Feng Zhongjian stayed with Watson in Yunqi Temple for three days, helping Watson clean up the small courtyard in the back mountain and turn it into a warm little home.

Because Liao Chen said that if Watson doesn't want to become a monk, he must learn to live independently from now on.

This is indeed a big challenge for Watson.

You must know that he has lived in the academy for half a year, and he also lived with his senior brothers, let alone at home in a small town.

The only thing that made Watson happy was that Master Liaochen didn't set a limit on how much firewood he had to cut every day.

In his words: "Do your best and don't learn to be lazy from a young age."

This touched Watson very much. You must know that the daily tasks of the handyman disciples in the academy have a clear division of labor. Anyone who cannot complete the task will not be able to eat dinner.

This is also the reason why Watson ran home.

Although Feng Zhongjian was reluctant to leave Watson here to endure hardship, he believed that Master Chen could help Watson cure his old illness.

Perhaps, by the time he returned to Yunqi Temple with Ruimeng, Watson had already completed the difficult step and successfully gathered energy.

When leaving, Watson was very reluctant to leave.

He held Feng Zhongjian's hand and refused to let him go. He insisted that his father stay with him for two more days.

Feng Zhongjian sighed, took out the copper coins that San Wen had prepared a long time ago and handed them to Watson, touched his head and said: "Your sister and Shopkeeper Wang both gave you three Wen, and I will give you three Wen today."

Watson held the three cents given by his father, pointed at the sword-shaped notches on the copper coin, and asked, "Why did dad carve three small swords on it?"

Feng Zhongjian smiled and said: "Your father and I use a sword, your mother also uses a sword, and so does your sister... I hope that one day after you gather your energy, you can also use a sword."

Watson nodded: "Are these three cents also for father, mother and sister?"

Feng Zhongjian replied: "Yes and no, when you encounter difficulties, just think that your father will give you a little courage, your mother will give you a little courage, and Hua Yu will give you a little courage."

"With these courages, even if you encounter trouble, you can still go through it and become a legend in this world."

Thinking about the situation on the day he first arrived, Feng Zhongjian couldn't help but said: "Son, don't let your eyes be covered by walking to the water poor. I believe you will be able to see the clouds rise."

Watson squeezed the three cents in his hand tightly and said, "My sister gave me family affection, Shopkeeper Wang gave me confidence, and today my father gave me courage."

Feng Zhongjian laughed: "The rest of the things are just waiting for your master to give them to you."

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It was another cold night, and Watson, who was sleeping in the stone house, had a rare dream of his father's sword in the wind and his mother.

A night of muttering, a night of babbling.

The old man frowned from time to time, looking at Watson on the recliner, thinking that this little child had gone through so many hardships.

Although there was no earth-shattering battle of life and death, this wisp of human warmth touched his heart.

Sitting there unaware of the passage of time, he finally found an interesting little guy, which made him very happy.

When Watson pushed open the wooden door and reached out to see if the clothes hanging under the eaves were dry.

The old man who had already boiled water and made tea asked quietly: "So, did your father stay with you for two more days that day?"

Hearing this, Watson shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Dad said you gave me courage, so you don't have to accompany me anymore."

The old man laughed loudly when he heard this and said, "You have an interesting father and an interesting master!"

Watson thought for a while and replied: "Think about it, my family is really good, and my master is also good!"

Suddenly a cold light like a sword flashed in the old man's eyes. He looked at him and said, "Is it possible that you haven't seen anything dark in Yunqi Temple?"

Watson said calmly: "I don't need to know about Yunqi Temple, because at that time I was just a little monk chopping wood."

The old man didn't expect Watson to reply to him like this. He couldn't help laughing and said: "Have you finished your story? I saw your ten cents."

When Watson heard this, a strange smile appeared on his face.

Because he thought of the seven weapons of the old man, but he only showed himself six.

I thought to myself, are you waiting for me here?

Thinking of this, Watson took out the handkerchief wrapped with copper coins and carefully placed the ten cents on the table.

He said quietly: "These three cents are the affection given to me by my sister, these three cents are the confidence given by shopkeeper Wang, and these three cents are the courage given by my father."

The old man pointed to the last copper coin without any mark and asked: "What about this penny? I want to hear the last story!"

Watson was stunned for a moment, then blurted out: "Senior's seven weapons, I only saw six, right?"

The old man shook his head: "Why are you so anxious? I'll show you the seventh item after I finish listening to your story."

Watson gently picked up the last copper coin without any marks and smiled lightly: "The story of this penny is very simple."

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Watson settled down peacefully in the small courtyard at the back of Yunqi Temple.

Apart from going to the back hill with his brothers to cut firewood during the day, his favorite thing to do was to sit in the yard and wait for the pears on the green pear tree to ripen.

Liao Chen gave Watson a bottle of honey and said that if he couldn't finish the green pears, he could pickle them with honey and eat them slowly in winter and spring.

This can be regarded as the master, Liao Chen, giving a little sunshine to the miserable life of his disciples.

Let Watson enjoy a sweet life despite the pain.

Fortunately, the senior brothers in the temple told Watson that he could not practice cultivation. Whenever Watson chopped too much firewood and could not carry it anymore, he would share some of the burden for him.

In this way, Watson also felt the warmth of home from his senior brothers.

Although Master Liaochen used spiritual medicine to temper his body twice, the sleeping Dantian still showed little improvement, but Watson's strength was much stronger.

Liao Chen comforted him and said, "If you can't gather your energy for the time being, you should first strengthen your body before talking."

Fortunately, Watson is simple-minded and doesn't have too many ideas.

In the later days, after playing in the back mountains and getting used to it, I would pick some wild fruits and bring them back to Master to eat.

There was only one place that Jie Chen wouldn't let him go, and that was the Wentian Peak that reached straight into the sky. Liao Chen said that he would wait until Watson gathered his energy one day before letting him conquer it.

Spring went and spring came again, and in the blink of an eye, Watson was already a ten-year-old boy.

In the autumn of this year, his Dantian, which was unable to retain spiritual energy, finally repaired several loopholes under the polishing of dust, allowing Huahua to get what he wished for.

He gathered his energy overnight and became a real monk.

Watson was very happy for this, thinking it would be great if his parents and sister were here. This was something the family had been looking forward to for countless years.

Unexpectedly, before my father returned from traveling around the world, he would have already started a journey of thousands of miles.

On this day, Liao Chen felt happy and did not let Watson go to the back mountain to chop wood. Instead, he took him to do a morning class in the main hall.

After finishing their morning lessons, the master and the apprentice had just come out of the dining hall when they met an interesting old woman.

In Watson's eyes, the old woman was probably more than eighty years old. Her hair was dyed white, like a mountain forest in winter.

The old woman's family and grandchildren stopped Master Chen and said that the old woman had something to say to the abbot.

So Liao Chen invited the old woman and her family into the Buddhist hall, drank three courses of tea with the old woman, and talked about some past events.

Finally, the old woman held the Buddhist beads in her hand and said to the dust: "Old monk, this is the last time I come back here to see the Buddha. Next year, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk."

Hearing this, Liao Chen was filled with emotion. He turned around and took down a Buddha statue from the altar. He also took out a piece of his own monk's clothing, wrapped it up, and handed it to the old woman's family.

She said quietly: "The female donor has been fasting and chanting Buddha's name all her life. I hope you can cross over to the other side one day and don't have to enter reincarnation again."

The old woman was greatly moved when she heard this. She took out a brocade bag from her arms with trembling hands, fumbled for a long time, and then took out a silk scarf from the brocade bag.

Carefully opening the silk scarf, there were three copper coins lying inside.

The old woman gently caressed the copper coins, just like a girl caressing her flowery face in the spring breeze.

After taking out two cents, the old woman put it on the table tremblingly and pushed it to Chen.

Looking at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar, he said: "This is the three coins my mother gave me back then. She said one coin is the past, one coin is the present, and one coin is the future."

"I will keep this one. I will go to heaven to find my mother... The remaining two will be offered to the old monk of Yunqi Temple."

After speaking, the old woman carefully pursed the last copper coin and put it into her brocade bag.

When Liao Chen heard this, he couldn't help stroking his beard and praised: "The Buddha said that the past mind cannot be grasped, the present mind cannot be grasped, and the future mind cannot be grasped. It seems that the donor has chanted the Buddha's name all his life and finally figured out the truth."

The old woman pointed at Watson sitting beside him and smiled: "Mother-in-law thinks this little monk is pretty good. Old monk, just give him the future."

After saying that, he asked his family to put away the Bodhisattva statue given by Chen, then turned around and walked out of the Buddhist hall.

Watson followed the master and sent the old woman and her family to the intersection of Yunqi Temple.

Looking at the old woman who was being helped into the sedan by her family, Watson suddenly said: "Old woman, look back and see what the three words on the mountain gate are?"

When the old woman heard this, she couldn't help but stop, looked up at the mountain gate, looked at it, and started laughing.

After a while, he said: "It is said that when you walk to the bottom of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise, my child, you must have faith in the Dharma!"

After saying that, they got into the sedan with the help of their family members, and the family slowly headed towards the mountain road.

"Old woman, walk slowly. Master said that Buddha is in the world. Old woman, you are the Bodhisattva in the world..."

Far away, Watson's slightly childish voice came to the ears of the old woman in the autumn wind.

Reaching out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, the old woman whispered to a woman outside the sedan: "Yun'er, look at this little monk's wisdom..."
To be continued...