I followed the monk like this and thought it was a very bad thing to sell it to Sakyamuni. On the long road, I went to Suruga like a monk in Tang, "What is this? Going to the West to obtain the scriptures?" I laughed at myself, but it is gratifying that the monk did not go to beg for alms this time, and he was carrying money when he was walking.

I looked at the monk with doubt and took out money to buy things, and said in a questioning tone: "Why do you have to beg for alms with money? Is this a kind of practice?" But as soon as I said it, I felt that the words I asked were nonsense.

The monk looked at me proudly and knew what I was thinking: "Well, I just thought about it now, but it's not bad. What's the excuse? Just make a random one." After saying that, he sang the Buddha's name devoutly.

"Master, monks are not easy to lie." I said pouting, obviously a little helpless about this person.

"Oh, is that right? Did I lie?" The monk looked at me shamelessly.

On the first night, we slept by the river. In winter, the place close to the water became colder and the heavy moisture made the cold wind even colder. Dinner was the dinner that the monk gave me was a millet steamed bun bought at noon, but the steamed bun was all millet and there was no trace of flour. In the winter, the steamed bun was hard like a stone. I was holding the hard steamed bun, and I had no idea what to eat, and my teeth were not growing.

The monk set up a pot and boiled water for me. When the water boiled, the monk melted the steamed buns, then took out a can of iron from the heavily worn bag, poured out some salt and mixed it into the water. Like the lotus cake I ate when I was a child, he then brought this sticky, non-stick, thick and non-thick steamed bun version of lotus cake.

The monk put on a hilarious look: "Hehe, I know you think the taste is light, but now this water is available to drink."

I drank the bowl of things, and the monk was still good to me. At this time, the monk set up a big pot of water that had just been boiling water and started cooking sand. All night, the monk and I slept in the wild. He laid me with soft sand before going to bed, and the sand was roasted and heated on the fire. Because it was winter, the monk would get up and move the fire every hour, add some firewood, and cover me with a quilt.

The next morning, the monk put away his sleeping bag and quilt, put out the fire, and took me on the way. I rubbed my eyes, obviously I was not used to this kind of life. After all, it is normal for children to sleep ten hours a day.

This time I came to a densely populated village. The monk told me that it was halfway between Gao Tianshen and Jun Mansion. Today, he wanted to do something here, so he took me to sleep in the lodge in the morning. The monk with a tattered shoulder bag and a worn cotton jacket was actually Xuezhai from Damingding. I smiled with a self-deprecating smile: "Maybe it's not me who is so weird, but monk."

Looking out the window, I found a distant mountain, surrounded by fog, and the blue snow peaks showed majestic in winter. The snow on the top of the mountain has accumulated all year round, so I think this should be Mount Fuji. This mountain is the sustenance in people's hearts. Perhaps Junfu is a good place to see the mountain... However, Shingen from the north can only look at the north side of the mountain, and is called a mountain person. Cangmeng is probably the feeling.

I walked down the stairs and saw a four-year-old boy aiming everywhere with a small slingshot, and a "dongdong" sound came out of his mouth. He waved to me, and then ran over happily. His waves were incomparable to his actions. He started chatting with him. After he told me, I knew about it. The boss's son was very young, but because the store was busy, he could only let him do whatever he wanted. When he saw me, who was younger than himself, he naturally walked over very familiarly. He was four years old,

I was three years old, and this was an impossible gap. However, when he saw me who was younger than him, he invited me to go and shoot birds with him. After giving the suggestion, he rushed out without waiting for me to agree or not. When he was about to put in a slingshot, he stuffed a slingshot into my arms and ran out of the house quickly. The slingshot here is because there are animals on the island, so this kind of launch weapon can be said to be without any destructive power. After all, there are no animals that means there are not many tendons, after all, bows, arrows, slingshots are all based on these animals.

Because it was snowing in Suruga, the scenery around it was misty. Kiyotaro said to me mysteriously, "I still had a small trap here a few days ago. If it snowed heavily in two days, I would probably catch a lot of prey." Then he looked at me, "Actually, there is nothing to eat in this thing, you can catch something if you still have a little bit of leftover food from the guests." He explained proudly, maybe this person often does this.

As he said that, he took me to the trap and saw a colorful chicken in the trap. He smiled and said to me, "Let's go, let's not kill birds today. We went to roast chicken and ate it. We untied the rope of the trap and pulled me back to the lodge. I kept it in a daze, but I couldn't figure out what I was doing, but I knew that this Kiyotaro was going to treat me to food."

I looked at the guests coming and going to the lodge and asked Kiyotaro: "Keyotaro, it's winter now, why are you so busy?"

Kiyotaro looked at me with contempt: "It's snowing now, and there are many celebrities with arts and elegance in Tokaido to go to Suruga to discuss poetry with Lord Shimabu. It's like this every year, but today is a small one." However, arts and elegance are not what he said at his age, and it feels like the conversation of those merchants surnamed him.

I nodded, and then Kiyotaro asked the chef of Suya to handle the chicken. In this era, chicken was eaten by the lowly people, and the superiors ate the fish. The simplest example is that after samurai killed the cow, they just took away the beef tendon and used it to make a bow and arrow, and the rest was eaten by the farmers.

After a while, the smell of fragrance came. Kiyotaro took out half of the roasted chicken. We pushed away the scorched place and started to eat the fragrant roasted chicken. At this time, half of it was eaten, and the monk came back. He looked surprised when he saw me eating chicken.

He wiped his head with his black sleeves, and then said to me, "You're going to eat first, and I'll come back to get you something."

I scratched my head awkwardly. The monk smiled at Kiyotaro. The monk waved his hand and told me that he could not eat this kind of thing. After a long time, the monk probably knew that I had eaten it, so he called me to the window and said to me: "I want to tell you something tonight. You can stay here with peace of mind in the afternoon. I have something else to do in the afternoon. Ten dollars is enough for you to buy some snacks." After that, the monk handed me ten dollars, and then walked downstairs with his head shaking.

With a series of questions, I walked downstairs in a daze and looked at the monk's back. At this time, Kiyotaro suddenly appeared behind, took a slingshot and banged me gently and said, "Misanro, who is he?"

"He? He is my master." I looked at Kiyotaro holding a slingshot.

Kiyotaro said indifferently, "Master? Why do you want to be a monk? It's good to remember to come here to find fun in the future!"
Chapter completed!