Chapter 698: Wait for rain

Juyu City didn't know why, it was overcast again, and there was heavy rain again.
The rain in the 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 be people who have important things to do.
In a small courtyard in the west of the city, there was a scholar who looked at his clothes not shabby 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 of 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. He was originally not 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 to drink, so he soon returned here, this time He carried a small jar of wine and walked in the alley, but when he walked to the gate 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 walking here. In the alleys.
The old Confucian student looked white, his beard and hair were all white, and his actions were slow. There was no difference. The book boy was just carrying a bookbox and looked very strong. 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 I let this bad old man come in and hide from the rain?"
Maybe it was 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 go 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 stupid 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 almost poured about half a bowl, and it was gone.
This is considered to be that the jar of wine is indeed not much, and the wine bowl is indeed not small.
The old scholar reached out and put the wine bowl containing half a bowl of wine in front of the book boy before placing two wine bowls full of wine in front of them.
"That silly boy doesn't like drinking, 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 gentleman, why follow you? It's not good to study, but punch?"
The scholar is a little puzzled.
The old Confucian said with a smile: "Everyone has his own life, and it is not easy to teach him how to read books. I can see my knowledge by walking and stopping. He followed me for a few years, but everything If you don't see it, then you can only punch your punches honestly."
The scholar took a sip, nodded and smiled, "That old gentleman should have walked many places."
The old scholar was not humble. After a sip of the wine, the bowl was placed on the table, and he smiled: "The road has gone a lot, and I have been going north from here. I basically made a circle around the mountains and rivers. 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. After this second time, maybe the same result will happen again. This result requires another visit, but whether it is for nothing, maybe."
"But it's okay to walk around. The old man reads, he doesn't know how to read a book, he really has 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."
The old scholar seemed to be a little embarrassed when he said this.
The scholar said with relief: "Old sir, it makes sense to stop and go. It is not bad to stop when you are tired."
The old scholar nodded and stopped talking.
The two of them 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 yard, he never asked the scholar's identity, and the scholar did not ask about the situation of the old Confucian student. From his point of view, the old Confucian student must be an unfathomable person, at least he could not deal with it. of.
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. Friends all leave the world, and in the end they can only look at themselves in the mirror. What's the point?"
The scholar smiled and said, "This is why most of the monks walk alone on the main road."
The old Confucian nodded, echoing: "Walking on the road alone, it really makes sense."
The scholar drank the wine in his bowl for a long time, and then he asked: "The old man is coming to this Yuyu City now, is he passing by or doing something else?"
The old Confucian did not conceal it, and said frankly;
"My bad old man doesn't have many friends, there are only so few who are alive, and I am waiting for one of them today."
It is indeed very difficult for the old man to cease.
It's just such a thing, many monks are always experiencing.
The scholar just nodded and stopped talking this time. He leaned back on his chair and 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 it weren't for what a monk was doing, he would kill him.
Now I am afraid that no one knows who he is.
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People are coming before the heavy rain comes.
There were two people walking forward in the alley. The one walking in the front was a white robe man who was empty, and behind him was a withered old man. The withered old man hung his sword and looked at him as a swordsman.
The two people walked in the alley, not walking fast, but they quickly reached the gate of the yard.
Only in front of the courtyard, the white-robed man never knocked on the door, but just sat on the steps, and the withered old man also sat down immediately.
Two people sitting side by side, it seems that they are not to find someone, but to wait for the heavy rain.