Green steps stone platform.

The little monk Jiran ran on the stairs with a broom.

He watched Master Wuxiang come back and hurried up, "Uncle Master, are you finished working today? My donor sister went to the mountain to watch the sunrise today. I wonder if she went down the mountain today."

"Yeah." Wuxiang held the Buddhist beads in his hand, his attitude was deserted.

"Uncle Master, you set up a tablet in the hall before, and you said that was your sister."

"Your sister is Lin Mo."

A smile spilled out from the corner of Wuxiang's mouth, "So what?"

"I heard that donor's sister's friend also called her Lin Mo." Jiran scratched his head: "Why do you and your sister seem to be unfamiliar with you?"

"But if you are not familiar with it, who would burn incense and pray for blessings to a stranger every day?"

“Did I hear it wrong?”

The little monk Jiran could no longer figure out the little head.

His uncle is very cold-hearted. If he is not familiar with him, he will not be so kind to the donor sister.

Ji Ran looked at Wuxiang curiously, "Uncle Master..."

"I'm so curious, I'll punish you to copy Buddhist scriptures ten times."

Ji Ran looked at Wuxiang in disbelief: "Uncle Master, don't!"

Wuxiang pinched the Buddhist beads, paused his thumb, and turned around, "Go and see when will they go down the mountain."

"If you ask clearly, don't you have to be punished?"

Wuxiang pursed his lips and told him, "Don't say I asked."

Ji Ran nodded hurriedly: "Uncle Master, I understand!"

He hated copying scriptures the most. He threw away the broom and hurriedly ran to find Lin Mo.

Lin Mo bought souvenirs, had lunch, and went back to pack up and prepare to go down the mountain.

Jiran looked around at the door and waited for a while as if he was serious.

When Lin Mo came out, he was stunned, "Sister Donor, are you leaving?"

"It's you." Lin Mo smiled slightly: "It's time to go down the mountain. Thank you and your uncle for taking care of me."

"Then, will you come again in the future?"

"Maybe it will." Lin Mo nodded.

Jiran held Lin Mo's hand and acted coquettishly, "Sister, can you leave later?"

His uncle is so easy to speak. If his sister leaves, he will be cold again.

He held his mouth shut: "Sister, isn't it fun on the mountain?"

Xue Huanhuan is behind, I really want to ask, is it fun on the mountain?

Lin Mo thought for a moment: "Sister, I'm going to go back to study. I'm not yet graduated."

"Just like you, I still have to learn every day."

She touched Ji Ran's head, took out a box of mung bean cakes she bought from the attractions, and said, "For you to eat."

Jiran looked at the mung bean cake and took it without hesitation.

After all, he is still young and likes to eat sweets.

"Sister, then you will come to see me and Master Wuxiang in the future."

"There is such a good thing?" Xue Huanhuan couldn't help but speak, "That's all, your uncle, but we can see it just by looking at it?"

Jiran wrinkled his nose: "You may not be able to see it, but if it is the donor's sister, you can definitely see it."

Xue Huanhuan was about to laugh angry.

The one who looks good is the donor's sister, and the one who doesn't look good is the donor.

Yes, who makes everyone control their faces?

When she saw Wuxiang, she thought she was a handsome master. When she saw something that was not good-looking, she was a bald monk.

"You are still young." Lin Mo patted Ji Ran's bald head, "Your uncle is busy every day, so how can you see me?"

She laughed in silence: "Don't mess with your uncle."

"No." Jiran wanted to say that it was his uncle who asked him to come.

But he remembered the teachings of his uncle and was a little discouraged.

"Don't you like my uncle?"

"If you like him, you will definitely come to him every day."

Just like he likes the little squirrel in the back mountain, he can't help but go and see the little squirrel every day.

Xue Huanhuan coughed and looked at Lin Mo, "Mo Mo, do you like Master Wuxiang?"

Lin Mo pursed his lips: "I admire him."

She is still a bit pious in the important places of Buddhism. Although there are not many, she dare not joke about these things at will.

She doesn't want to blaspheme Buddhist disciples.

Jiran looked at Lin Mo's reaction and knew that the donor's sister might not like the uncle.

He couldn't help but sigh.

Lin Mo suddenly smiled and said, "Jiran, thank you for the flowers you gave me. They are very beautiful and I like them very much."

"I was in a bad mood when I was sick. If it weren't for your flowers, I would probably have been very depressed."

"Ah?" Jiran scratched his little bald head: "I have never given my sister flowers."

"And in this weather, I haven't seen the peach blossoms yet, only Master Wuxiang has plum blossoms in his backyard."

"I don't dare to pick it. Uncle Master is very precious. If I pick it, I will be punished to kneel down."

Jiran felt scared when he thought of his unreasonable appearance when his uncle punished others.

Lin Mo was puzzled: "It's not you? Who can it be?"

"Look, it was given to you by Uncle Master." Ji Ran picked up Bingliangliang's hands, "Because the medicine I have sent these days is either from me or from Uncle Master, he will not leverage it to others."

"Sister, do you know my uncle?"

"Don't know." Lin Mo didn't remember when she met the monk. She felt that people like Master Wuxiang would not give them flowers to her.

She pondered: "That might be me wrong."

"Okay, we're leaving too. Wait until I'm going to see you on summer vacation, okay?"

Ji Ran immediately smiled and said, "Okay, Uncle Master and I are waiting for you here."

"Yes, although my uncle is a Buddhist disciple, he has not given precepts, so..."

Jiran didn't continue talking.

Lin Mo was confused and didn't quite understand what he meant.

Li Tu also came to find them, "Huanhuan, Xiao Mo, let's go down the mountain together."

Xue Huanhuan urged Lin Mo: "Mo Mo, let's talk about it next time I come, we're leaving."

Lin Mo waved to Jiran, but there was no luggage and left in a light car.

Jiran stood there, feeling depressed in his heart, "Oh, sister, how could you not know my uncle? My uncle is such a good person and is so kind to you."

Jiran felt that his sudden enlightenment of life had become a little deeper.

He went back and found Wuxiang, and saw that he had taken off the veil from his head and revealed his original face.

He regretfully went up: "Uncle Master, donor sister and others have gone down the mountain."

"Yeah, I get it."

"Uncle Master, you and your sister have not reminisced about the past. Don't you miss her?" Jiran has parents. He was in poor health and was raised in the temple, but he missed his parents very much every time.

Wuxiang's eyes seemed to have a spoonful of cold moonlight, "I have already let go of everything in the world, how could I miss it?"

"But if you let go of everything, how could you be completely different from the donor sister?" Jiran shook his head, "So, uncle also has times when he is stubborn."

Wuxiang looked directly at the ruler beside him.

Ji Ran was so scared that he jumped three feet high and ran away happily.

While running, he shouted, "Uncle Master is going to beat me up again!"

There is no difference here, except that the beautiful cluster of plum blossoms under the window is gone.

Late last night, Wuxiang also looked at the empty branches and thought.

Does she like it?

A silent voice came from a distance, "By the way, uncle, donor sister said she likes plum blossoms very much!"
Chapter completed!