That temple that person

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"I miss Xiao Tianlong very much." I said to Fang Yao.

Fang Yao lifted a lid in the kitchen, rummaged around for food like a mouse, and ignored me.After rummaging around for a while, there was a long and leisurely "goo--" from the kitchen, and Fang Yao's back froze.I rested my cheeks and looked at his back, and watched him turn around slowly, with a lot of regret written on his face.

Fang Yao stood there thinking for a while, and said to me: "Otherwise, we've stunned Fu Shikang, so just throw it in any corner."

Fang Yao has never said such a stupid thing before, I think he must be really hungry.

The Fu Shikang he was talking about was the assassin who fainted at the door not long ago. He fainted just right and lost his memory just right.The moment he woke up from the bed, Fu Shikang felt very at a loss about how he was being tied up, and looked at people with extremely simple and honest eyes.With a white gauze around his head, he looked even more innocent and pitiful. He didn't look like he was chasing and killing the three of us on the cliff at all.I really wanted to kill him, especially after Fang Yao secretly whispered, "I've seen him, a famous swordsman in Jianghu, who is said to be the descendant of Fu Hongxue".

Fu Shikang looked at Sha Hua with a puzzled look on his face and said, "I seem to have seen you somewhere." Both Fang Yao and I's expressions changed in an instant, but then Fu Shikang held his head and yelled like it was written in the playbook. Had a headache.We all know that with Shahua around, this guy will always have a chance to be reborn, even if this person refuses to put down the butcher knife, the person who wants to kill is still Shahua himself.

We all know that Sha Hua never gave up on everyone he believed he could influence.

After that, Fang Yao and I's eyes turned into eagle-like eyes, always alert and on guard, wishing we could take turns being on duty during the day and night.Soon we didn't have this energy, because Fu Shikang's appetite was astonishing, he took his rice bowl and ate it with his head down, stabbing and stabbing a few times, and the bottom of the bowl was so clean that it reflected light.What's even more hateful is that he used chopsticks faster than his knife skills, and he didn't leave a vegetable leaf for Fang Yao and me.Fang Yao and I stared at the several big bowls that had been piled up, both dumbfounded.

After being so hungry for a few days, one day Fang Yao took advantage of Shahua's absence and asked Fu Shikang to go to the mountain to collect herbs. He made a nonsense about the terrain, took a branch and scribbled a picture of Ganoderma lucidum on the ground, stared at him, and told him to leave immediately.Fu Shikang was submissive and obedient, and went out with a basket on his back.Fang Yao bolted the door, sneered and clapped his hands.I sat on the threshold of the front yard and ate steamed buns. Seeing this scene happen, I cast contemptuous glances at Fang Yao, but I didn't stop him either.

During the period, the door rang several times, and there was always that Nuo Nuo's voice outside the door: "It's me." Fang Yao and I pretended not to hear it, those who basked in the sun, and those who practiced swords.The guy probably hesitated outside the door for a while, stood there for a while and then walked away, as if he suspected that he had found the wrong place.The sky turned from sunny to cloudy on that day, and it started to rain, and it became colder when the autumn wind blew.The door was locked with a "dud-duk" sound, like an autumn wind hitting a big bell, and Fu Shikang said sullenly outside the door: "It's me."

I glanced at Fang Yao, Fang Yao looked at me and laughed: "Softhearted? If he remembers, you can beat him, then let him in." After speaking, he went to collect his clothes.I looked at the door through the rain curtain, there was a sound for a while, and then footsteps again.Fu Shikang braved the rain and wanted to go back to the mountain again.

Finally, there was Shahua's knock on the door, and I opened the door holding an umbrella, thinking about how to explain the mysterious disappearance of the disabled.At the crack of the door, Sha Hua was holding an umbrella with one hand and holding Fu Shikang with the other.I looked at the snow-white hand connected to the other dark hand, and felt very awkward.I pushed open the door, and the water droplets from the umbrella fell down like a string of beads along the umbrella ribs, and a few drops fell on the plain white diaper.The wind blows, and the clothes flutter.

Fu Shikang next to him looked very embarrassed.He looked like a clay figurine, with a few grasses on his head, mud on his shoes, half of his clothes were wet, and his hair was also wet, with a few strands sticking together and hanging between his muffled eyebrows and eyes.He lowered his head and didn't speak, the situation was similar to when he first came, only he was not injured.Fang Yao paced over and said, "Oh, brother Fu, I didn't see you this morning, why did you become like this?"

Shahua frowned and said: "When the poor monk came back, Master Fu was drenched in the rain on the mountain road, and he didn't seem to know where to go." His eyes fell on me, and I suddenly felt that the cold rain outside was about to rush. Come on me.Fu Shikang looked up at Fang Yao and me, still muffled and silent, but his eyes were shining, the color of rain.I was very uncomfortable, so I could only say: "Well, come in quickly, it's cold outside."

This thing can no longer be done.It's not that I have good intentions, but every morning when I see that man going out wearing a bamboo hat, I always think about his smile when he comes back.The secular world is so big that there is no need to spend any more words, just a look in the eyes for a moment.

After Fang Yao finished that stupid sentence, he suddenly froze and looked directly behind me.I thought it was bad, turned my face, and sure enough I saw Fu Shikang standing outside the door silently, looking at us silently.It was the thief who caught the stolen goods and caught it right away.

An awkward silence spread between the two parties.I really wanted to say something, but I couldn't speak for a while.Fu Shikang stretched his hands behind his back to the front, holding a small package in both hands. He lowered his head and slowly opened it, revealing a snow-white mass.It's a few big white steamed buns.He said in a muffled voice, "These few are for you."

My stomach is also growling at this moment, like a crazy rooster.I had no choice but to blush, and ran over to continue, and said like a mosquito, "Thank you." Fu Shikang just gave a dull "um" and didn't speak.I looked back at Fang Yao, Fang Yao was whistling and pretending to look at the ceiling, so I could only laugh and say, "Before, what happened last time, you..."

Fu Shikang said: "I didn't say." After a pause, he said again: "I eat a lot, and I will make money in the future."

In the next few days, Fu Shikang really came to the kitchen every evening, either with food or money.I suspected that he was going to steal and rob. I followed him a few times and found that he did not seek alms, did not steal, and did not steal. He was actually a street performer in the town.The crowd who watched the play cheered enthusiastically, but most of them also bullied him for being honest, with more applause and less money throwing.I saw him silently passing plates to people one by one, so I couldn't help it, so I secretly pulled him to the corner and said solemnly: "I know another way to make money faster." Fu Shikang was silent for a while, and said: "But I can only Martial arts, nothing else."

The signboard, which was broken by the iron mouth, was finally hung up.Fu Shikang's acting skills are still much worse than Fang Yaolai's, except for answering "um", there is no other way to express it, which can't show my ability of magic calculation.Overall, though, the income is solid.Fu Shikang often came back at noon with two jars of daughter Hong in both hands, sat aside and silently watched us touch the jars to drink, and only occasionally said: "This, it seems, is a lie."

Fang Yao drank to his heart's content, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, don't worry, such days will last forever!"

I know that Fang Yao has put down his guard against Fu Shikang, but I still have selfish intentions.I asked Fu Shikang to act, not because of my conscience, not because I sympathized with him, but because of Fu Shikang's powerful silver spear and dagger when he was performing on the street, every move and every move showed his real kung fu. Zili, when the palm wind that urges mountains and cracks rocks was struck, he quickly retracted it in the surrounding area.Otherwise, those ignorant people who only know how to watch the excitement, how can they survive?

As an expert, I watched in the corner with fear and sweat.Fu Shikang still remembered his kung fu, remembered his name, and he even remembered the way back to the temple.The only thing he forgot was that he was sent to kill Sha Hua.

Soon, the business that has been cut straight can no longer be done.Fang Yao and I came back shoulder to shoulder, and Fu Shikang followed behind us unhurriedly, like a shadow.Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, Fang Yao burped, and there was a strong smell of roast chicken on the stall, I laughed and burped too, the smell of wine was mixed with the roast chicken, as if it was another good meal at noon Eat and drink.We both pointed at each other's noses and giggled: "Look at you, you're used to eating vegetables and radish skins, after a meal of meat..." Fu Shikang, who had never said a word behind him, suddenly stopped behind us who were staggering, I only said two words, the only thing I said along the way, only these two words, but it was like a curse, Fang Yao and I were sober from the wine.

The two words he said were: Sha Hua.

Shahua's figure stood on the high steps, silent as a sculpture.That calm gaze seemed to pass through this distance, and landed on the two wobbly wine jars in the hands of Fang Yao and me.In his eyes, Fang Yao and I felt like lowly ants.I quickly threw the wine jar into the haystack beside me, and reached out to pat my blushing cheek.I don't want to look like an ugly monkey dancing around.

There are finally not so many mosquitoes in the Buddhist temple.Autumn is here, and I sit on the floor for a long time, and my buttocks are cold.The door, which has been in disrepair for a long time, also leaks air. When the wind blows, I shrink my neck.I don't know if Shahua has finished reciting the scriptures. When I was rubbing my hands, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "You don't have to do this."

He held the string of dark brown rosary beads in his hand, and covered me with deep pool-like eyes: "I'm not angry, but, leaving the temple is not good for you after all."

The night was getting darker, and there was probably a thin layer of fog outside, making it difficult for people to see the way back to the room.I lay on the bed and peeked at the vast starry sky through the skylight.The slight sound of the flute is like the wind outside the window. Fang Yao is sitting on the roof playing the flute. I don't know what he is thinking about facing the waning moon in the sky.

But Shahua's words are still in my ears, and I can't tell whether it is true or not.He said that temples can keep sentient beings, but he doesn't know if sentient beings are willing or not.He said that in temples, the past is like a cloud of smoke, and even the most obscure emotions can be honest in front of the Buddha.Until the end he touched my face and said, can I stay?

I suspect that it was just a dream of mine.

One day, I will go back to the past.Back to the days when I was hunted everywhere, the sky was still so dark, the grass and forest were endless, the beasts were dormant in the darkness, and I had nowhere to escape.Dangers are dangling torches, chasing after me, I always feel that they are very close to me.I want to run, I want to get rid of the chaos in front of me, I want to find a cave, and be an unconscious and silent person in it. Maybe the disaster will end only if even I forget my own existence.When I looked back suddenly, I still saw her helpless hand stretched out to me, tears fell in the billowing flames, and white smoke came out, engulfing all my memories...

That day came sooner than I imagined.