Back at the hotel where they were resting, the more they talked, the more they became more and more speculative, just like an old friend and good sister who had not seen each other for many years. Speaking of their childhood, youth, middle-aged life experiences, it turns out that Sister Li is already nearly 60 years old. No wonder He Yue called her Sister Li.

When the new one arrived, Sister Li gave him an address and asked He Yue to find a master. Sister Li said: "At our age, life has worn away our edges, frivolous and arrogant tempers. What is left is the understanding of life and the perception of human nature. Finally, what is facing is the return of oneself. If you say too much, you have to experience it yourself. If you go there, you may have other fates." He took care of each other and walked in different directions.

I got the address. It was a remote small county town. I had never heard of it. From here I took a seven or eight-hour car. In the end, He Yue decided to go and check it out. He fell three times in the middle of the car before he arrived at the county town. He Yue, who felt exhausted, took a night and set off. After searching for a long time, he found that no one went to that place. Every hour, a train passed by. He spent two hours stopping at a wooden board on the side of the road with a certain village. After getting off the bus, He Yue was stunned. There was no village in front and no shop behind. A winding stone stairway behind extended to the depths. When he was thinking about what to do, a voice sounded from behind, "Hello, but Ms. He, my name is Jingchen, the master asked him to pick you up into the mountain.

, please follow." A man in a long cotton dress looked at He Yue. He Yue looked around. To be honest, he had never been to such a place before. He walked over with an uneasy mood. "Ms., don't panic. The master said that he would come if he had fate, but he didn't know each other. He called him to wait for you in the morning." He Yue gritted his teeth and followed, thinking that Sister Li would not harm me. He was almost too long, so he cared about these things. What should he care about? Follow Jingchen along the hillside, stopping and stopping. Every time He Yue felt a little weak, Jingchen would stop, sit on the side and look cross-legged, and walk after resting until He Yue was walking and couldn't hold on. He listened to the words "Here, we're here, ma'am."

Looking up, a yard built by someone was in front of me. The yard was built on three sides surrounded by mountains. Now the place where I stand is the only exit. The mountains on three sides are all 90-degree stone walls that penetrate into the clouds. The yard is made of stones, the wall is three meters high, with a thick wooden door in the middle, without a plaque, surrounded from left to right, forming a semicircle. When you enter the yard, you will see a square, with rows of books placed on the front, and rows of books placed on the table. The incense on the table is misty, and the kitchen is on the left, and there is a towering tree on the right. He Yue didn't recognize it, which occupies a third of all the area.

1. It is simple and clear, and it is extremely different from the farmhouse you usually go to. Jingchen led He Yue from the path on the left to a wooden house. "Master, Ms. He is here." A low voice sounded, "Take the lady to rest first, wait until you are better." "Yes, the disciple understands." He turned around and took He Yue away, walked through the square, passed the big tree, and there was a stone staircase path behind the tree to a small courtyard with several wooden houses. Jingchen said to He Yue, "Stay here, everything inside can be used. Please place it after use." He Yue thanked Jingchen, and she was exhausted and washed and fell asleep.

At this time, in the room, an old man with white hair and beard said to himself, "Is this the one?"

In the early morning of the next day, he heard something vaguely. He Yue opened his eyes and found that it was not bright yet. He looked at his phone at six o'clock. After careful consideration, he found that there was no signal. He thought about it. He was also the signal from the deep mountains. He got up, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and cleaned up and sat on the floor to listen to the sound. After a while, He Yue heard what he was chanting. He couldn't understand. He Yue was slowly infected by the voice, empty his mind, calmed down, and remembered everything. Until someone knocked on the door, it was Jingchen yesterday who brought breakfast, saying that he met the master after breakfast. The breakfast was white porridge and tiny steamed buns, a plate of side dishes. He smelled the fragrance and realized that he was hungry. It was bright, and the sun shone down from the front of the mountain gate, and the unknown birds in the forest were shouting crisply. The surroundings were so quiet and stable, as if no worries existed.

Following the path, he didn't see a master. When he arrived at the square, He Yue couldn't help but walk into the hall and looked at the books inside. It was very neat and classified. He Yue gently picked up a book and found that the words inside were basically unrecognizable. He turned over a few pages. The paper industry of the book was a little yellow. He was worried that it would be broken and when he was about to put it back, something like a copper coin fell out of it. He Yue bent down and picked it up. He Yue reflexively shrank his hand and did not find a trace of blood stuck to it. He put his hand in his mouth for a while before he picked it up. He looked carefully at a round copper that was only the size of a thumb. There was a round hole in the middle of the thumb-sized round copper with complex words around it. He Yue took it out. What she didn't see was the book drifting with the wind.

When He Yue came out, he looked up and saw Jingchen. Jingchen said that it was the master meeting. He Yue followed Jingchen to the wooden house. A low voice came from inside: "Please come in." He Yue thanked Jingchen. After entering, he found that in the room, except for the word "我未分类" on the back wall, there were two kneeling pavements and two cups of tea on the wooden board next to him. The master in front of him had white eyebrows and white beards, red face, and his eyes were full of spirit, but he was as dignified as the sea, solemn and peaceful. He was straight-up clothes that said it was white and not white. He Yue didn't know much about fabrics, but at least he guessed that there was silk inside from the smooth appearance. The ordinary He Yue had never seen the so-called big man himself. The person in front of you made you convince and admire him from the heart. Some people can make you feel his aura without words.

The master said, "Please sit down and have a cup of tea!" The master's voice was as deep as a dusk bell.

He Yue sat down with his hands and picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea in his mouth was bitter. He Yue's face wrinkled like a bun. He Yue swallowed it and looked down at the tea. The water in the cup was clear and clear, with only a piece of tea in it. He Yue usually drank tea, and said sincerely that he had never seen the same kind of tea. He looked up at the master again. The master nodded and took another sip. This time, after the sweetness was astringent, his tongue was so astringent that he had no choice but to drink another sip. This time, it was astringent after the sweetness, and his tongue was so slurry that it was so astringent that it was tickle. This time, it was nothing, just like boiled water. He Yue looked at the master straight, and this was surprising. This behavior was actually very rude.

Master: "Ms., what kind of mood it will present to you with what kind of taste, birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature. For the donor, the old monk wants to say that flowers bloom and fade, and flowers bloom, God has his own arrangements."

He Yue: "Master, I don't understand."

The master smiled: "You will understand."

He Yue, who was looking down, did not see the pity and relief in the master's eyes, and also saw the round copper. He Yue saw that the round copper placed at his feet rose, so he quickly picked it up and said that it fell out of the book and gave it to the master. The master did not answer it, but instead took out a red thread from his sleeve and pierced it and helped He Yue tie it around his neck. Ordinary people saw that round copper was nothing, but in the master's eyes, there was a halo slowly getting bigger, and the complex texts on it were spinning one by one.

The master said: "It is always a fate that we meet. I will recite the replies for him. I hope you will go well." After saying that, he closed his eyes lightly, and He Yue calmed down in the master's chanting.

I stayed in the yard for three days. From that day on, He Yue had never met the master. These three days were made with Jingchen for breakfast, lunch break, and reading books in the afternoon. Until the phone was out of power, I thought that I had not reported my safety to my family for several days, so I told Jingchen that I was going out.

On the fourth day, He Yue walked out of the mountain accompanied by Jingchen. Before leaving, He Yue still went to the master's door to pay tribute and put some things in the room, leaving words to tell her that this was her wish and thanked her for her care. Jingchen sent it to the old place and told him about He Yue. The master said that they would meet again, and He Yue, who couldn't figure it out, returned to the small county town.

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