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Qingquan Temple is actually not small.

It's just that there are very few people.

At least Shi Yin never saw many people in Qingquan Temple.

Except for the abbot and the great master, even the other monks who often live in the temple are unfamiliar to Shi Yin, let alone the passing monks.

Shi Yin stood in the courtyard, looking at the saponins tree in the courtyard.

There are dewdrops hanging on the leaves, and the morning sun shines brightly through the drops, showing a gloomy vitality.

This saponin tree was planted by him in the year when the little novice was sent to Qingquan Temple—the little novice was only a little big that year.

"Brother Shiyin!"

When Shi Yin heard the sound, he smiled and looked up at the gate of the courtyard, and he saw the little novice running towards him.

The little novice was panting from running, but his face was very happy, his eyes were shining brightly, and he shouted cheerfully: "Senior brother!"

Running to Shi Yin, the little novice explained to himself again: "Brother, I waited for you for a long time last night! But before I waited for you, Master told me to go to bed."

"Brother, you didn't lie to me, you are finally back!"

Shi Yin raised his hand to caress the little novice, with a smile on his lips, he said, "I've grown taller."

The little novice raised his face and said proudly, "Of course, I am one year older!"

"By the way, senior brother, you are back, so we can celebrate the New Year together again this year. My handwriting is very good, the abbot even praised me, and then I can help senior brother to write couplets together..."

Shi Yin listened to Tong's words with anticipation, his smile suddenly faded a little, and he withdrew his hand, just hanging by his side, a little weak.

The little monk talked for a long time, and finally realized that something was wrong with Shi Yin, he tilted his head, unable to understand: "...Brother?"

Shi Yin pursed the corners of his lips and did not speak.

I don't know how to say it.

"Okay, what are you doing standing here without going to eat early in the morning?" The master walked in, glanced at Shi Yin, and asked, "Have you practiced?"

Shi Yin calmed down his emotions and nodded slightly: "I have practiced."

The master didn't believe it: "Then why are you so refreshed? Don't you have a drop of sweat?"

Shi Yin said indifferently: "It's cold."

"..." The master had nothing to say, so he nodded and said, "All right, then you all go to the Zhaitang with me to have breakfast."

As he said that, the master waved to the little novice and called, "Master Wen, come here."

The little novice looked at his master, then at Shi Yin, and called out aggrievedly: "Brother Shi Yin..."

Shi Yin sighed in his heart, didn't speak, just stretched out his hand to the little novice monk.

The little novice immediately became happy again, happily went to hold Shi Yin's hand, and followed Shi Yin's side and walked outside.

Upon seeing this, the master shook his head and said, "Just get used to it."

After finishing speaking, he put his hands behind his back, turned around and left first.

The little novice stuck out his tongue, still took Shi Yin's hand and walked out.

The three of them returned to the Abode after breakfast.

The master dismissed the little novice monk, closed the door again, and then came back and sat down opposite Shi Yin, looking very cautious.

Shi Yin smiled and asked, "Master, what are you doing...?"

The master ignored him, but asked with a serious face, "Shi Yin, how have you been in the capital this year?"

Shi Yin lowered his eyes, not showing any emotion: "Very good."

The master became anxious when he saw this, he slapped down the table, but still kept his voice down: "You know what it means to be a master!"

Shi Yin had no choice but to reply: "It's really good."

"I got to know two or three new people, but I just talked a few times, nothing else."

The master still refused to believe it: "Really?"

Shi Yin didn't say anything, just stared at the master.

The master was seen to be defeated, waved his hands, and admitted defeat: "Okay, really, really, can't you really?"

Shi Yin flicked his sleeves and looked away.

The master paused for a moment, then started another topic, and said again: "Shi Yin, when you left last year, why did you tell me to go to the book and call you back no matter what, one year later?"

Shi Yin dropped a sentence that seemed to be true or false: "Because I plan to run away."

The master was stunned: "What... what?!"

Shi Yin just waited for him to come back to his senses.

In fact, what he said was not a lie to Master.

At that time, I left too quickly, and I couldn't explain more, but fortunately, the instructions I left were still useful.

Last September, an uninvited guest posted a post, inviting him to the capital—even though he had never been to the capital, he had heard how dangerous it was.

Therefore, Shi Yin paved a way out for himself.

So he could endure all kinds of actions of Daxing Temple, anyway, it was only a year.

But unexpectedly, he would meet A Luan later.

Shi Yin's heart moved slightly, he touched Dai Zhu on his wrist, and he began to think about A Luan again.

Thinking of A Luan, Shi Yin suddenly thought of a question, a question that he had been perplexed since childhood, but he had never asked.

Shi Yin pondered for a moment and asked, "Master, are you and the abbot deliberately teaching me?"

The master just came back to his senses, when he heard this sentence, he was stunned again: "Huh?"

Shi Yin was not in a hurry, but asked again patiently: "Master, are you and the abbot deliberately teaching me?"

Master could no longer pretend not to hear, and asked with evasive eyes: "What... do you mean?"

"That means," Shi Yin said slowly, "I want to know what else Master and the abbot have lied to me all this time."

"For example, you actually know me..."

"Who lied to you!" Master stood up suddenly, slammed the table down, snatched Shi Yin's words, and asked in turn: "Also, what is deliberate teaching?!"

"It's harming you to teach you martial arts to strengthen your body? It's harming you to teach you medical skills to save yourself and others? Your uncle led you to literacy enlightenment and taught you the meaning of scriptures. What is it that harms you?!"

Shi Yin looked at the master who was messing around, so he had to stand up, and helplessly called out: "Master..."

Master waved his sleeves, but was still angry: "Don't call me! Call someone who didn't lie to you!"

Shi Yin frowned: "Master knows what I mean."

"Follow me up the mountain to collect herbs tomorrow!"

The master just pretended that he didn't hear anything, and he was about to leave after saying a word.

Shi Yin watched and said in a low voice, "I'll only be back for ten days."

The master paused for a moment, but never looked back, and even walked faster.

Shi Yin stood there, looking at the master's back, not planning to catch up, and not even in a hurry.

He knows the Master.

Within ten days, his problem will be solved.

The little novice held the door frame and poked his head to look in, looked at Shi Yin with worry in his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, are you alright?"

Shi Yin reassured: "It's okay."

The little novice monk was one year older, but he was still naive. He heard what he heard, and he couldn't think of more meaning: "It's fine!"

"But Master was so fierce just now!"

Shi Yin couldn't help but smiled again, nodded and said, "It's very fierce."

The little novice said, "Brother, don't be afraid, I will protect you!"

Shi Yin heard it and smiled, but didn't respond.

The little novice didn't chase after him either, and was quickly attracted by a butterfly flying into the yard.

"Brother, look! Butterflies!"

The little monk followed the butterfly and ran in the yard, and didn't intend to reach out to catch it.

Shi Yin watched with gentle eyes, and thought of A Luan again.

If it was A Luan, she would probably grab it, pinch it and show it to him, and then ask him if it looks good.

If she doesn't get an answer, Aluan will never stop.

Or maybe, A Luan still thinks that this little blue gray butterfly is not good-looking enough, so he will search for a more beautiful one for a long time, and then ask him about it.

Shi Yin thought, A Luan could do it, probably he could do it.

The author has something to say:

A Luan: Don't doubt, I will.

Shi Yin: No doubt, I believe it.

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Master Master: Is my dog ​​blood switch so active?Think beautiful.

Little novice monk: Chasing butterflies innocently and purely online!

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Author: Please...collect...collect...comment...comment...etc. (super soft voice)