Chapter 698

Juyucheng don't know why, it's cloudy and heavy rain.

The rain on Buddha soil is unusual. So when the heavy rain is beginning to show signs, many monks have already left the street and hid in their houses. Those who want to go out at the moment should be those who have important things to do.

In a small courtyard in the west of the city, a scholar who looked at his clothes was not so shabby took money. He could not bear the wine bug in his stomach, so he would go out to have a drink.

After a glance at the sky, the scholar took an oil paper umbrella from the wall, and soon opened the gate to the nearest restaurant.

The entrance of the courtyard is a narrow lane, which can only accommodate two people walking side by side. It can be said that it is very narrow, but at least it can stagger pedestrians.

The scholar was walking in the alley, but he thought that the heavy rain would be very troublesome. So he quickened his pace and went to the wine shop for drinking. So he soon came back here. This time, he was walking in the alley with a small jar of wine. However, when he got to the gate of the hospital, an old voice suddenly sounded in the distance Yin, the scholar turned his head and saw an old Confucian scholar leading a schoolboy in this lane.

The old Confucian scholar looked at his hair and hair white and moved slowly. There was no difference. The schoolboy was just carrying a bookcase and looked very strong. He walked behind the old Confucian without saying a word.

The old Confucian scholar walked forward several steps before he came to the scholar. He said with a smile, "it's going to rain. Can you let me, an old man like me, come in and hide from the rain?"

Perhaps he was afraid that the scholar would not like to, so the old Confucian scholar quickly added, "in the face of all of us, we are scholars."

The scholar chuckled, "where does the old gentleman say? I still have wine in my hand. Go in and have a drink."

The old Confucian scholar repeatedly said thanks, led the schoolboy to the courtyard with the scholar, and finally sat under the eaves. The schoolboy put the bookcase on the ground without looking for a stool, but sat on the ground directly.

The old Confucian scholar looked at the scholar and said, "this silly boy is used to going south with me. How can he be comfortable

The scholar took out three wine bowls from the house and poured a bowl of wine for the old Confucian scholar and the schoolboy. After that, there was not much left. After that, he poured about half a bowl and it was gone.

This is the jar of wine is not much, and this wine bowl is really not small.

The old Confucian scholar put the half bowl of wine in front of the schoolboy and put two wine bowls full of wine in front of them.

"That silly boy doesn't like drinking. He just likes boxing. It's wasted."

The scholar stares at the bookboy, but he can see clearly that he is a bookboy. In fact, he is not young.

"Old man, how can you follow you? If you don't study hard, you'll fight?"

Some scholars are puzzled.

The old Confucian scholar said with a smile: "each man has his own destiny. It's not easy to teach him how to read. My whole body of knowledge can be seen by walking and stopping. He has followed me for several years, but he can't see anything, so he can only fight honestly."

The scholar took a sip of wine, nodded his head and said with a smile, "that old man really should have gone through a lot of places."

The old Confucian scholar was not modest. After drinking the wine, he put the wine bowl on the table and said with a smile: "the road is much more. We have been to the north from here. We have basically turned around on the other side of the mountain and river. Even the Buddha land seems to have come twice and wanted to borrow something from a friend. But the first time, the guy always said that the time was not right. After this second time, he might be the same If it's really the result, we'll have to do it again, but it's not clear if it's a waste of time. "

"But it's OK to walk around. I don't know how to read books. I really have to go and look around."

"But last time he led a little guy who had to use a sword to come to the Buddha land. Now this little guy is going to teach him. I really miss him."

The old Confucian scholar seemed to have some regrets when he said this.

The scholar comforts a way: "old gentleman, walk between stop and stop, oneself reason, tired then stop, also not bad."

The old scholar nodded and stopped talking.

They were drinking like this, as if waiting for the heavy rain to fall.

And the bookboy, holding up the half bowl of wine, drank it down, fell asleep, and soon began to snore.

The old Confucian scholar drank wine and waited for rain, which made him very comfortable.

Since he entered the courtyard, he did not ask about the identity of the scholar, and the scholar did not ask about the situation of the old Confucian scholar. According to him, the old Confucian scholar must be an unfathomable person, at least he can not deal with.

But it's normal. If it wasn't for such a character, how could he walk around the world.

Don't know how long, the old Confucian suddenly sighed, "people live too long, in fact, it's not good, friends leave the world one by one, and finally can only look at themselves in the mirror, what's the meaning?"The scholar said with a smile, "this is why most monks walk alone on the road."

The old Confucian scholar nodded and agreed: "the road is independent. There is some truth in it."

After drinking the wine in his bowl, the scholar began to ask, "does the old gentleman come to the city of juyu now, do you want to pass by or do something else?"

The old Confucian scholar did not conceal it, and said frankly, "it is waiting for someone else."

"I'm such a bad old man, I don't have many friends. There are only a few alive. Today I have to wait for one of them."

It's really hard for old friends to stop.

It's just such a thing that many friars are always experiencing.

The scholar just nodded. This time he stopped talking. Leaning on his chair, he took out a Book of Confucian classics and looked at it for himself. The storm in the city of juyu has always been a storm, but these things have nothing to do with him. If he didn't really like what a monk did, he would have killed him.

Now nobody knows who he is.

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The rain hasn't come yet. People are coming.

There are two people walking in the lane. At the front is a man in white robe. He is empty. Behind him is a withered old man. The withered old man hangs his sword and looks at him as a swordsman.

Two people walk in the lane, not fast, but also quickly to the yard gate.

But in front of the courtyard door, the white robed man did not knock on the door, but sat down on the steps, and then the haggard old man also sat down.

Two people sit side by side, it seems not to find people, but to wait for the heavy rain.

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