220 Tears

220 tears

More than a year of wandering career has made Xiao Ling's vigilance rise sharply. He knows that people's hearts in this world are dangerous! Are there really good people in this world who really think about others? He curled up like a cheetah ready to go.

At the moment when the person stepped into the door, Ling destroyed his feet and rushed to the door. Suddenly, his people were vacated, "Omitabha! It seems that the little donor has recovered well and is alive!" He was grabbed by his ankle, "I just don't know where Xiao Shi is going?"

In front of Ling Destruction was an old monk in a cloth robe, and his kind smiling face looked like a passing grandfather! Where is my grandfather? Ling Destruction asked coldly that he had been used to this way of speaking over the years.

"Your grandfather? Oh! That's the urn! The old man kept it in the Buddhist hall for you!" The old monk gently put the destruction on the ground and was not afraid of him running away: "It's always said that it's safe to go to the ground. The little benefactor listened to the old man's advice, so let's bury it quickly!"

Ling Rui looked up at the old monk and said coldly, "I will bury my grandfather in my hometown. I won't bother you!"

"Where is your hometown?" The old monk shook his head helplessly, "Listen to your accent, that place is thousands of miles away!" How did you go back?

"You don't need to take care of it! I will figure it out myself! Give me back my grandfather and Mu Jian!" Ling Rui bit his lips tightly and responded coldly.

"Wooden sword?" The old monk shook his head: "When I saw you, there was no wooden sword anymore!" Your grandfather can give it to you, but you have to promise him a condition!"

It's a pity that Ling destroyed and replaced the wooden sword, but he was willing to do anything to go back to his grandfather, "Any conditions! As long as you give grandpa back to me!"

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Sitting on the train back home, he huddled in the corner of the wall and looked coldly at the man opposite him. He didn't understand what the old monk was paying attention to. His request turned out to be, "Let Lao Na go back with you!" Does it make you very unhappy?" The old monk closed his eyes and meditated on the opposite bed. Even if he closed his eyes, he could know what Ling was doing.

"Why did you do this? I don't have anything worth doing!" Ling destroyed finally couldn't help saying the doubts in his heart.

"Yes! You have a soul waiting for redemption! You can't let it go!" The old monk still closed his eyes. Obviously, in the dark carriage, he could see a trace of Buddha light from him. "Monk, you are not a legendary martial arts master!"

"Lao Kun is not a master!" The old monk smiled and said, "Lao is just a master in the eyes of ordinary people! Everything has its own way. As long as you can pry into the truth, it will naturally be different from ordinary people.

That night, I was interested in the old monk for the first time, or saw the shadow of my grandfather from the old monk, the same wisdom and kindness.

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"I have to say that your memory is still just right, little benefactor! Leaving my hometown at a young age can still find a way back!" The old monk smiled and looked at the small village in front of him.

Everything seems to have not changed much from when I just left. Ling Rui held Grandpa's ashes in his hand and knelt down with tears in his face. "Grandpa, Grandpa, we are finally back!"

The old monk looked at him silently behind him and gently stroked his forehead, just like his grandfather did in those years. He did not resist, but just knelt on the ground and cried.

They found a secluded place and buried their grandfather's ashes. It was raining heavily that day, and the sky was gloomy, as if God was also sending Grandpa off without crying. He remembered that Grandpa told him that boys should be strong! Bleeding, no tears! He doesn't want to let grandpa see his weak side when he takes his last trip.

Ling destroyed kneeling in the mud. The old monk stood behind him with an umbrella for him. Suddenly, the monk threw down his umbrella and put his hands together and sang loudly. That was a language that Ling destroyed could not understand. It was a melody that Ling destroyed that he had never heard before. The sky slowly cleared up in the old monk's singing.

The sun shines on the old monk's body, just like a gold-plated Buddha. From that moment on, the destruction was attracted by this quiet and peaceful singing!

On the return train, the old monk still closed his eyes, "Little donor, have you decided? Go back with Lao Na?"

Ling huddled in the corner of the wall and quietly looked out of the window: "Hmm! There is nothing worth my traffic here..." He suddenly turned around and looked at the old monk, "Do you really don't know martial arts?"

The old monk smiled and said, "I don't know martial arts, but I only know how to understand!"

"Old monk! What's your name?" Ling Rui asked coldly. The old man is called Yuankong! Life is like a dream, and it is empty!" The old monk smiled and replied indifferently.

He looked out of the window and recalled the words in the old monk's mouth, "Life is like a dream, and it is empty!"

"Well, Master Yuankong... Can I learn from you?" Ling's face turned slightly red, and he didn't dare to look up at Master Yuankong.

Master Yuankong shook his head slowly: "No! You and I are different. My Buddha and Tao are not suitable for you. You should have your own choice! This is for you..." With that, Master Yuankong threw something from the darkness.

I took it, and what a familiar touch, "This is!" He looked at the things in his hand in surprise: "My wooden sword! Old monk, didn't you say it was gone? Didn't you say that your family doesn't talk about it?"

"How could Lao Li lie to you! The one that has gone with your past has gone with the wind, and this one is new, your new life!" Master Yuankong said lightly, and the faint Buddha's light loomed on his body. Ling Rui stroked the Sword God thoughtfully and suddenly touched a dent different from the past. He responded to the moonlight. A word dyed red with cinnabar was engraved on the sword, "empty"!

"I think I know the way I'm going to pursue!" Ling Rui said coldly, and Master Yuankong smiled and said nothing.

"My way is the way of the blade I want! No one can cross my sword! To hurt what I cherish, I want nothing in this world!" Xiao Ling made a promise with his wooden sword.

The destruction and Yuantong returned to the temple, looking for their own way. Yuankong did not mention the matter of receiving him as an apprentice, and naturally he did not mention it, becoming the only family in this small temple who did not shave his hair.

But peaceful days always have an end. In the year of destruction at the age of 22, the quiet temple was broken by a noise.

"Is this kind of small broken temple really as accurate as the legend?" A high-pitched female voice came from outside the door. Yes, it is said that Master Yuankong in this temple is a Taoist monk!"

Two figures came in from outside the gate and were waving the wooden sword in the courtyard. Looking at the two people who entered the small temple, they suddenly trembled and the wooden sword fell to the ground. "Mom?"

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