Huaigu Town on the outskirts of Jiang City is an inconspicuous town with a big palm, and you can walk through the north, south, east and west. There is an inconspicuous mountain next to the town. Many people living in the town don't even know the name of the mountain, and the sense of existence is really pitiful.
There are only certain seasons. Occasionally, a few idle old people will carry a small basket and go together to dig some wild vegetables near the mountainside. No matter how high the place is, they are not willing to go, nor can they climb.
After a long time, many people in Huaigu Town have forgotten that the mountain is not empty. In fact, there is a temple on it, which has the same name as the mountain and is called Wanling Temple.
It is precisely because of this that the incense of Wanling Temple is pitiful every year.
Poorly quantified means infinitely close to zero...
Basically, it takes three or four years to meet someone who comes to the door, and it is often an outsider who gets lost and crosses the mountain road, and then savours the incense.
Hui Jia, who is a bare host, has long been used to it.
So when he heard the temple door being pushed open one day, he first looked up subconsciously—
The sky is clear and the sky is bright.
Long Ya and the other old monsters basically don't pick this time to come to the door, and they never push the door so lightly, so light that they are a little cautious.
It is estimated that it is another out-of-town traveler who has crossed the mountain road... Huijia thought so, then dropped the mouse, took off the earphone, and straightened the plain robe, Shi Shiran went out of the house and passed through the triple courtyard, Came to the front of the temple.
The door of the temple was half-open, and Huijia's eyes first fixed on a point in the void, and then slowly moved down, from looking down to looking down, until it fell to the waist-level position, and only then did he see the one who had gone astray. traveler.
Huijia: "..."
The person who came was much shorter than he expected. Huijia made a visual inspection and was six or seven years old.
And it's not an ordinary traveler - because this doll is a little bit bigger, but wearing a blue miniature monk's robe, shaved bald, and carrying a dark gray cloth backpack on its back, and I don't know what's in it. something, bulging.
This is like a little monk.
Hui Jia has sent all kinds of monsters and ghosts in this Wanling Temple, but he has never met such a small... The monk, he didn't know what to say for a while.
It was the little monk who spoke first.
He looked up at the big monk in front of him, who was too tall for him. His face was almost flushed, and he said, "This is Hua... um... Huagu Temple?"
Huijia: "..."
He felt that no temple would have such a brutal name.
The little monk took a step back and looked up at the name of the temple hanging on the gate, but he was obviously illiterate. Jia, the fleshy hand has been holding on to the front of the monk's robe, almost turning it into a dry vegetable.
Huijia shook his head and said, "No, this is Wanling Temple."
As soon as the words fell, the little monk had two tear bubbles in his eyes. He held it for two seconds without holding back, and finally cried out "wow", Huijia: "..."
The little monk was a stranger, perhaps because the demon monk's appearance was too easy to confuse people's hearts, and his voice was too easy to soothe people's hearts. While crying, the little monk stretched out his hand and hugged Huijia's thigh, sobbing that he almost passed out.
Hui Jia was a little at a loss when he was hugged, so he patted the little monk on the back and said, "You're going to Hua... Bone Temple? No one sent you?"
"There is—" the little monk explained three words and three words intermittently.
It took Huijia a long time to get along - this little monk originally lived in a certain temple, and now he is going to send him to another temple. The person who sent him went halfway up the mountain to pick up a phone call, and then he left in a hurry. The remaining small section of the mountain road was taken up by this little boy himself.
However, the little monk couldn't tell what the name of the temple he was going to was really going to be called. Not only that, he couldn't tell the name of the temple he was staying at, let alone remember who's contact information.
Huijia patted the back of his head and said solemnly, "Don't cry, come in."
The little monk wiped the tears and snot of Huijia's leg, and then he let go of his hand with a choked snort, nodded, and wanted to cross the threshold and follow Huijia.
As a result, he was small, his legs were short, and the threshold of the temple was very high. He couldn't step over it, but instead stumbled and sat on the threshold, and was stunned.
He flattened his mouth, and the tears he had just held back were about to flow out again.
But before he could cry, he was caught by a pair of big hands, and then he was picked up.
This little monk had never looked around from such a height before, his eyes widened suddenly, his curiosity overshadowed the rest, and he no longer looked like he was about to cry.
Huijia carried him through the courtyard gate, walked towards his room, and commented lightly on two words: "Crying bag."
The little monk gave him a cowardly look, but did not refute, but hugged his neck tightly, probably for fear of falling from such a height.
The entire Wanling Temple is very small, and Huijia entered his house without taking many steps.
He put the little monk on the bed, then walked to the table, picked up the landline phone on the table, and pressed "1".
This most convenient number goes straight to the special office, which is the organization that has the most frequent contact with Huijia. Because Huijia can't get out of the gate of Wanling Temple most of the time, so many daily necessities in the temple are regularly delivered by special arrangements, including computers and networks used by demon monks to play games, etc., which are all special. Send someone to dress it up.
And once Huijia needs something, she can just dial the special number.
The other end of the phone rang three times as before and was connected: "Master, what's the matter?"
Huijia glanced at the little monk sitting beside the bed and said, "The poor monk broke into this temple by mistake. Please send someone to check where he came from and send him back."
The special department listened to him briefly and said the story, and after a moment of indulgence, he said: "People are already investigating, but they have neither where they came from nor where they are going. It will take a while to investigate, and you will be burdened to take care of you these few hours, Master. Just a moment."
Huijia was silent for two seconds, then said solemnly: "In addition to suppressing resentment, the poor monk can only play games."
On the other end of the phone: "… "
But in the final analysis, Hui Jia didn't really care about the little monk, but he didn't know what a young man of his age would like, and even if he knew that he couldn't come up with anything for him to play with.
After scanning around in private, I found that I couldn't find anything interesting. Huijia had to pick up the little monk, go to the table and sit down, let the little monk sit on his lap, and then...
Watch him play the game.
The little monk looked at it with relish, and really never made any noise.
Huijia also drove his own Blood Bull T number, followed a group, and started a copy with confidence.
At the critical moment, the little monk who had been sitting quietly and staring at the computer screen suddenly twisted, then turned his head, hummed and embarrassedly said to Huijia, "Master, I want to pee."
Huijia: "..."
This little monk also had eight lifetimes of blood and mold. He strayed into the deep mountains and met a demon monk who was deceiving but could not take care of people at all. This demon monk could not speak human words, let alone coax children.
I just heard Huijia solemnly say to the little monk: "The poor monk is not your master, so it's not good to yell."
The little monk only felt that he had been despised by inhumanity, and he flattened his mouth and burst into tears in an instant.
"..." Huijia resigned and borrowed the monk's robe as a handkerchief, and said, "Let's go."
So the little monk who didn't recognize birth took his reaction as a default, and started to call him addicted.
Huijia listened too much, so she didn't bother to refute, and let him yell.
So all afternoon, all kinds of childish voices kept coming from Wanling Temple, which had always been quiet and almost lonely—
"Master, I want to eat." Huijia didn't have to eat for 800 years. Naturally, there was nothing in this temple that could fill his stomach.
"Master, can I go out and play?" The underground town is full of resentful spirits and doesn't know what to do.
"Master, I picked a flower for you." I don't know what An's heart is in sending the monk's flower, and there is nowhere to insert the forehead.
"Master..."
Huijia's ears were about to be called out of the cocoon by him. He only hoped that the special office would be more efficient, find out the origin of this little thing earlier, and send him back safely.
After a long time, the little monk finally got tired, grabbed Huijia's robe and rubbed his eyes and hummed, "Master, I'm sleepy."
Hui Jia picked him up and put him on the bed without a word, and said, "Then sleep for a while."
"No one is with me, I can't sleep..." The little monk hesitated for a long time, but still held Huijia pitifully for such a sentence.
Huijia: "..."
For the first time, he felt that thousands of resentful spirits were nothing at all, and the little baby was much more troublesome than the resentful spirits.
When the sun was a little near the mountains, the gate of Wanling Temple finally squeaked again.
Hui Jia didn't need to look, just by listening to the pace, he knew that the special department had sent someone.
He led the little monk who had just woken up and walked out of the door, and saw a young man entering the yard with a bag in his hand, and the bag was full of food.
The young man nodded to Huijia and said, "Master."
Then he stepped forward, put the package of food in the little monk, asked him to hold it, and then stood up straight and said to Huijia: "The department has checked it out, this little monk lived in Qingyuan Temple last year, and now he will be arrested. Sending it to Huaigu Temple, it is estimated that the person who sent him confuses Huaigu Temple and Huaigu Town."
"Last year?" Huijia looked down at the little monk who was holding his fingers tightly, and asked in confusion.
"Oh, the master doesn't go out very often, so I don't know. Now many young monks and even older monks are like this. They live in one temple for a while, and then pack up and be sent to another temple. Before settling down, they have to visit a lot of temples. ' the young man explained.
Hui Jia did not speak after hearing this, but nodded after a while, indicating that she understood.
The young man squatted down and said to the little monk, "Come on, I'll take you to Huaigu Temple."
The little monk stared at him for a while, holding a packet of food, then looked up at Huijia, couldn't help taking two steps back, and hid behind Huijia, looking unwilling to leave.
It turned out to be alive...
Huijia thought so, took him two steps forward, and said to him: "Didn't you say you went to the wrong temple, he came to pick you up and take you to where you are going."
The little monk hesitated for a long time, then pushed out a large package of food and put it back in the hands of the young man, then hugged Hui Jia's leg, hugging it tightly, and said pitifully to the young man, "Okay. I'll give you the food back, can you go without me?"
Young man: "… "
Huijia: "..."
Seeing that the two adults didn't speak, the little monk's mouth flattened, and he cried again with a "wow". The more he cried, the more sad he became.
The young man spread his hands in embarrassment and said, "Otherwise, I'll take him away first after fainting—"
Huijia looked down at the little monk for a long time, then rubbed his head and said solemnly, "There is nothing delicious in Wanling Temple."
The little monk sobbed "um",
Huijia continued: "There are no toys."
The little monk hummed again.
Huijia: "It's very scary to have demons and ghosts at night."
The little monk shuddered, hugged Hui Jia's thighs tighter, and still said "um".
Huijia glanced at the gray cloth bag that the little monk was reluctant to carry, thinking that the little doll didn't know how many temples he would have to travel with his luggage like this to settle down, and sighed: "If you want to stay, just stay. , you can go if you want in the future, just follow the fate.”
Therefore, this little monk with a crying bag settled down in Wanling Temple, and all daily necessities, including food, are provided specially.
Hui Jia, who had not cooked for eight hundred years, had to prepare three simple meals for this little thing every day.
It's just that Huijia's craftsmanship is really uncomplimentable. Either the cow is salted to death or the salt is forgotten. In short, the taste is very outrageous.
The little monk had a natural admiration and admiration for his master. Even if Huijia directly stuffed him a jar of salt and let him hug him and lick it, he could lick it with relish.
So under such inhumane care, the little monk actually lived a vigorous life, a small mountain of ten thousand spirits, he was almost turned over by him, and his skin was incredible.
But still a crybaby.
Climbing the tree was slapped by the wild monkey, covered his face and came back and grabbed the corner of Master's clothes and cried.
Tang He was pinched by a lobster on his butt, but he still came back and cried while grabbing the corner of Master's shirt.
Since having such a leg pendant, Huijia felt that no matter how diligently she changed her robe, the corner of her robe would always be covered with tears and snot, which was very bad.
What's worse is that Long Ya and the others who come to harass them from time to time still love to tease the little monk.
Run away crying, leaving Huijia expressionless to close the door to coax the baby.
A day in the mountains, a thousand years in the world.
Hui Jia has not experienced such a noisy day for a long time, and only feels that it is passing much faster than before.
Nothing has changed in Wanling Temple, except for the size of the little monk and the piles of small monk clothes in the closet.
Huijia has lived alone for hundreds of years, and the plants and trees in this mountain have quietly accompanied him for hundreds of years, but those plants and trees are just like him, and the changes are so slow that they can't be noticed at all.
It had been a long time since he had watched someone grow up with his own eyes.
From the little baby that just arrived at his waist, it grew a little bit to his chest, to his chin, to his eyebrows, and finally even taller than him.
From a crying bag, it slowly turned into a skin monkey, and then began to mature with the change of voice.
The phrase Huijia said at the beginning, "If you want to stay, you can leave, and you can leave if you want" seems to still be in his ears.
The little monk has grown into a big monk, but he has never said that he wants to leave...
Huijia still looks like a young man, and the red mole between his eyebrows is still as red as blood, and he looks like a demon monk.
The little monk who has grown up also adheres to his master's point, and his heroic spirit is compelling. However, like Huijia, he seems to have rooted his roots in this Wanling Temple.
He helped Huijia to clean up, help Huijia to suppress resentments, and when someone specially came, he helped Huijia to get the things he sent. I even take an hour to go down the mountain every afternoon, and then come back to describe what I have seen and heard to Hui Jia...
Longya and the others always say, "The bald donkey has a shitty luck, and I don't know where to deceive such a good apprentice."
Huijia rarely agrees with the words of the ancestors, but he thinks this sentence is indeed reasonable.
It was another evening with the sun leaning on the mountain, the golden-red afterglow sprinkled on Wanling Mountain, the tired birds returned to their nests, and the people in the town below the mountain were vaguely speaking, just like twenty years ago.
The old and mottled door of Wanling Temple was pushed open again with a squeak, just like countless yesterdays.
A calm and pleasant voice came from outside the door: "Master, I'm back."