Beside the mountain stream, on the rocks.

Dao Chi lay in a big position, looking at the clear blue sky, not knowing what he was thinking. Hutou sat aside, looking at Dao Chi for a while, and then looking at the sky along Dao Chi's line of sight.

After watching it twice, he yawned, drooped his eyelids, and in the blink of an eye he heard snoring.

Dao Chi turned his head and looked at the tiger's head. Thinking of the so-called life experience he just heard, he couldn't help laughing.

What is this called? Dasha meets Er Si? I originally felt sorry for Hu Tou, a child who was ignored and despised by his relatives. In the words of later generations, it was cold violence. Only Hu Tou's nerves, which are thicker than his arms,

Only then would he not take it seriously; if it were any other child, his heart would have been twisted.

Unexpectedly, the situation on his side was even worse than that of Hutou. No matter how bad Hutou was, his parents and family did not abandon him. He was raised with good food and drink, but there was a lack of care; on the side of his own owner,

He was left in Zhuangzi when he was a baby. No matter how much care the family had, they would not make such a decision.

It's called "abandonment", which to an infant is more like murder. In their hearts, they probably didn't even think about letting the child continue to live, but they didn't want to bear the bad name, so they just let it fend for itself.

destroy.

Thinking of this, how could a Taoist idiot have a good impression of his so-called family? He touched his bald head, feeling helpless. He had long known that he would eventually go down the mountain.

Although the old monk gave him a Dharma title and taught him Buddhist principles, he taught him more in Confucianism. Although the Taoist idiot liked to live a free life, he did not resent the old monk's arrangements.

In the imperial society, there was a strict hierarchy among scholars, farmers, industry and commerce. Even if you wanted to be a farmer, you had to have fame and fame to be able to settle down.

Dao Chi took a long breath and said to himself: "Just watch..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but frown and looked back at the foot of the mountain.

He had learned the breathing method from the old monk, and his eyes and ears were more sensitive than ordinary people. He had already heard the sound of a person walking.

After a while, a man in green clothes came down from the path at the foot of the mountain. Because he was still far away, he couldn't see his face clearly, but his figure looked familiar.

Coming down from the mountain? The Taoist idiot slowly stood up from the rock and stared at the person coming.

When the visitor approached, Dao Chi recognized that the visitor was none other than Wang Zhen, the eldest grandson of the Wang family clan who had gone to Wangjiayao in the morning to attend the funeral.

Seeing Dao Chi looking at him calmly, Wang Zhenqing slowed down his steps, stood two feet away, coughed, and raised his voice: "Dao Chi, Master asked me to call you back to the temple."

Before Dao Chi responded, Hutou rubbed his eyes and woke up.

Seeing Wang Zhen, he couldn't help but stare wide-eyed, glared at Wang Zhen and said: "Breaking in, fighting..."

In Wangjiayao Village, the tiger's head was like a docile lamb; but when he got to the mountain, he firmly remembered the instructions of the master and the little master. If anyone dared to go up the mountain at will, he did not need to be polite and gave him a hard lesson.

At just this glance, Wang Zhen felt that the hair on his body stood up. There were many funerals this morning, and he was treated as a guest of honor, so he didn't notice the tiger's head. He just felt that the child's face was too evil when he stared, not like a kind person.

Dao Chi shook his head and comforted Hu Tou and said: "They are the guests of the Grand Master. The Grand Master told him to go up the mountain..."

"Oh." Hu Tou responded, his wolf-like aura immediately weakened, and he showed a somewhat silly smile towards Wang Zhen.

This foolish and foolish looking person is also from the mountain. Who is Shiro?

When Wang Zhen saw this, she couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded. No wonder he was doubtful, no matter how you look at it, compared with the handsome little monk, this silly boy with fat head and big ears is more in line with the four words "born stupid".

There were two young men on the mountain. Why did my grandfather only say that besides the old monk, there was only one other person on the mountain?

Wang Zhen was full of doubts and returned to Xishan Temple with her two children.

Not only did he feel this way, Wang Qinghong, who was sitting in front of the old monk, feeling ashamed and angry, also widened his eyes when he saw two children coming in.

In his opinion, since the Taoist idiot is Shiro, the so-called "born idiot" theory back then was a big joke. When he was in office at the time, he believed his wife's words and really thought that his cousin had given birth to a stupid child, and he vaguely regarded this child as his son.

Only because of shame did he acquiesce to the decision to leave the child in Anlu and ignored him for more than ten years.

If Shiro was still in the village, even if he knew the truth, he would only be angry at his wife's deception and would not be so embarrassed. But Shiro was taken out by the old patriarch. I heard that the servants were extremely neglectful at that time. Now the father and son are two

People meet each other in this situation.

It is conceivable that in the eyes of the old patriarch, he must be a henpecked wretch who cannot even protect his concubine. The truth is indeed the case. He is obviously his own flesh and blood, but he is fostered in the temple.

Fortunately, he is now serving as an official. If he were in office, he would be able to drink a pot of water if he was "not strict in running the family" and "unjust and unkind".

The guilt of mistreating his concubine was mixed with the shame and anger of exposing his family to shame. He was actually a little afraid of seeing this son.

Seeing the stupid looking tiger head coming in with the Taoist idiot, Wang Qinghong's heart trembled, and there was a faint expectation of not seeing anyone.

Others may not be able to see his hidden thoughts, but who is the old monk?

He sighed secretly and was too lazy to say anything else. He called the Taoist idiot to come forward and said to Wang Qinghong: "This is the child that old donor Wang sent to the mountain ten years ago."

Wang Qinghong looked at Dao Chi, and his heart sank. Although Dao Chi didn't look very like his father at first glance, but after a second look, his eyebrows, eyes, and bridge of nose were very similar to his own.

He had mixed feelings, his expression was moved, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Silang, I am your father."

In the end, it was the love between flesh and blood that outweighed the selfishness of cherishing reputation and feathers. Looking at Dao Chi, he not only felt guilty, but also a little scared. He was afraid that his son, whom he had just met, would ask him why he abandoned him and why he came to pick him up.

Hearing this, the Taoist idiot looked at the great monk and saw him nodding his head, so he said: "Father."

Wang Qinghong had already thought of several ways to say it, but he didn't expect that Dao Chi just said hello, then closed his mouth and said nothing else.

There was no excitement of father and son meeting each other, nor was there any grievance or resentment of being abandoned. This greeting was full of honesty and obedience.

How could it be so calm? Wang Qinghong was a little unsure and asked tentatively: "I'll take you home today!"

The Taoist idiot had already received the old monk's instructions, so he naturally had no objections. Hearing the words, he immediately nodded and said: "Okay."

The corner of Wang Qinghong's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he already regretted his quick words. He had not planned to take the person back today. He originally planned to come for a visit first, and then pick the person up after the arrangements were made when he returned home.

But the words had already been spoken in front of the old monk and Wang Shen, and naturally it was difficult to repeat them. He had to look at the old monk and said with gratitude on his face: "The kindness of the master in raising the dog will be deeply felt by the younger generation. Today I will bring the puppy home.

I will take my puppy up the mountain to pay my respects to Master some other day."

The old monk didn't even look at him, and told Wang Zhen: "Your grandfather went up the mountain last time and left a servant behind. Now that you are here, you have taken him with you..."

Although Wang Zhen did not know the identity of the old monk, she knew that he was someone respected by her own grandfather, so she accepted the offer honestly.

Wang Qinghong was left out in the cold. Although he felt unhappy, his face did not show it at all. He was the head of the inner chamber of the Wang family clan, so he knew that Xishan Temple was the ancestral home of the Wang family.

The old monk is of this age, and he may be an elder who lives in seclusion in some house. Even the clan leader respects him, let alone a member of the younger generation like himself.

After the old monk finished his instructions, he waved his sleeves directly and said: "The mountain temple is simple and simple, and the old monk does not accept guests. Please go down the mountain..."

Wang Qinghong and Wang Zhen agreed and said goodbye respectfully. Dao Chi walked a few steps behind and said to Hutou: "Look at the temple, and take good care of the master..."

Hutou did not obey Dao Chi's instructions honestly as he had done in the past. Instead, he reached out and grabbed Dao Chi's sleeve.

The Taoist idiot said: "I will be back in a few days. You should honor the master for me first..."

Hutou then let go of his hand and responded in a naive manner.

The Taoist idiot looked at the old monk again and said, "Master, I'm going down the mountain..."

The old monk nodded and said: "Look and listen, don't force anything."

"Yes, I have written it down." Dao Chi solemnly made a Namaste.

This was neither a separation nor a farewell, so the Taoist idiot would naturally not cry and act like a child. After bowing, he left the meditation room.

Wang Qinghong and Wang Zhen were waiting for him at the entrance of the monastery. The Taoist idiot paused for a few steps in the East Room, then walked directly towards the two of them without stopping.

Seeing that Dao Chi's hands were empty, the two of them were stunned for a moment, and then they understood. Dao Chi grew up in a temple, and now he is still wearing monk's robes. Even if there are things around him, they are belongings of the mountain gate, and it is really not appropriate to take them down the mountain...

After coming down the mountain, Wang Qinghong ordered Dao Chi to get on his carriage.

The Taoist idiot responded and got on the carriage, sat quietly on the side seat, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose. In just half a day, he had already made up his mind as to what attitude he should take when facing this so-called "family".

"Honest" is an important thing. Honest people make people less defensive, but if they are blindly honest, they can easily be bullied. He is not willing to let these "family members" dictate his life.

He is honest and stubborn, and his relationship with his family is cold and alienated. This kind of positioning is just right. In the eyes of others, even the nominal parents cannot force him to do anything, otherwise it will be like bullying an honest person, which is unkind.

suspicion.

The corners of Dao Chi's mouth raised, and when he raised his head again, there was already a little more anxiety and expectation on his face.

When Wang Qinghong saw it, his heart softened and he said: "Don't be afraid, this is going home, not going anywhere else. Your grandmother loved your mother the most back then... She will definitely love you when she sees you... Your brother has a gentle temperament.

Your sister loves her brothers the most, you will get along well..."

He didn't mention his wife, Mrs. Wang Yang, because he himself didn't believe that his wife could treat his concubine kindly. But he would not tolerate her any longer. If a dignified scholar-bureaucrat can't even "keep his family together", how can he have the nerve to say anything else.

The Taoist idiot just smiled shyly and nodded.

Wang Qinghong was originally worried that his son would be resentful and estranged from him, but now that he saw his gentle and honest temperament, he couldn't help but feel a bit of true love for him.

He thought of Dao Chi's demeanor when he was chanting sutras, and felt a bit proud of himself. After all, he was his own son, and he had some of his own demeanor when he was young.

Thinking of this, he was moved in his heart and said: "Look at how well you memorize scriptures. Apart from Buddhist scriptures, what other books have you studied?"

The Taoist idiot said: "When I was learning calligraphy, I studied the Three-Character Classic, One Hundred Family Surnames, and The Thousand-Character Classic."

Wang Qinghong heard this and asked without giving up: "Is there nothing else?"

The Taoist idiot nodded, seemingly puzzled and said, "Apart from Buddhist scriptures, there are only these few books in the temple."

Wang Qinghong couldn't help but frown and said: "I heard that you can recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra fluently. How long did it take you to recite it when you first learned it?"

The Taoist Chi thought for a while and said, "I learned it during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. I was able to recite the whole chapter only during Laba."

Wang Qinghong calculated in his mind that the whole "Ksitigarbha Sutra" has more than 20,000 words and can be recited for a hundred days. Two hundred words should be recited every day, which is not a small amount.

However, compared with Saburo's talent of memorizing memories, this little cleverness is not obvious. Saburo started learning at the age of three. In addition to the Four Books and Five Classics, he also dabbled in other classics and history collections. If he had not followed him in office, he would have given it a try...

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