Chapter 620
The night is like water, and the stars are dotted with stars. The stars rumbling in the starry sky according to the eternal law, the stars that reflect the sky and the earth are scattered down, and they are also untainted by even a speck of dust.
Little Stone Village!
Brightly lit, there was a loud voice. Dozens of villagers gathered in front of Zhuo Uncle’s house. Everyone’s face was filled with laughter and laughter from time to time.
Although it is late at night, but after the daytime Buddha ceremony, the villagers are very energetic, and they spontaneously set up a few simple dinner tables in front of Zhuo Uncle’s house. It is piled up with some inferior drinks.
The dinner is very simple, but some crops such as sweet potatoes, with some green vegetables and water wine, are enough for the villagers to entertain themselves.
Of course, the villagers gathered in front of Zhuo Uncle’s house, not just for drinking and having fun, but to express gratitude to Ye Xuan, but Ye Xuan did not get involved, but merely expressed gratitude to the villagers Just Closed Door Politely Declining Visitors.
It’s not that Ye Xuan is arrogant, but he is always happy and quiet, and he also knows that the people of Little Stone Village have some doubts about his identity. If he really attended the dinner, he would have to explain his origins. .
Ye Xuan is a person who hates trouble, so it's better to be alone in the cottage, which can also save him a lot of trouble.
The night is dark, and the lonely moon hangs high.
As the villagers returned home to rest one after another, Ye Xuan also ushered in a rare peace, but at this time the door of the outside room was also knocked gently, which also made Ye Xuan go down The bed opened the door to the room.
Sure enough, both grandfather and grandson people are outside the door.
"Big Brother Ye." The little girl called Ye Xuan sweetly. The bright and intelligent eyes were full of admiration.
"Little Zhuoma is good." Ye Xuan slightly smiled, rubbing the little girl's bun, her eyes are full of warm colors.
"Xiao Ye, thanks to you today, otherwise I don't know how much trouble the Buddhism messenger is going to cause." Zhuo Uncle smiled and expressed his gratitude to Ye Xuan.
"Go into the house and talk." Ye Xuan let the both grandfather and grandson walk into the house.
A candlelight is swaying in the grass house. At this moment, the night is deep and quiet. Ye Xuan and Zhuo Uncle are talking in the grass house. After all, the little girl is young. She is leaning against Ye Xuan’s arms. For a long time, he has fallen asleep, and there is a pure and happy smile on the corner of his mouth.
Looking at her granddaughter who was already asleep, Zhuo Uncle glanced at Ye Xuan silently, and pondered open the mouth and said: "Xiaoye, since you came to Little Stone Village, old fogey, I can see You are not an extraordinary person."
"It’s just old fogey. I also understand that our little Stone Village can’t keep your Divine Dragon. When you finally take off from Nine Heavens and go away, it’s just old fogey wishing you. You know, no matter when the little Stone Village is your home, if you have a tired day, then go home and see me and little Zhuoma, so that old fogey will die and stare at me."
Zhuo Uncle did not ask who Ye Xuan was, nor did he ask Ye Xuan's identity. He just knew that because of the appearance of Ye Xuan, both grandfather and grandson people treated him as a relative. .
Looking at Zhuo Uncle’s old appearance, Ye Xuan was silent. As Zhuo Uncle said, he will leave Little Stone Village one day. This world may be tomorrow, maybe a hundred years later, because Ye Xuan I don't even know when I will leave.
The journey of seeking, the opportunity of Quasi-Saint.
He stayed in the small Stone Village and stayed beside both grandfather and grandson people. He was looking for the heart he had lost, and he was looking for an opportunity to step into Quasi-Saint.
For Ye Xuan, this time is a rare and quiet time. There are no disputes or enemies, and some are just peaceful and peaceful years.
Ye Xuan enjoys this peaceful and tranquil time, and is looking at himself for what he has lost. He is sublimating his soul and sharpening his soul. I hope that one day he can suddenly enlightenment Quasi. -The Way of Saint.
For Ye Xuan, a hundred years have passed in a hurry, but for mortals, a hundred years is their life.
Either affectionate or ruthless, Ye Xuan can’t tell what kind of affection he feels towards both grandfather and grandson, but Ye Xuan always understands a truth, this seemingly elderly old man gave him Taught a lesson about the human mind, which is why he stopped in the small Stone Village.
If the heart is immortal, everything will live forever, the True Spirit will be born, and Quasi-Saint will be possible.
Ye Xuan always keeps these sixteen characters in mind. This is also the motto left to him by Way Ancestor Hongjun, and it is also the opportunity for him to step into Quasi-Saint.
"No matter who I am, as long as I stay in Little Stone Village for one day, I will protect the little Stone Village for a stable life, and will treat Little Zhuoma as his biological younger sister. Zhuo Uncle should be at ease "Ye Xuan lightly said, this is also a promise he made to Zhuo Uncle, and it expresses his own attitude.
"Xiaoye, you are a person with great abilities, and old fogey, I am just a mortal after all. Sooner or later there will be the day when I am buried in the loess. The only thing old fogey can't worry about in this world is this granddaughter. If Xiaoye doesn’t dislike you, when old fogey dies, you will take her by your side and let her make a bed for you, so that she will also have a relative beside her, and will not be alone and helpless, old fogey can also look down under Jiuquan.
Zhuo Uncle will bow to Ye Xuan as he speaks, but without waiting for him to bow, an invisible force stops his actions.
"Zhuo Uncle does not need In this way, Xiao Zhuoma is very well-behaved and sensible, and I will treat her as a biological younger sister. "Ye Xuan whispered softly.
"Xiaoye, thank you. "
The starry sky, the night is like water, this night Xiao Zhuoma stayed in the grass hut to sleep peacefully, Zhuo uncle returned home, but Ye Xuan looked at the old man's leaving back, with a complex color in his eyes.
Family affection is hard to give up. This is the most important thing for the old man. He is already old and rare, and the only thing he can't let go is his granddaughter. This is how he pleaded with Ye Xuan today.
Ye Xuan can even see that the old man's lifespan only has one year to live, but he did not tell the old man. Although he can let the old man Eternal Undying, but mortals have their own lives, how many people can Ye Xuan help?
" Zhuo Uncle's heart is on Xiao Zhuo Ma's body, where is my Ye Xuan's? "
In the night, Ye Xuan stood leaning against the window and muttered to himself, his eyes were even more confused. Obviously he couldn't find the answer to this question.
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Wuhua Temple!
Speaking of this Wuhua Temple is a great and famous Buddhist monastery in Xiniu Hezhou. It has a history of 100,000 years in Xiniu Hezhou, and it respects the West. Spiritual Mountain Buddhas are respected, and its incense is not comparable to ordinary temples.
Western Spiritual Mountain Great Thunder Sound Temple shaking the old illuminating the new, Wuhua Temple is a dojo under Spiritual Mountain, and its abbot Zen Master Fahua is the Arhat cultivation base, equivalent to Luo Tian Mysterious Immortal, and it is also considered a prestigious existence in Xi Niu Hezhou.