This year's winter was exceptionally cold, the wind was bitterly cold, snowflakes were falling from the sky one by one, and the window panes were blowing and rattling. Qing Yin poured a cup of hot water for her master and another cup for herself, then held the cup and sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

Ever since the weather turned cold in winter, Master had fallen ill. At first it was just a cough, and the barefoot doctor in the village below the mountain took some medicine and ate it, but it didn't get better. Seeing more and more serious, Qingyin want to take the master to the city to see a doctor, but the snow closed the mountain, not to mention the master, even he can not go down. The temple even before the barefoot Langzhong grabbed the medicine are finished, Qingyin will be the dregs of the medicine to stay repeatedly decocted and decocted, until the decoction of the soup can not even smell the smell of medicine. Qing Yin felt helpless and could only stay at her master's bedside all day.

The old monk pursed the hot water, looked at the young disciple's trance-like expression, sighed lightly and said, "Qingyin is not afraid, life and death is nothing but a karmic reunion, Buddha has his own arrangements, we can do our best to listen to Heaven's fate."

"But Master, if you leave, I will be the only one left in this world."

"Qing Yin, back then you pulled me down on the street and begged me to take you with me, saying that you were tricked and sold here. At that time, you were still young and didn't know where your hometown was, only that your father was a soldier. I've been down the mountain many times over the years, asking around for anyone who has lost a child, but I've asked in all the big cities and small towns for hundreds of miles, and none of them look like the family you described. Now for the teacher is afraid that the time is not much, you and wait a little longer, the whole of our master and disciple of a fate, when the teacher to go, you will go down to the mountains to find relatives to go.

"But Master, I am a monk, how can I go back to the world? "

"Refining your heart in the red dust is also cultivation, so why bother with the form. Your karma with the earthly world has not been fulfilled yet, so follow your heart and do what you want to do first.

The old monk did not survive the winter and passed away before spring. Qing Yin buried his master alone, but did not go down the mountain to look for his parents as he had said. He stayed in the temple, chanting and sweeping every day. Sometimes he would sit on his knees on a futon and look at the statue of the Bodhisattva. He was lost inside.

He had no strong will to find his parents. He was about four or five years old when he was taken from his home and later sold to a theater troupe. For the first two years, the owner of the troupe treated him quite well, teaching him kung fu and reading and writing, but later, as the troupe's business became more and more sluggish, the owner became more and more impatient with him and sent him to do some odd jobs. Although they were odd jobs, he was only a six- or seven-year-old child, exhausted day after day, bullied and afraid to squeal. Luckily, he met his master and escaped from the pit of fire where people stepped on him. But in the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, his impression of his parents has blurred, and Master was his only relative in this world. Now that Master is gone, this sea of people, who else does he know? ...... Suddenly, a person flashed into his mind, Zhao Qingli!

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Zhao Qingli, that woman who looked slightly powdery at first glance, and only after getting to know her did he realize that she had a delicate heart. Qing Yin remembered a seemingly ordinary scene.

"Qing Yin look, this lettuce is cut into thin julienne, put in the water and blanched, and directly drizzled with hot oil ...... You taste it, how delicious it is." "Qing Yin, Master is old, walking with crutches is still more stable."

"Qing Yin, this is for you. This is a pocket watch made by foreigners, with open to see the time ...... Hey, what are you blushing ah, this is engraved on the Virgin Mary, is her god. Aiya, their god and our temple Bodhisattva will not collide ah ......."

In addition to chatting and listening to Qingyin sing, Zhao Qingli sometimes acted like an elder sister, teaching Qingyin some simple and tasty vegetarian food; sometimes she acted like a parent, adding some utensils to the temple; and sometimes she pinched Qingyin's earlobes with a smile, making the little monk's face turn red and his mouth read "Don't speak without honor, don't move without honor" non-stop.

"Qing Yin, I heard that the foreigners are going to fight their way in, I don't know how much longer we can live in peace."

"Qing Yin, my mother is sick, my father won't let me visit ......"

"Qing Yin, my younger brother is very competitive, he followed General Xue to fight against foreign enemies and made a merit, now he is promoted to what... real military school."

Qing Yin had seen her confused and helpless, she had seen her shedding tears and sobbing, and she had also seen her nodding and smiling. Qing Yin realized that Zhao Qingli was another familiar person in this world besides Master. This feeling of suddenly seeing a ray of light in the midst of confusion instantly made Qing Yin feel much more solid. So he began to look forward to Zhao Qingli's arrival every day.

In February, the spring flowers bloomed on the mountain, filling the mountain with golden color. Qing Yin cleaned the whole small temple and the open space in front of the door.

(She straightens her back and breathes a long sigh of relief.) "Now that she's here, she won't think I'm slacking off in Master's absence.

In March, the peach blossoms on the mountain were in bloom, as bright as a burning haze. Qing Yin cleared the way up the mountain.

"Why does she always wear leather shoes to go up the mountain, and isn't afraid of breaking her foot ......"

In April, the azaleas on the mountain bloomed, red hundred pink, hot and lively. Qing Yin set up the only empty side room in the temple as a guest room, and went down the mountain to the village to buy brand new bedding to spread out.

"This way, when she gets tired, she can still have a place to rest."

In May, the wisteria hanging on the wall behind the small temple bloomed. Qing Yin stood under the wall and looked at the clusters of small purple flowers. The strings of flowers swayed in the breeze, and Qing Yin's heart swayed with them. Suddenly, Qing Yin turned around and walked away with great strides. Zhao Qingli was the only link between him and this world, and he was going to find her.