Strange talk live room

"Two distinguished guests want to offer incense, but I don't accompany them. Isn't it too disrespectful?" The host stood up, clasping his hands and looking kindly.

"The host said this out of the blue. We are already acquaintances, so we don't need to be so polite." I waved my hand nonchalantly.

"It's getting late, so we don't need to disturb you too much. We can just burn two sticks of incense and leave, so the host doesn't have to worry."

Huixin stood next to the host with her head slightly lowered and said nothing.

"Since Benefactor Li has spoken, I will not show up anymore." The host did not force himself, "Huixin, greet your two benefactors."

"Yes, host."

Huixin nodded honestly, with some restrained excitement in her eyes.

"Two donors, please come with me."

Under the watchful eye of the host, he led us out of the tea room, through the long corridor, and towards the main hall.

The pace is a bit fast, as if he is in a hurry.

In the main hall.

The ceiling light was turned off, leaving only a few small wall lamps for illumination. The spacious hall was dark and quiet.

The Buddha statue sits high on the altar, its golden light hidden in the darkness.

A row of lotus-shaped lights underneath were on, making the Buddha's face appear even darker.

Huixin went to the side to get some incense, lit it on the evergreen lamp, and handed it to Dabiao and me.

"Brother, big man, please burn some incense."

He had a smile on his face and wasn't as tight as before.

"good."

We took the incense, bowed to the Buddha, and then inserted the incense into the big incense burner.

"Little Baldy, you have grown a lot taller, but you have also lost a lot of weight. It seems that the food in your temple is not as good as what we have outside."

Dabiao touched Huixin's head and smiled as he did before.

"Monks should be pure in mind and have few desires, so they can't focus on eating all day long." Hui Xin said sternly.

"Haha, don't worry, I won't tell Lord Buddha that you ate meat secretly." Da Biao lowered his voice in a sly voice and winked at him.

Huixin's face suddenly turned red.

"Huixin, do you usually have hard time practicing?" I looked at Huixin and asked.

Huixin raised her head, looked at me, and said, "It's not hard work. It's just that if I'm in seclusion, I can only stay in the house and can't go out. It's a bit depressing."

After a pause, he showed a determined smile and added: "But for our temple, these are nothing."

He seemed to have something in his words.

Seclusion, unable to go out.

Cultivation is a personal matter, but he said it was for Yunhua Temple.

But Da Biao shook his head: "I don't understand how boring your life is, monks, who eat fast and chant Buddha's name all day long. You see, I followed my elder brother, and now I'm doing business. Do you know how our store came to be? The process is always interesting”

Hui Xin just laughed.

The smile is a bit complicated. While happy for us, it also has a hint of sadness.

"How are Huijue Huihai and the others?" I asked again, "How far have they practiced in seclusion?"

Huixin's eyes seemed to be wary of her surroundings. After thinking for a while, she said: "Cultivation is not easy. We don't know when we will be able to break through."

"Practice can only be successful if you persevere. If you are not strong-willed, slack and lazy, all your previous efforts will be in vain!" I reached out and patted Hui Xin's thin shoulder.

The last time we saw each other, it had only been about two months, but he had become much more mature and sensible, and no longer childish at all.

"Brother, we will work hard and never give up!" Huixin looked at me and nodded vigorously.

I read his eyes and smiled.

"Then that's it for today. If you want to practice, we won't disturb you anymore. We'll see you again later!"

I put the last few words a little too strongly.

"Ah, let's go now. I still have a lot to say." Da Biao scratched his head.

"It's okay, he won't run away, we just come here often." I said.

"makes sense."

Huixin smiled: "Then I'll give it to you."

"good."

After leaving the main hall, Huixin took us to the gate.

"Brother."

Lifting her legs and stepping out of the door, Huixin suddenly called me.

"What?" I turned around.

Huixin looked at me, seemingly a little confused, and hesitated to speak. Finally, she forced out a smile and said, "Be careful on the road."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to us." I gave a reassuring smile, "You practice hard and don't give up. I will cheer for you!"

"Well, thank you, brother!"

Huixin nodded and stood inside the door with her hands clasped together, watching Dabiao and I gradually go away.

In the darkness next to the gate, a great monk stood out expressionlessly.

Huixin lowered her head and silently followed the great monk back.

The grand door of Yunhua Temple was also closed.

In the entire temple, most of the lights were extinguished.

The dense buildings perch gloomily on the mountainside, giving off an inexplicable sense of gloom.

After getting in the car, I lit a cigarette in silence.

I didn't speak until the driver drove the car back to the auto repair shop and only Dabiao and I were left.

"Something happened to the little monk."

"Ah? What?" Dabiao was startled and looked at me nervously.

He knows I don't joke around.

"No wonder I think he speaks strangely. What's wrong with him?"

"The old monk has a problem." I said solemnly.

"Old monk? You mean host?" Dabiao's eyes widened in disbelief, "Didn't he say that he wanted to cultivate the little bald ones?"

"Having them in seclusion is a cover-up, they are under house arrest."

"Why?" Da Biao was puzzled, "They did a great job last time and helped them catch the spy. Not only were they not rewarded, why were they punished?"

"That's the problem, have you forgotten what they have in their hands?" I glanced at Dabiao.

"What?" Da Biao was stunned for a while before he remembered, "That's the one"

"You guessed it right!" I nodded vigorously, "There is indeed something wrong with this old monk. He appears to be kind, but in reality he is also a scheming and vicious master."

"Then we have to help the little bald man, why are you still leaving?" Da Biao was anxious.

"This matter can't be done openly. Didn't you listen to what the old monk said, that he was just passing on the skills and letting the young monks and the others go into seclusion?"

"But we can't just watch Baldhead and the others die."

"Don't be in a hurry. Before the old monk gets the things, their lives are not in danger. They just have to suffer a little."

Da Biao sighed: "Why is the little bald man's life so miserable? He was unjustly accused of killing an elder, and now he is under house arrest. Isn't he destined to be a monk?"

"How can you live without some training in life?"

"Brother, we can't help openly, how can we do it secretly?"

I lit a cigarette again, thought silently for a while, and said, "Just pretend you don't know what to do when we open tomorrow. We'll talk about it in a few days."

"Ah, this?" Da Biao was puzzled.

"We act rashly. If we push the old monk into a hurry, there's no guarantee he will do anything to Huixin and the others. Let's pretend we don't know anything first and let him let down his guard."

I knocked the ashes from my cigarette and looked steadily.

"A senior martial artist is going to see me in a few days. It would be more appropriate to ask her for help."