Both the young novice monk and the sweeping monk treat the meat-and-winners monk as nothing, and generally no one pays attention to the meat-and-winners monks.
After staying for two days, the fair-weather monk finally realized that he was not welcome on the mountain.
So there was no choice but to go home.
Although he really wanted to stay up there and continue to resolve the knots with others, he was also needed at the foot of the mountain.
Li Jian has always been in charge of the project in the northern suburbs.
The titular person in charge, the meat-and-wine monk, rarely appears.
The fair-weather monk knew that he had already let down his old master, so he could no longer let down Ye Ao's expectations.
Only by completing the project in the northern suburbs can we be considered worthy of Ye Ao.
After completing the northern suburbs project, whether you want to leave or stay, the fair-weather monk will do whatever you want.
On the day when the meat-and-wine monk came down the mountain, it started to rain continuously.
The sky is all gray.
He started the car and took one last look at the temple shrouded in mist and rain.
Leave without looking back.
The little novice monk was soaking in the rain, holding a hoe, and was loosening the ground.
At some point, the sweeping monk came to the side of the little novice monk and said, "He's gone."
The young novice monk paused in his movements.
The rain fell and wet the young novice's shoulders.
And suddenly, he felt nothing and remained motionless.
"Why bother."
The sweeping monk shook his head and turned to leave.
The little novice monk looked at the land under his feet infatuatedly, and asked himself in his heart.
Why bother?
He doesn't know either.
Since the old master left, the little novice monk felt like he was holding back a breath of air.
Nowhere to vent.
In fact, the young novice also knew in his heart that the anger in his heart was inexplicable.
If it were anyone else, they wouldn't tolerate him at all.
But the fair-weather monk stayed on the mountain for two days and received all the cold looks.
Whenever he thinks of the heavy back of the meat-and-wine monk, the little novice feels as if his heart is being grasped by a pair of big hands.
I can't breathe at all.
I stood in the rain for a long time until the coarse linen clothes on my body were soaked through.
The young novice then raised his hoe again, lowered his head and continued to loosen the soil.
"Mr. Ye, after I finish this time, I may have to stay in the mountains from now on."
The fair-weather monk stood in the northern suburbs, looking at the dusty construction site, and said to Ye Ao.
Ye Ao smiled: "What, you want to go back to practice hard?"
"I remember that monks don't pay much attention to keeping filial piety."
The fair-weather monk nodded, indeed he did not pay attention to keeping filial piety.
He just felt that he owed his master too much.
I have no shame in staying at the foot of the mountain any longer.
"Think about it yourself."
"Let's get acquainted. If you are willing to stay and help me, I will be very happy."
"But if you want to leave, I can see you off."
Ye Ao patted the fair-wine monk on the shoulder and didn't say anything too harsh.
Because Ye Ao understood that the fair-weather monk must be in a very bad mood right now.
The old master personally brought the fair-weather monk from childhood to adulthood. In fact, this relationship is closer than that between father and son.
It's a special bond.
But now, the old master has passed away.
It was still caused by the drunkard monk.
It is normal for the fair-weather monk to be unable to overcome this hurdle.
The fair-weather monk sighed and did not say his decision immediately.
Within the next few days.
As if to forget the troubles in his heart, the fair-weather monk devoted himself wholeheartedly to the project.
That kind of desperate style scared Li Jian quite a bit.
Several times, Li Jian grabbed the arm of the fair-weather monk and asked him if he was crazy.
"I'm not crazy." The fair-weather monk rubbed his face.
Because he kept turning, his eyes were already very red.
The whole person's condition looked very bad.
"You're not crazy. You're just looking for death here."
"Mr. Ye asked you to be in charge of the project, not to burn your life here."
Li Jian said in a bad tone.
Seeing the dejected appearance of the drunken monk, Li Jian has restrained himself these days.
I have never provoked a fair-weather monk.
But who knows, the more others give in, the more the fair-weather monk will push his limits.
He is getting more and more depressed.
Now Li Jian can't stand it anymore.
"You act like no one has ever had a close relative die."
"Who are you performing for?"
"Have you forgotten what the master said before he left?"
Li Jian grabbed the meat-and-wine monk's arm and asked.
The fair-weather monk shook his head in pain: "Stop talking, it's all my fault."
"Then what? Do you think if the master saw you like you are now, he would still be able to go to hell with peace of mind?"
Li Jian asked.
The fair-weather monk couldn't answer, but he knew it very well in his heart.
If the old master saw his current appearance, he would definitely blame him.
Perhaps it was out of such selfishness that the fair-weather monk deliberately ruined himself.
On the one hand, he wanted to vent his frustration, and on the other hand, he hoped that the master would suddenly jump out and take care of him.
"Bald man, I admired you before and thought you were a person."
"But now, I take back my previous thoughts."
"Bah! You are trash!"
Li Jian raised his middle finger, turned around and left.
She cries because of something, just like a girl.
This man is completely useless!
The fair-weather monk somehow subconsciously grabbed Li Jian's arm.
Opened his mouth.
"I……"
"What are you doing? Do you know you're wrong?" Li Jian looked at him sideways.
Although Li Jian was not present when the old master left.
But I also knew that the old master was so kind to the meat-and-wine monk, so he would definitely let him live a good life before leaving.
With such a fair-weather monk, I really don’t know who I am teasing.
"I'm sorry, I'm only here for a while and can't recover."
The fair-weather monk tells the truth.
Before that, the meat-and-wine monks didn’t have any palaces.
Although they occasionally break the precepts, the meat-and-potatoes monks generally abide by the precepts.
Just like a naughty child who likes to skip school.
Suddenly one day, his parents died because of his naughtiness.
Guilt, confusion...
All kinds of emotions are intertwined in my heart.
"What's so great about this?"
"People cannot be resurrected after death. You can either continue to go up the mountain to guard the tomb, or you can do a good job."
Li Jian said a little irritably.
When the fair-weather monk didn't come, Li Jian was busy all day long.
Now that the fair-weather monk is here, Li Jian thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, but who knew he would be even busier!
The fair-weather monk makes a mistake from time to time, or writes the wrong number on the financial report.
Or maybe the location is wrong.
Li Jian was very tired.
The fair-weather monk nodded: "I'm out of shape today, so you can just keep an eye on me while I go back to rest."
"Well, if you have anything you can't figure out, just talk to Mr. Ye." Li Jian reminded.