Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 698: Wait for rain

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Juyu City didn't know why, it was overcast again, and it was raining again.

The rain in Buddha's soil is unusual, so when this heavy rain has begun, many monks have already left the street and hid in their houses. Those who want to go out at this moment should have important things to do. People.

In a small courtyard in the west of the city, there was a scholar who looked at his shabby clothes and took the money. He couldn't bear the wine bugs in his stomach, and he wanted to go out for a drink.

Glancing at the sky, the scholar took an oil-paper umbrella from the wall, quickly opened the courtyard door, and headed to the nearest wine shop.

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

The scholar walked in the alley. Originally, he was not walking fast, but thinking that the heavy rain would be very troublesome, so he quickened his pace. It would not take much time to go to the wine shop and drink, so he soon returned here. , This time he was walking in the alley with a small jar of wine, but when he walked to the entrance of the courtyard, an old voice suddenly rang in the distance. The scholar turned his head and saw that it was an old scholar leading a book boy Walk in this alley.

The old Confucian student looked at his beard and hair all white and moved slowly. There was no difference. The book boy was just carrying a bookcase and looked very sturdy. He walked behind the old Confucian student without saying a word.

The old scholar walked a few steps forward before he came to the scholar not far away, and smiled: "It's raining soon, can you let me, this bad old man, come in and hide from the rain?"

Maybe because he was afraid that the scholar was unwilling, so the old scholar quickly added, "It's because we are all scholars."

The scholar smiled heartily, "What the old gentleman said, I still have wine in my hand. Just walk in and have two sips."

The old Confucian thanked him again and again, and led the book boy to the yard with the scholar, and finally sat under the eaves. The book boy put the bookcase on the ground without looking for a stool, and just sat on the floor.

The old scholar looked at the scholar and said: "This silly boy is used to going south with me, how can I be comfortable?"

The scholar took out three wine bowls from the house and poured a bowl of wine for the old scholar and the book boy, and then there was not much left

I just poured about half a bowl, and it was gone.

This is really not a lot of wine in that jar, and the bowl is really not small.

The old scholar reached out and put the half-bowl of wine bowl in front of the book boy before placing two full wine bowls in front of them.

"The silly boy doesn't like to drink, he only likes punching, which is wasted for him."

The scholar stared at the book boy. In fact, he could see clearly that the book boy said he was a book boy. In fact, he was already quite young.

"Old sir, how can I follow you? If you don't want to study well, it's punching instead?"

The scholar is a little puzzled.

The old Confucian smiled and said: "Everyone has his own destiny, and it is not easy to teach him how to read. I can see my knowledge by walking and stopping. He followed me for a few years. But if you don’t see anything, then you can only punch it honestly."

The scholar took a sip, nodded and smiled: "The old man really should have walked a lot of places."

The old scholar was not modest. After a sip of the wine, the bowl was placed on the table, and he smiled: "The road has gone a lot. I have been going north from here, and the mountain and river have basically turned I’ve circled it, even this buddhaland seems to have come twice, wanting to find a friend to borrow something, but for the first time, this guy keeps saying that the time is not up, and after this second time, maybe the same result will happen again. , If this result is true, it will have to come again, but it may be in vain or not."

"But it's okay to walk around. A bad old man reads. It's not easy to read a book. I really have to go and look around."

"But last time I brought a little guy who insisted on using a sword to Buddhism. Now this little guy is going to be his master, and I really miss it."

Speaking of this, the old scholar seemed a little embarrassed.

The scholar said with relief: "Old sir, it makes sense to stop and go. It's not bad to stop when you are tired."

The old scholar nodded and stopped talking.

The two people just drank like this, as if waiting for the heavy rain to fall.

And the book boy, holding up the half bowl of wine, drank it, and fell asleep after drinking, and there was already a snoring sound after a while.

The old scholar seemed very comfortable drinking and waiting for the rain.

Since he entered the courtyard, he never asked the scholar's identity, and the scholar did not ask about the situation of the old Confucian student. According to him, the old Confucian student must be an unfathomable person, at least certainly not. He can handle it.

But this is also normal. If it weren't for such a character, how could he walk around in this world.

I don’t know how long it took, the old scholar suddenly sighed, "People have lived too long, but it’s not good. My friends left the world one by one. In the end, they could only look at themselves in the mirror by themselves. What’s the matter? Mean?"

The scholar smiled and said: "This is why most of the monks walk alone on the avenue."

The old Confucian nodded, and echoed: "Walking on the main road alone, it really makes some sense."

The scholar drank the wine in his bowl for a long time, and then he asked: "The old gentleman is here now in Yuyu City, is he passing by or doing something else?"

The old scholar did not conceal it, and said straightforwardly; "I'm waiting for someone."

"My bad old man doesn't have many friends, there are only a few who are alive, and I have to wait for one of them today."

It's really difficult for the old person to disappear.

It's just such a thing, and many monks are always experiencing it.

The scholar just nodded. This time he stopped talking. Leaning back on his chair, the scholar took out a Confucian classic and read it by himself. There has been a lot of trouble in Juyu City, but these things have nothing to do with him. , If he hadn't really couldn't understand what a cultivator did back then, he would kill him.

Nowadays, I am afraid that no one knows who he is.

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People are coming before the heavy rain comes.

There are two people walking in the alley. The one walking in the front is a white robe man. He is empty. Behind him is a withered old man. The withered old man hangs a sword and looks at it as a sword. Taxi.

The two people walked in the alley, not walking fast, but they also quickly reached the gate of the yard.

Only in front of the courtyard, the white-robed man never knocked on the door, he just sat on the steps, and the withered old man sat down immediately.

Two people are sitting side by side, not to find someone, but to wait for the heavy rain.