Is He Really The Protagonist?

Tang Yubing went in to wake up Du Xue, while Xiao Bosheng went into the house and unpacked the cans for the snow gun in the closet. The cans were not small, but thinking about her appetite, Xiao Posheng couldn't help but worry: "Can these be enough?"

"Meow."

"That's good. I'll bring some steamed buns back later. If you're hungry at night, just eat that."

The snow gun rubbed against his leg: "Meow⁓"

"Okay, okay, see you later."

After waiting for a while, the two girls also walked out one after another. The three of them washed their hands in the bathroom next to the guest house and walked through the square full of fallen leaves to the dining hall.

The dining hall of Lianyun Temple is quite large. At this time, it is full of monks in plain clothes, and several tables at the door are surrounded by pilgrims.

The cook was a kind, fat monk. He smiled and gave each of the three of them a bowl of noodles and two steamed buns: "If it's not enough, come over and make more."

After thanking each other, the three of them found an empty table and served their meals. Dinner was very simple, with triangular noodles, tomatoes and greens added, and some red oil floating on it, but it was very chewy and the soup tasted good.

Thinking of what he just saw in the kitchen, apart from the fat monk who was cooking, there were only a few little monks who were helping, but they were cooking for so many people. Xiao Posheng couldn't help but think of the hidden boss in the temple who is usually set in the movie: the cook. and the sweeping monk.

He shook his head, tightened his divergent thoughts, and concentrated on eating.

The noodles were smooth and chewy, and the noodle soup was mellow and delicious. Xiao Bosheng finished three bowls unconsciously. Under the strange eyes of the two girls opposite him, he did not finish the fourth bowl, but washed the dishes on the faucet next to him. , and then placed it on a pile of bowls that had been stacked next to the meal opening.

The bowl is a porcelain bowl, so I don't have to worry about it falling. Sitting back down, Du Xue went to wash the dishes. Tang Yubing was still eating bite after bite. If he remembered correctly, this was her first bowl.

Watching her eating noodles piece by piece, Xiao Posheng couldn't help but ask: "How many pieces have you eaten?"

"?" Tang Yubing stopped, looked up at him, and explained in a low voice: "I just don't like eating noodles, so I eat slower."

"Okay, I quite like eating noodles. It's convenient, quick and filling."

After Du Xue came back from washing the dishes, Tang Yubing finally finished the bowl of noodles in front of him and went to wash the dishes. Du Xue sat opposite him and suddenly asked: "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

Xiao Posheng was a little surprised: "I don't believe it. Why do you ask that?"

"Oh, okay." Du Xue seemed a little regretful: "Me and Tang Yubing's family believe in Buddhism, so we were affected to some extent."

Xiao Bosheng recalled Tang Yubing's pious look when he was offering incense and nodded.

At this time, Tang Yubing came back from washing the dishes: "Let's go, what are the plans for the evening."

Xiao Bosheng recalled what he had seen in the discussion group before and said: "Pilgrims who are going to offer incense will gather in the open space in front of the Mahavira Dharma and invite monks from the temple to give lectures, usually on health maintenance methods based on medical principles. There are also some simple ways to exercise.

Afterwards, everyone will talk about the troubles in life and enlighten each other. Finally, after the evening drums and morning bells are over, we return to our room to rest. "

After glancing at the two people with expectant faces, he knew there was no need to ask them again: "Let's go back and put on our coats before coming back. It's quite cold at night."

Crossing the square full of fallen leaves again, as soon as they passed the corner of the stairs, the three of them saw the cat squatting at the foot of the stairs on the second floor. Seeing them coming back, Xue Qiang jumped down one step at a time. Xiao Bosheng bent down slightly and caught the jumping little white cat.

"Meow⁓"

Snow Gun rubbed against his arms and made a coquettish cry.

"Hey⁓" Tang Yu's sour voice came from behind. Xiao Bosheng turned around with a smile: "You guys go back and put on your coats. I came back to pick up the snow gun."

"Master, sooner or later your soul will be taken away by this cat."

"Meow?" Snow Gun stopped moving, poked his head out from his arms, and looked at Tang Yubing with wide eyes and tilted his head, his eyes looking as innocent as possible.

Why did she want to take away Xiao Bosheng's soul? Does it make sense?

As if attracted by Snow Gun's cute eyes, Tang Yubing paused and stomped away. Du Xue looked at Snow Gun with a slightly surprised look and went upstairs.

"Next time Uncle Ye invites me for tea, I will take you there. He may have never seen such good tea."

Xiao Bosheng sat on the stone guardrail on the first floor, rubbed Xue Qiang's head, and said angrily.

"Meow?"

"It means that Uncle Ye has never seen a cat as beautiful and smart as you."

"Meow meow meow."

"Of course, you are the prettiest."

By the time the three people and one cat returned to the square, the afternoon pilgrims had gathered on the platform in front of the Main Hall, each sitting on a futon, and in the middle was a monk wearing a yellow robe giving a lecture.

An aunt who met them at the stairs in the afternoon saw them and took the empty futons from the side, only to find that there were only two. When he was about to get up, Xiao Bosheng stopped him with a smile.

Pointing to the stone guardrail on the side, indicating where she should sit, the aunt nodded and called Tang Yubing and the others over.

The monk is talking about the working principle of human body's "qi" and its connection with the body. When he first started listening to it, Xiao Bosheng found it quite interesting, but he lost interest after ten minutes.

Because the essence of 'qi' is the natal aura, the operating principles, the connection with the body, and how to avoid diseases caused by irregular 'qi' are all available in Yuling's database, and they are more detailed and in-depth. .

After all, one started researching the spirit pattern shortly after humans discovered it, and had complete information and systematic analysis and research; while the other only studied it through various classics, and the gap is self-evident.

"Meow⁓"

"Are you bored? Do you want to play with leaves?"

"Meow."

"Then let's go."

After walking off the platform and back to the ginkgo tree, the snow gun came out of his hat, jumped directly into the pile of fallen leaves, and began to flutter.

It seems that she is not lazy, but she is usually bored at home. If you have the opportunity in the future, you should take her out to play more.

There are no lights here, and the clear moonlight casts a silvery brilliance on the square. He held the slightly cold stone slabs on both sides with his hands, leaned back slightly, closed his eyes and bathed in the moonlight.

I always feel like I am becoming more and more middle-class.

As soon as the slightly shameful thoughts arose, he was interrupted by a slightly magnetic voice.

"The donor is confused."

Opening his eyes and looking sideways, he saw the monk cleaning fallen leaves that he had seen in the afternoon. I didn't know when I sat next to him, holding the bamboo broom and looking up at the leaves falling in the air.

"how you said that."

"The donor is doubting the meaning of his own existence, questioning the meaning of what he is doing, and also thinking about his inner emotions."

Looking at the monk who answered the question, Xiao Bosheng's face remained unchanged, but a faint starlight flashed in his pupils.

“Does the donor know the history of China’s struggle a hundred years ago?”

"learn."

“How do the martyrs appear to the benefactor.”

"Be firm in faith, fight tenaciously, go on and on, and be unafraid of sacrifice."

“In the eyes of later generations, what they did ultimately brought about today’s happiness, and what they did was worth it.

But how many people can realize that when they make a choice, when they face sacrifice, they don't know whether they will succeed in the end, and they don't know whether what they do is meaningful. "

"..."

“Everyone comes into this world and pursuing the meaning of their own existence is the initial meaning of life. After that, the meaning of existence should be defined by themselves.

Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler. "

The monk's words were not difficult to understand. Xiao Posheng smiled and turned to look at the monk who looked to be only in his forties: "Dare you ask the master's name?"

"Huiling, he's just a sweeping monk."

"Junior, I would like to thank the master for his advice." He bowed with his hands clasped together, and Huiling bowed in return.

Watching his leaving figure, Xiao Bosheng couldn't help but think of his thoughts in the dining hall in the afternoon. Now he was really sure that the sweeping monk was a hidden boss.

But something seems wrong?

I thought carefully about the conversation just now, finally determined what felt wrong, looked through the memories in my mind, then took out my mobile phone, opened the browser, and typed: Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler.

The first thing that pops up is intelligent translation: Life is like a journey, and I am also a passer-by.

What follows are recommendations containing the same words.

"Hiss—" He took a breath of cold air: "In other words, although there are big differences in history, settings, technology, and culture, there are similarities in inspiration?"

I hope no one shouts: I feel like I have been living in the shadow of that star.