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Chapter 533 Old News of the Bronze Buddha Temple ([-])

Chapter 533 Old News of the Bronze Buddha Temple ([-])

"Master, why did you give them money?"

Weeds are overgrown, and under the scorching sun, the dark green leaves droop their heads.

Located in front of a deserted hillside lined with thick jungle and thorny vines.

Following the narrow path that the hunter walked out of, one can vaguely see a dilapidated temple.

The six-year-old novice is wearing a patched gray robe.

Red lips and white teeth, innocent face, a pair of clear eyes, looking suspiciously at the old monk opposite.

Wearing a pale blue monk robe, the 40-year-old monk had wrinkles on his face, and even his eyebrows were a little grayer. He touched the little novice monk's head with rough palms.

The old monk's eyes were somewhat loving, and he looked up to the front, with almost divine light shining in his eyes!
"What I give is not money, but hope."

Passing through the rugged mountain road and the impenetrable dense forest, you can vaguely see a village. A teenage girl looks like a 40-year-old aunt. Two little boys with pigtails are sitting on the yellow mud at the entrance of the village.

Big head, slender limbs, chubby belly, withered yellow skin that feels like it will be mixed with the soil.

A little boy dug out a worm from the yellow mud, and a cheerful smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, the worm in his hand was snatched away by another stronger boy and stuffed directly into his mouth.

Soon, the two children were wrestling together.

The louder the quarrel, the rude words and beast-like roars sounded at the entrance of this backward village, like two wild beasts drinking blood.

Along with the quarrel, a child's cries sounded from a dilapidated thatched house at the entrance of the village, but no one paid attention to it. The rough skin and shriveled chest had no juice.

Looking at the window with dull eyes, the work of weaving the net was repeated, and the teenage mother continued the work in hand.

The lifeless village is filled with a breath called despair.

"Obviously it's money, but why did Master say it's hope?"

The little novice did not understand, he was confused.

Ever since I can remember, I have been following Master.

The two traveled to many places, the bustling and treacherous big cities, the poor and simple countryside, but no matter where they went, Master was always respected.

What is respect?

The little novice also didn't understand, but he knew what money was.

Money is something that can buy food. A small copper coin can be exchanged for two steamed buns.

He likes to eat steamed buns, big steamed buns with meat sandwiched between them. It would be even better if the store could give away two pickles. Although he doesn’t understand anything, he hopes that he can become as respected as Master in the future, because eating like this There is no need to pay for things.

But the little novice still didn't understand why the master stayed here, was it because of the golden mountain in the back mountain?

Looking at the little novice's puzzled eyes, the old monk smiled and rubbed his head, and casually broke off a bodhi tree branch from the side and stuck it on the ground:
"Hope is like a sapling. Not every sapling can grow into a big tree. Hope needs irrigation. It doesn't matter if you don't understand it now, you will understand it later."

Time goes by day by day, just like the seasons of nature, this is an irreversible law of nature.

The little novice gradually grew up, and the old monk's eyebrows became more and more gray.

A group of people came from the village at the foot of the mountain. These people carried hoes and axes. They dug out the roots of the trees, trimmed the felled tree trunks straight, turned the soil into bricks and stones, and carried them into the mountain with poles.

The temple is still the same temple, but there are many houses with blue bricks and red tiles around the temple.

The bodhi tree branch that the old monk had broken down did not survive in the end, but the big bodhi tree next to it became more and more luxuriant.

The sun was shining brightly, and the yellow mud at the entrance of the village was trampled down.

The 16-year-old novice monk is no longer the little doll he was back then.

Now his lips are red and his teeth are white, his face is handsome, and his strong body spreads the green robe, like a thriving bodhi tree.

The village at the foot of the mountain has changed a lot. Although there are still not many people, it seems to be alive, and it is no longer as lifeless as before.

Beside the yellow mud-colored dirt road, the two children from that year have disappeared.

But there is an extra ancestral hall, and there is an old man over half a century old, holding a torn book in his hand, shaking his head and teaching the dozen or so children in front of him.

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good."

"In the beginning of human beings, nature is inherently good..."

At the entrance of the village, the thatched houses are still dilapidated, but they look much cleaner.

The woman back then went to some unknown place. In front of the table where she used to weave a net, a young girl in plain clothes sat watching the little novice pour the rice from the bag into her own rice jar.

The rice grains collided and threw up a burst of dust. Under the sunlight, the sweat beads on the tip of the little novice's nose were crystal clear.

The muscular curves of the arms and the handsome face made the simple girl blush, and she said shyly:

"Little monk, you are so kind to me."

"hey-hey."

Pouring the last handful of rice into the rice vat, the little novice patted his head.

He secretly glanced at the simple girl, then quickly lowered his head, with a silly smile on his face:

"Yunying, let me let it go."

But at the next moment, a tangle flashed in the simple girl's eyes, and the cloth at her fingertips was deformed, and she said hesitantly:
"Little monk, don't come here again."

The little novice was stunned, as if he had been struck by lightning, his face was full of panic, he was at a loss and subconsciously asked: "Yunying, why? I made you angry?"

The girl turned her head aside, she didn't dare to look at the little monk's urgent eyes:
"Aunt told me to marry Brother Er Zhu as my daughter-in-law tomorrow. Don't associate with you in the future. I'm afraid others will gossip."

Brother Erzhu?
The villager who sent wood to the temple?
Looking more and more confused, the little novice asked the girl in puzzlement:

"Don't you dislike him? And he hit you."

I remember when the two met for the first time, it was the two pillars who pushed the girl into the river.

With a carefree smile, a wanton expression, and eyes full of teasing and ridicule, as if he found a very interesting toy, he kicked the girl who was trying to climb ashore into the water time and time again.

He kept shouting: "Little bastard, wild child, bastard without a father, your mother is a whore..."

Later, the little novice knew that the girl did not have a father, and was brought up by her mother alone.

The mother and daughter had a hard time, perhaps because of compassion, or maybe because Yun Ying was more beautiful. From then on, the little novice would give the girl a bag of rice every once in a while.

But this also made the little novice very puzzled.

After all, with his own support, although Yunying's family is not rich, at least they can eat every day.

But the girl shook her head. Although her expression was still a bit tangled, she still said:
"Grandmother said that Brother Erzhu is the foreman in the temple, and he can get paid every year. If you follow him, you can eat meat. I want to eat meat."

"Eat meat?"

Seeing Yunying's turned away face, the little novice who had been silent for a long time finally left disappointed.

He didn't understand why he felt lost, hazy and unreal for a sixteen-year-old, but he could feel a loss, a loss that he couldn't explain.

The dilapidated thatched house, the woman walked in through the back door, Yunying's face was full of unbearable and entangled:
"Mom, isn't this not good?"

The woman shook her head, she said bitterly:
"What do you know, he is a monk, can he still marry you?"

Yunying opened her mouth, her tangled expression seemed to want to say something else:
"But……"

But the woman ignored it, curled her lips, looked disdainful, and shouted excitedly:
"It's nothing to worry about. The big deal is to pay him some money. Where did a monk get the rice? He probably stole it. Er Zhuzi is better. He is in good health and can work. Then our family will be able to change to a bigger house."

Seeing her mother's excited face, Yunying wanted to say something, but she thought it was wrong.

But in the end he couldn't speak.

Because she knew that at this time, no matter what she said, it would be useless.

(End of this chapter)