Hongshi smiled and drank a glass of wine: "The world is so big, there are all."

"Hahaha, that's exactly that, that's exactly that." The old monk no longer cared about these things, just drank with him.

After drinking and eating, the two of them never even asked about each other's name and each parted their own names.

One still went back to be his accountant, and the other still traveled around the world, becoming his Youfang monk.

But the monk walked away and hummed softly: "Since ancient times, the emperor has a fixed number, but the secret of heaven is unpredictable. The hidden dragon should have come out of the abyss, but there is a golden phoenix that cuts its way. Master, you have this hexagram."

After seven or eight years of working as the accountant, Hongshi finally got tired of it.

After seeing the West Lake scenery for seven or eight years, it was finally enough.

So one day, he left everything again and left by the West Lake.

At this time, he was almost sixty years old, still smiling, his eyebrows and eyes became more and more harmonious.

It makes people look like a kind and wise old man.

There are several famous temples outside Hangzhou City, but Hongshi chose a small place called the brick and tile temple.

There are only about twenty people in the entire temple.

He is coming to vote, and the host welcomes him.

When his gray hair was shaved, Hongshi didn't feel sad, and he didn't even feel any changes.

He put on a monk's robe and held a wooden fish in his hand, and his heart was peaceful.

Only he himself asked, the Dharma name is called the Four Seasons.

The host did not refuse. From then on, there was no less Master Hong and more monks from the Four Seasons in the Fang Wai.

Get up early to do morning classes, and then post books and talk to his younger brothers.

Grow vegetables in the backyard or pick up firewood in the mountains. Simple and boring days are not sad for the monk Sishi.

It is not scary to repeat it over and over again. Every day when he picks up the wooden fish and recites the scriptures, he has no peace in his heart.

I don’t know how many years have passed. The young monk who had just entered the temple excitedly told him that when the emperor’s emperor arrived at the large temple a few miles away, the monk Sishi suddenly stopped turning the rosary.

Oh my god...

How far away.

Yes, his fifth brother has been the emperor for many years.

"Uncle Master, what's wrong with you?" The little monk blinked innocently.

Uncle Master is the most interesting person in the temple. When working together, Uncle Master always tells a lot of stories from outside.

The uncle has a good temper and the young monk will not blame him for his troubles.

"It's nothing, I just want to think, what does the emperor look like? Uncle Master is very good." Monk Sishi smiled faintly.

"Oh, it's a pity that I can't see you." The little monk was dejected.

"I can't see you, go." Monk Sishi waved his hand.

The little monk naturally doesn’t care. He can’t see him, will he disappear?

Monk Sishi stood up, left the house, and the yard.

The brick and tiles temple is small and is not on the top of the mountain. He can't see it, nor does he plan to see it.

Just sat outside and looked at the foot of the mountain silently.

I was not sad, nor did I have any special emotions. I just suddenly remembered everything I had when I was a child.

His long life was actually the shortest thing when he was a child.

He left the capital as a teenager and has been decades since then.

It's been too long, so long that I can't remember it or understand it clearly.

From a shiny prince to a kind-hearted old monk, most of his life has passed.

What else is unwilling to give up, and what other regrets are there?

The past has long passed like a passing cloud. But at this moment, he just wanted to simply recall his childhood.

But he found that although he would not forget his origins or who he was when he was a child, he could not recall much after a long decade.

When he was a brilliant child, he would not have remembered him deeply, nor would he have been happy about Shunshui Village.

When I was a kid, it was the same as it was later.

The prince, the master, the accountant, the shopkeeper, and the monk are all the same. They are all him.

Then Monk Sishi smiled and got up, and returned to the yard.

Today's chanting is not over yet.

Monk Sishi later became the host of the brick and tile temple.

At that time, he was very old and the older he was, the more people were watching charity.

Finally, my beard turned white, my eyelids drooped a little, my face with spots given by time, and my hands became haggard.

However, he was in great spirits and smiled comfortably all day long.

Oh no, it's not that he is hanging, but that's what he is.

At this time, even he himself almost couldn't remember that he was the prince in the past.

But sometimes, he will suddenly become dull.

You can think that this is because people get old and sometimes they suddenly forget everything.

It can also be seen as when he suddenly remembered the past when facing certain situations.

Anyway, when he saw lotus flowers, he would tell his disciples that I was the accountant in a restaurant by the West Lake.

When you see something rare, you will tell your disciples that the scenery in Shu was very good back then.

Or sometimes I don’t see anything, and I will tell my disciples that I was a master in the water village at the time.

But he never said that I was a prince in the palace back then.

But sometimes, I suddenly stare blankly for a while.

After a while, he continued to talk to his disciples with a smile.

The new disciples like this kind master. They often surround him and ask him to tell stories from the past.

Although he was old enough to say something he had said, or he fell asleep while talking.

But the disciples still like it.

The brick and tile temple was always a very small temple. Later, it gradually disappeared into dust.

However, some people still remember that there was a very good old monk in their small temple.

He lived a full hundred years old. He was so wonderful.

One day, I will not remember the old monk who has always been very good, never gets angry, and has passed away in the first rain in spring.

But aren’t most people in the world like this?

When Monk Sishi recited the scriptures for the last time, he was actually unable to recite the scriptures well. He often read them before and forgot them later.

But he still recited scriptures seriously.

When it rained, he was stunned for a long time, put the Buddhist beads and sat in front of the window.

The rain in spring is not heavy, and the monk Sishi no longer has too many thoughts.

He is too old.

But he suddenly remembered a rain in his mind, and the young man who was splashing ink was full of energy.

"It seems... the wine from that year was particularly delicious."

Monk Sishi said this when he closed his eyes.

In fact, he was so old that he couldn't remember that the energetic boy was himself.

Well, he actually didn't regret it. He just left the world kindly.

The right and wrong of the past, grace and sin have long dissipated in the dust.

There is no more Emperor Hongshi in the world, no more Emperor Hong Si, and no more Monk Four Seasons.

It seems like he has never appeared.
Chapter completed!