The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

At noon, there was no shadow of the monks in the back mountain of Lingwu Temple, only a pool of green vegetables basking in the sun listlessly.

Jiang Zhan stood in the open mountains and looked around, and soon saw a well not far from the vegetable field.

He walked over quickly, plucked up his courage while holding on to the cold wall of the well, and looked inside.

The well was deep and dark, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

Jiang Zhan sniffed hard.

I didn't smell anything.

His eyes fell on the derrick.

Why don't you have a bucket of water to see?

Jiang Zhan reached out and grabbed the handle, but suddenly jumped up and turned around.

Not far behind stood a young monk.

Jiang Zhan's back was chilled, but a pleasant smile appeared on his face: "Master stood behind me and startled me."

The young monk folded his hands and bowed to Jiang Zhan, and asked, "Why is the benefactor here? Our back mountain is not open to pilgrims."

"Uh, is that right?" Jiang Zhan took a few steps to the side without a trace, and distanced himself from the young monk, "I ate the most famous vegetable soup in your temple at noon, and it was really delicious. Yes. I asked a master, and the master said that the wild vegetables boiled into vegetable soup must be planted in the back mountain of your temple and watered with water from a special well, in order to grow that flavor.”

Jiang Zhan was full of alertness, but his expression was very natural: "Master doesn't know, I have no other hobbies, just delicious food. When the master said it, my heart was so itchy that I couldn't help but run away. I came here to see what the wild vegetables look like and what the well water tastes like. In that case, I might be able to buy them when I go back.”

The young monk smiled: "This kind of wild vegetable was found and transplanted here by our uncle from the deep mountains many years ago. It is not sold elsewhere. I am afraid the donor will be disappointed."

Jiang Zhan really looked disappointed: "So, it seems that if you want to eat this bite in the future, you can only come to your temple."

The young monk is even more complacent: "Many donors come to offer incense every few days, not only for the incense in the temple, but also for this dish."

Jiang Zhan's hanging heart quietly let go half.

If there is really something shameful in the well, and it is related to the monk in front of him, this person should not be complacent.

That's good, at least at this moment there won't be the distress of wanting to silence the other party.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhan became more and more relaxed, and simply started gossiping with the young monk: "It's noon, why didn't Master take a good rest and came here?"

The handsome and extraordinary young man had a lovable smile on his face, which was undoubtedly very attractive. The young monk couldn't help complaining: "This wild vegetable is the most delicate, and it needs to be watered at this time..."

Jiang Zhan was happy when he heard it.

For a long time, this young monk was also an outcast, and he was very tired of doing this hard work.

"The donor should leave early, the little monk has something to do." The young monk walked towards the well, shaking the handle skillfully.

There was a creaking sound, and a bucket of water was beaten up not long after.

Jiang Zhan couldn't help stretching his neck to see.

"donor?"

"Master, how tired you are to fetch water alone on this hot day, I'm also idle when I'm idle, so let's help you water together.

"How did this happen?" The young monk picked up the bucket and walked to the vegetable field.

Jiang Zhan persevered to catch up: "Master, don't refuse, this is my sincerity to the Buddha. Maybe the Buddha, for my sincerity's sake, the wish made today will soon be fulfilled."

Hearing this, the young monk couldn't stop him, so he nodded.

Amitabha, the Buddha's bright mirror, it's not that he is lazy.

The water from the seemingly dark well was very clear, and there was no smell at all.

Nine times out of ten, the vegetable field was poured into a depression, and the second son of Jiang, who was exhausted into a dog, sat on the ground and panted for breath.

He wanted to have a good talk about life with his fourth sister.

"Thank you so much for the donor today, the donor should go back and rest soon."

Seeing Jiang Zhan still trying to be brave, the young monk smiled and said, "The donor's face is going to peel off."

Jiang Zhan: "..."

Seeing that there was nothing unusual, Jiang Zhan brushed the dust off his body and stood up: "Then I'll go back.

By the way, I still don't know what the master is called? "

The young monk clasped Jiang Zhan's hands together: "Amitabha, the little monk is everywhere."

"Master Sikong, we are destined to see you again." Jiang Zhan had a good impression of the young monk and said goodbye with a smile, but he knew in his heart that this kind of polite remark was just to say that after leaving Lingwu Temple, he would definitely not have another relationship with the people in this temple. intersection.

"Goodbye." The young monk watched Jiang Zhan leave, sat on the ground to rest for a while, and walked towards the well.

He came much earlier today than in the past, and with the help of an enthusiastic donor, it seems that he can go back to rest soon.

The young monk who regained his strength after a rest quickly filled up a bucket of water, but this time he didn't immediately walk back with the water, but stared at the bucket with a look of shock.

In the bucket that was seven or eight points full, the well water was still clear, but there was one more thing.

That is a shoe.

How could there be shoes in the well?

The young monk looked surprised, horrified at the thought of some possibility.

Could it be which senior brother fell into the water?

No, I didn't hear that any senior brother was absent during the morning class this morning—

The young monk put down the bucket, took a heavy step forward, and crawled down the edge of the well.

"Sikong, what are you looking at?" A familiar voice came from behind, but the young monk felt horrified.

...

Jiang Zhan quietly left the back mountain, but found that Jiang Shi was waiting not far away, with Yu Jin standing beside him.

Jiang Zhan greeted him with a smile: "Hey, fourth sister is taking her lunch break now?"

"Where did the second brother go?" Jiang Si asked with a sullen face.

"Just turn around." Jiang Zhan looked up at the sky and changed the subject, "Why are you two together?"

"I happened to meet him, and found that the second brother Jiang was doing a good job, so I didn't bother."

Jiang Zhan was very embarrassed: "Have you all seen it?"

"Let's leave here and talk. After noon, there will be more people coming here soon." Jiang Si said with a stern face.

The three returned to the guest room, and Jiang Zhan poured a pot of water before stopping: "Fourth sister, why are you unhappy?"

Jiang Si raised her eyebrows: "Second brother is too embarrassed to ask. If you run to the back mountain of someone's house, you are not afraid of an accident?"

Jiang Zhan didn't say anything, but Yu Jin chuckled softly.

This girl is really laughing at a hundred paces, and I don't know who followed the drunk man in the middle of the night.

But——this probably proves that Jiang Zhan is very important in her heart?

Concern is chaos.

Yu Jin glanced at Jiang Zhan who was aggrieved, and suddenly his heart was sour.

"Fourth sister doesn't know, the female ghost gave me a dream after you left! But there is nothing unusual in the back mountain. I took turns with the monk to hit the water dozens of times, and we didn't even catch a bird's hair."

"So second brother, don't worry about it, let's go when it's cooler."

Jiang Zhan had to nod his head.

But the sun was still dazzling outside, but the temple bell rang.