Born with the bones

Chapter 4

Long follow long follow.

Despite his name, he has indeed been following me since he was six years old.And I took care of him from the age of 12 until I was 24.He and I play chess, practice martial arts, and eat together every day. For 12 years, even sleeping most of the time at night, he curled up on my bed and refused to go out.

Long follow long follow.

But after all, there are two people, how could it be possible for them to follow each other forever like one person.

Xu Changsui was going down the mountain that year.I wanted to go with me, but was forced to leave by a letter from the temple. The old abbot was critically ill and wanted to see me again before he died.

Although I was reluctant to follow Xu Changxuan, I also wanted to see this old monk who touched my head over and over again when I was haunted by nightmares when I was young.

The night before I went down the mountain, Xu Changsui didn't cry, but his eyes were red.

His figure has already grown, and he is almost as tall as me. Every time when going down the mountain, there are always girls who look at him and blush, and those who are brave enough dare to secretly stuff a sachet for him.

Every time, I threw the sachet to the little beggars next to me angrily, and Xu Changsui would drag me away with a smile, while apologizing to the girls in a gentle manner.

As time passed, everyone knew that that handsome young man had a very bad-tempered master next to him, and someone even used me to scare children, saying that if you were disobedient, He Sheng would come and arrest you.

When Xu Changsui heard this for the first time, he laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up. My face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and I looked even more ferocious.

At this time, the handsome young man who is as gentle as jade in the eyes of those little girls is sitting on the edge of the bed like a child, hugging my waist and not letting go.

I leaned against the bed in a daze, stroking his hair for a while.

Xu Changsui buried his face in my waist and said in a muffled voice, "Master, how far is the temple?"

I replied, "Not far."

Xu Changsui asked again: "Are there many people in the temple?"

I replied: "Many, they are all young monks, but they are all grown up now. When I go back, they may be elders and start training new young monks."

Xu Changsui asked again: "Master, do you miss me?"

I smiled and said, "If you dare not miss you someday, I will strike you with lightning, how about it?"

Xu Changsui was probably satisfied and kept silent. After a while, I realized that he had fallen asleep.

I gently put him on the bed, lay down next to him, with my forehead against his, and fell asleep too.

The next day when I went down the mountain, the old man waved his hand indifferently, Xu Changsui pursed his lips, his eyes were red.I turned around pretending to be chic, waved my hand and left.

I don't want Xu Changsui to see me cry.

No, I didn't cry.

The mood of walking back is different from the anger before I came here, and some places I passed by are also different, but the Baimen Mountain when I left is still the old man and the snow on the top of the mountain 12 years ago. ; The temple is still the temple with strong incense at the front door and bald heads at the back door.

It's just that the old man is still in good health, but the abbot is not.

I reported my name and surname to the young monk who was guarding the door, and the young monk bowed to me and said, "Uncle Qingxu has been waiting for you for a long time." Then he led me in.

When I left, I called Uncle Qingxu, he was from the Discipline Academy, I made mistakes before, and he punished me a lot.His face looks vicious at first glance, but he actually has a kind and kind-hearted Pusa face on closer inspection. As long as he doesn't make mistakes, he is usually very kind.I have been fined the most, but I have the best relationship with him.He never relents when he makes mistakes, but when eating, he is afraid that I will be hungry, so he secretly stuffs steamed buns for me.

The little monk took me to Qingxu's place, bowed again, Qingxu nodded, and the little monk continued to guard the door.Before I could sit down, Qingxu said, "I won't chat with you for now, just follow me to see the abbot."

I was stunned for a moment, I thought that the abbot was seriously ill, but I didn't expect that the abbot was so seriously ill that he couldn't delay for a moment.

I opened the door and entered the room. Qingxu did not enter, but only made a gesture of invitation. I stepped across the threshold and entered the room in a daze. Behind me, Qingxu slowly closed the door. The quiet smell of medicine and incense slowly Slowly surround my whole body.

I walked to the side of the bed, the old monk had his eyes closed, skinny as a stick, but still looked like a fairy.

He said, "He Sheng." His voice was a little hoarse and weak, but it didn't make people feel powerless.It seemed that he was not seriously ill, but just slightly tired after fighting with others.

He said, "He Sheng."

I said, "Hey, I'm here."

As soon as he called me, I inexplicably remembered that once I was beaten by Qingxu, my butt hurt to death, and I lay on the bed moaning.He walked up to me with a smile and said, "He Sheng."

I said angrily, "What are you doing?"

He said, "No reason, just calling you."

The old monk seemed to be playing a prank. He always liked to call people out of nowhere. He didn't know why, but he just liked to call.As if afraid of losing something.

My eyes got wet for no reason.

He would lie on the bed and ask me: "He Sheng, how are you doing? How are you doing?"

I replied: "very good"

He asked again: "How is your martial arts?"

I said, "It's no problem to beat up local ruffians."

He laughed twice, and then began to cough heart-piercingly.I wanted to go over to help him and pat him on the back, but he waved his hand tremblingly.

He said, "Where is Lianshan?"

I was taken aback: "Who is Lianshan?"

He shook his head helplessly, "You have been studying with your master for so long, yet you don't even know your master's name."

Only then did I realize that the old man's name was Lian Shan.

So I said: "He is also very good, but he always likes to stay on the top of Baimen Mountain and never comes down, and he doesn't let us go to the top of the mountain to find him."

The old monk smiled, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious, "Does he not look as old as me?"

I thought for a while, "Well...it seems so, he doesn't seem to have as many wrinkles as you, but his hair is all white, and you don't have any white hair."

"Hahaha" the old monk was amused by my words, "You..."

"He Sheng."

"Hey, I'm here."

The old monk fell silent, and I hurried to check his breath.Fortunately, there is still gas.

I quietly exited the room and closed the door.

I stayed in the temple, originally Qingxu wanted me to help him watch the little monk practicing basic skills, but found that I was more lazy than the little monk, and kicked me hatefully, but I didn’t kick, so I hurried Ran.So I just idled around every day, and practiced swords when I was interested, and it took six or seven days in a flash.

Every day I would go to the old monk's room to talk to him, but without exception it ended with him falling asleep.

In the next few days, the old monk’s eyes became more and more blurred. When I walked up to him to narrate, I had to put my face in front of him so that he could see me.

On the eighth day, the old monk felt better and regained some energy. He became interested and said that he would read scriptures for us.I was practicing sword at that time, and the young monk didn't dare to disturb me. When I arrived, the old monk had already finished reading.Qingxu and Qingxuan's disciples sat in the subordinates and said "Amitabha".

I was about to sit down cross-legged when the old monk suddenly said, "He Sheng."

I said, "Hey."

The old monk said again: "It's pure and empty."

Qingxu bowed his head: "The disciple is here."

"Qingxuan"

"The disciple is here"

"Clean the sand"

"The disciple is here"

"Qing Heng"

"The disciple is here"

……

"Lianshan..."

No one answered.

The old monk looked up at the window one due south, the dry branches outside the window looked like the old monk's arm.

I heard from Qingxu before that this room was not used by the abbot. The old monk lived here when he was not the abbot. .

He chuckled, "Okay, okay, everything is here..."

After he finished speaking, he fell silent, Qingxu and the others all lowered their heads like stone statues.I suddenly realized something, stumbled to the old monk, raised my hand, and gently touched his hand.

It's a bit cold, like the snow on Baimen Mountain.

I don't know who started to cry first, suppressed, twitched, and gradually spread, Uncle Qingxuan could hardly control himself, biting his arm tightly to prevent himself from making a sound.

The old monk went to the Western Land of Ultimate Bliss to enjoy blessings and become a Buddha. We all comforted ourselves like this, but no one could bear it.

On the day the old monk was cremated, it was also snowing here. Some young monks found it novel and ran around in the snow, but because of the solemn atmosphere, their entire faces were swollen tightly.

It took a long time for the torch to be lit. I stood and watched from a long distance, until the old monk was turned into a pile of ashes.

When it was burning, the light was very bright, and I felt the warmth from such a distance.

I stood there without moving. The young monk who watched the door said that someone came to see me.

I turned my head, Xu Changsui walked over slowly, stretched out his hand and gently patted the thick layer of snow on my body.

He said, "Is it cold?"

I asked, "Why are you here?"

He smiled and said, "I wanted to see you, so I came here."

Some people came early, some people came late, but there must be one person who came just right.

[The last sentence is for Xiaoxi, okay! 】

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