Chapter 4

Duan Hongping breathed, holding the corner of the money, quickly folded it with the ten yuan one in his hand and left the Zen room. Kuchan temple is a little-known temple outside the city of Gusu. It stands out from the rest of the world because it doesn't accept sesame oil money. Other temples have merit boxes, but there isn't one here. This is the rule set by the founder of kuchan temple, the unknown ascetic. Monks are still adhering to the tradition of going out to make love, so money is very rare for them. Suzhou city is now Suzhou. According to legend, there was a famous counsellor named Xu in the Xia Dynasty. Xu was not only talented, but also proficient in astronomy and geography. He was respected by King Shun for his contributions in helping Dayu control the flood. He made him a minister and conferred the title of Wu to Xu. Since then, Wuzhong has been known as "Gu Xu". Over the years, the word "Xu" is not easy to recognize, but in Wu language, "Xu" and "Su" are similar, so "Gusu" gradually evolved into "Gusu". Kuchan temple is 30 kilometers southwest of Gusu city. Duan Hong changes into casual clothes, purple T-shirt with love pattern, washed white jeans, and a pair of black ball shoes at his feet. His ordinary face is not handsome, but he feels calm and experienced. This has something to do with his relationship with three old monks over the years. The baptism of Zen makes him more stable and mature than his peers. Taking the bus to Suzhou City, Duan Hongyuan doesn't have to go to Suzhou to buy rice. Baisha village, which is not far from kuchan temple, sells rice. He only has to go to Suzhou because he secretly found a job to earn extra money and is ready to go for an interview. Twenty yuan can only be used as travel expenses. In the past 16 years, Duan Hong has never had more than fifty yuan. At this moment, watching the scene outside the car fly away, Duan Hong's face was heavy, far from as relaxed as the heated conversation just now. Because he called home yesterday. His uncle Duan Beiping was paralyzed, and his family's income was spent on medical expenses, including the cost of the demolition. Duan Hong can't help but fall into memory. It was a hot summer. The night was full of thunder and lightning. Duan Hongyi resolutely carried his schoolbag and left Duan Jiazhuang, where he had lived for ten years. It was six years. If it wasn't for the house demolition, if it wasn't for the greed of the neighbors, if it wasn't for my own youth, I'm afraid there would not have been such a big change in my family. Seeing his father and uncle maimed and injured, Duan Hong's heart could no longer accept such a heavy blow. On the night he left home, he decided not to learn kung fu well and never to go home.