly turned his head and stared at him for a long time.

"elder brother!"

The snack guy added again.

Mo Ya panted, as if he was struggling fiercely, his eyes flickered, and finally recognized the anger.

"Snacks?"

Mo Ya, whose consciousness was still struggling, pulled out his five fingers from Na Yan's chest, dripping with blood, grabbed Na Yan as soon as he came over, kicked everyone over and walked away.

"Then hate?"

Holding that anger, I don't know how long it took before Mo Ya's consciousness completely defeated Tai Sui, and the soles of his feet felt numb, and even the anger fell on the muddy ground.

Probably because of too much blood loss and severe physical exhaustion, Mo Ya was unable to get up sometimes, struggled for a long time, and finally leaned against a dead tree, closed his eyes and waited for the dizziness to pass.

"What's wrong with you?" Na Yan got up, obviously still a little afraid of him, and asked from a distance.

"The plug-in is malfunctioning, and the blood cannot be recovered for the time being." Mo Ya raised the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

"Oh." The man replied angrily, moved over a little bit, and stood there looking at him.

After a while, Mo Ya opened his eyes and saw three snacks, so he waved to the one in the middle: "Come on, brother hug."

That snorted, showing that he didn't cooperate, and said in an old-fashioned voice: "You made yourself like this again, and the senior brother will definitely be angry if he knows."

"But Senior Brother now, probably...will not be angry anymore." After a while, he added another sentence.

This sentence made Mo Ya aphasic, he was stunned for a while, and began to feel around his body, finally found a jade pendant, and handed it to Na Chen.

"There seems to be a market town ahead. You can exchange this jade pendant for meat buns. Remember to exchange at least ten. If you don't have one, you will kick his shop down." The gangster Mo Ya really has a hooligan spirit: "Eat it, you can go back .”

"how about you."

"I still have something to do." Mo Ya panted, the anger in front of his eyes merged into one, but began to become illusory and distorted: "You go first, maybe the meat buns will be gone if you go late."

"No!" Na Chen said loudly, "I can't leave you to eat steamed buns, if senior brother comes back, he will punish me for copying books!"

Mo Ya's consciousness was already blurred. Hearing this sentence, he thought he was dreaming at first. After waiting for a while, he suddenly tasted the meaning of this sentence, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"You said your senior brother is back?" It seemed that all the water in his body had been drained. These words were so dry that it took him a long time to utter them with difficulty.

"I won't be back until half a year!" Na Chen pursed her mouth, thinking of all the sufferings of eating millet gruel, she couldn't help crying.

"He... isn't dead?" Mo Ya trembled, leaning on the dead tree, and got up little by little.

"Nearly died. Although he had two hearts, he had one heart dug out, and he almost died. I went to strike the clock every day, and it took him many days to wake up!"

two hearts.

After hearing this sentence, the three words seemed to echo, intertwined with each other, stirring countless times back and forth in Mo Ya's chest.

He is not dead.

This news is so fake, like thousands of trees and flowers blooming in the cold winter months, no matter what, it sounds illusory.

"Your senior brother, Na Xu, are you really not dead?" Like all eight o'clock clocks, Mo Ya squeezed Na Chen's arms tightly.

"Well."

"where is he?"

"Eldest brother won't let me tell others."

"I'm not someone else."

Na Chen hesitated a little, and shoveled the ground with his foot, digging a hole.

"Tick it, you can't say I said it." Finally he made up his mind, raised his little fat hand, and a short fat pinky finger appeared on the meaty dimple.

The astringent wind slowly swept across the sand dunes, raising smoke and sand, a leisure in the desolation.

The sunlight is strong, and every grain of sand in the desert spares no effort to reflect its blazing heat.

The sky was sitting on the ground, and Naxu set up a pergola in front of his house, using sand trays to make paper and branches as pens, teaching children in nearby villages to write.

The children were all attentive and listened with gusto.

Na Xu smiled, leaned over to correct the typo, "This word should be written like this."

At this time, the surface of the wound on the body was a little itchy, but there was a slight pain in the flesh and blood.

Nasu didn't frown, he understood.The long-lost rain in the desert is coming.

"Master, we have finished our homework, can we play hide and seek?"

The child was in full swing, interrupting all the haze.

"Okay." Na Xu covered his eyes with a thick cloth strip, "I'll count to one hundred, you guys hide quickly."

"one two three four……"

The children began to laugh and be busy, and the dry wind and sand became interesting, sometimes.

From near to far.

In the distance, Mo Ya walked out of the wind and sand.

Staggering, every step he took was miserable and difficult, as if his feet were dragging a heavy rock.

People are like clothes, dusty and old.

"32, 33, 34,"

"46, 47..."

Excited, Mo Ya quickened his pace and approached step by step. The sand and stones seeped into his shoes wantonly, and it was hot.For some reason, he suddenly fell down accidentally, and his knees sank heavily into the yellow sand.

Naxu paused.

Mo Ya put his hands on the ground and raised his head.

In the sun, the wind was blowing the monk's robe in front of him, still showing that unsharp charm.

Nasu was so dazzling.

Mo Ya's chapped lips moved, but he couldn't say it. Na Xu's name was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it.

It's not that he didn't want them to meet again, he thought he could greet him chicly, and said casually, Monk, I'm back.

However, at the moment they are close at hand.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Mo Ya panted silently, tears actually dripping down the sand.

Nasu, there is only one.

"95, 96, ... one hundred." Nasu took off the strip of cloth hesitantly, narrowed his eyes, and slowly adapted to the strong light.

The wind blows the sand, covering those few inconspicuous wetness, covering everything that is insignificant.

Goodbye, everything as before.

The world is peaceful.

Naxu looked around and walked towards the corner of the pergola.

"Got you!"

Finally, he landed in front of the low wall where Mo Ya was hiding, said softly against the light, and slowly spread his arms.