The weather is sunny and approaching Mid-Autumn Festival, and the spring sorrow river is as clear as a mirror.

On this day, a little monk came to the gate of Chuyaoguan. He stood there, wanting to speak but didn't know how to speak.

After the girls in the museum had eaten, they were just having nothing to do, so they teased the little monk through the window.

The young monk was only fifteen or sixteen years old, so he was so scared that he didn't dare to look up, he just kept chanting Buddha's name.

Su Haoyi happened to go downstairs and felt a little strange.

Monks in their place don’t come, and they don’t even pass by if you beg for alms.

So the people in Chuyao Pavilion go to the temple to offer incense.

Judging from the little monk's outfit, he must have walked a long way, and he must have been a monk who traveled abroad.

I don’t know what he was going to do when standing in front of the door, but there must be something, otherwise I wouldn’t have stood and left.

Su Haoyi walked forward, performed a Buddhist ritual and asked, "My little master, do you have anything to do?"

The little monk blushed and returned the favor. He was so funny that the girls were so embarrassed. It was better for Su Haoyi to be a man after reading.

"Thank you for asking, the little monk Faming Yuanjue..." The little monk's lips were a little dry and he couldn't help but lick it with his tongue when he spoke.

"My little master, wait," Chu Yaoguan came back from the car to pull water. Su Haoyi called out and scooped a scoop of water and handed it to the little monk: "Please drink some water first."

"Amitabha, the donor is really the heart of a bodhisattva." The little monk thanked him again and again, took the water scoop, and drank it up to the sky.

After returning the water scoop, the little monk wiped his mouth with his gray cloth sleeve, smiled shyly at Su Yi, and then continued to say: "The little monk is here to find someone."

"Who are you looking for at the little master? I know everyone here." Su Haoyi was also a little curious. After all, it is rare for monks to come to them to find people.

"The little monk was also entrusted by someone to come here to find someone named Aunt Caier." said the little monk.

"That's my mother," Su said with great confidence: "Can you tell me?"

"This..." The little monk seemed a little embarrassed: "It's not that the little monk can't believe in the donor. It's really the master who entrusts me to tell Aunt Cai'er in person before his death."

Su Haoyi's eyelids twitched twice, and he felt bad. This morning, when Aunt Cai'er woke up early, she told her that she dreamed of Miaozai at night, saying that he was coming to see her.

"I dare to ask the little master, what is the master's name you mentioned?" Su Haoyi asked, holding back the uneasiness in his heart.

"The little monk came out to travel. When he passed by Jiangzhou, he met a master at Jinchan Temple. His Dharma name was wonderful." The little monk answered truthfully.

Su Haoyi's head thuded and his body became stiff.

After so many years, my uncle and grandfather have not appeared again. Aunt Cai has been waiting for him, and even fearing that he will not be able to find him, so she has not left for so many years.

"Master Miaozai entrusts some things to the young monk before his death, and needs to explain them to Aunt Cai'er in person." The young monk was a stubborn man, otherwise Miaozai would not have entrusted his last wish to him.

"My little master, thank you very much." Su Liangyi endured the sadness in his heart and said politely to Yuanjue: "The journey is really hard, but it's a pity that it's not convenient for us to invite you in a place like this. Let's go to the teahouse opposite and sit in, and I'll invite my mother out to meet you."

The people of Daxia worshipped Buddhism. The mother-in-law in the tea shed was very polite when she saw the young monk and took the initiative to bring the tea.

Su Haoyi greeted his mother-in-law and turned around to find Aunt Caier.

It has been ten years since she and Aunt Cai'er have been dependent on each other for life, and have never been as difficult to talk about as today.

"Aren't you going out? Why are you back?" Aunt Cai'er was embroidering a Guanyin statue. When she saw Su Haoyi coming in, she was a little surprised: "Why don't you talk? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Her face looks so ugly."

"Mom, someone outside wants to see you," Su said kindly, "You go and meet you."

"Who is it? Isn't it enough to invite him in?" Aunt Caier didn't take it seriously.

"He...is not convenient for him to come in," Su Liangyi didn't have the courage to tell the truth: "He is a monk."

Aunt Cai'er's needle in her hand was thrust, and she almost stabbed herself.

She stood up in a panic, as if she was looking for something, but in the end she just pulled her clothes.

"Is that bald donkey here?" Aunt Cai'er's voice tightened. Although there was hatred in her tone, it was just a complaint from a woman.

"You go and have a look." Su Haoyi felt a lot of pain in her heart, and she had to control her breathing: "I asked him to wait in the tea shed opposite."

Aunt Cai'er raised her hand to tidy up her hair, walked to the door and returned, and took a round fan.

Su Haoyi followed her closely, and took the initiative to support Aunt Cai'er when she went downstairs, and she could feel her arms trembling slightly.

When I arrived at the door, I could see the opposite side of the road. Aunt Caier saw that there was a little monk sitting there, so she slowed down.

Yuanjue had already stood up. When Aunt Caier walked up to him, he clasped his hands and asked for a greeting.

Aunt Cai'er returned the ceremony, sat down and asked, "I wonder what the little master is asking me for?"

"When the little monk was in Jinchan Temple in Jiangzhou, he met Master Miaozai. Before he could transform, he entrusted the little monk to bring his ashes to Tiandu and teach you in person." Yuan Jue said as he took out a square box from his bamboo basket.

"What did you say?" Aunt Caier turned her ear hard: "You said it's wonderful, he... has he changed?"

"Amitabha, monks do not lie. Master Miaozai has indeed passed away." Yuanjue said and performed another Buddha ceremony.

Aunt Cai'er looked at the wooden box on the table in a daze. It felt like she had been cut in her heart by a quick knife, because the knife was too fast and she couldn't feel the pain at first.

Su Haoyi could only endure the sadness and gently push her, and whispered: "Mom! Mom!"

After a while of slowing down, Aunt Caier reached out to hold the box. Her hands were very stiff, so her movements seemed clumsy.

"What else did he say?" Aunt Cai'er's eyes were very empty and she could not focus anyway: "Do he have anything else to tell me?"

"Master Miaozai only said that you would like to raise his ashes," Yuanjue blinked and said, "There will be nothing else."

Su Haoyi didn't know if Aunt Caier heard it clearly, so she nodded stiffly.

Then he held the box and turned around, and walked back step by step like he was demented.

"Master Yuanjue, thank you very much!" Su Haoyi took out the silver on his body and stuffed it into the hands of the little monk: "I'll go back with my mother first. If you have something to look for me, come here to find Su Balang."

Aunt Cai'er walked back to Chuyao Pavilion as if no one was around, and returned to the room with everyone's puzzled eyes.

Su Haoyi followed her into the door, but was bombarded.

Aunt Cai'er locked the door from the inside, and Su Haoyi was worried and waited outside the door.

After a long time, the sound of the pipa sounded in Aunt Cai'er's room, which was a song that no one had heard before.

Aunt Cai'er hasn't played the pipa for a long time. The last time she played it, she gave it to Cui Qianhu last year.

"If you think about something, you are in Hainan.

Why do you need to ask the Lord? Two-beaded tortoiseshell hairpins, and use jade Shaoliao to make it.

I heard that you have his heart, so I can burn it.

Burn it, and the wind blows its ashes.

From now on, don't miss you again.
Chapter completed!