It seemed as if he had seen Gu Yi's existence. The old monk bent down slightly and bowed with one hand.

Seeing the old monk's actions, Gu Yi quickly got up and bowed to the old monk.

The old monk waved the broom in his hand, sweeping the fallen leaves in front of him. For some reason, Gu Yi was attracted by the old monk's simple movements.

As quiet and moving as the space and light seem to be slowly lengthened.

The ancient temple is quiet and the stone steps are green and green, but the old monk is still sweeping the fallen leaves.

"Master, are you practicing in this temple?" Gu Yi asked.

"I'm here to sweep the fallen leaves." The old monk smiled, pointed to the golden fallen leaves on the ground, and waved the broom in his hand.

"Has these fallen leaves been swept away day after day, year after year?" Gu Yi asked again.

"I haven't swept it away." The old monk smiled and said again.

"The fallen leaves return to their roots and will eventually turn into spring mud. Why should the master sweep it?"

"The little donor, I think why I want to sweep away?" The old monk smiled and refused to answer, and returned the question to Gu Yi.

"······" After a while, there were thousands of thoughts flying.

"What the master swept is falling leaves, and what he wants is purity?" Gu Yi replied.

"Little donor, I have a few questions. I want to ask the donor. I wonder, can I?" The old monk put the broom in his hand in front of him and asked Gu Yi with a smile.

"Master, please ask!" Gu Yi looked serious. Although he didn't know who the old monk was in front of him, his intuition told him that the person in front of him should be his great opportunity.

"How to deal with money?"

"If you are poor, you will be able to take care of yourself; if you are rich, you will benefit the world. A slight slightest bit is worthy of your heart. You can only be enough for money, but it is not worth spending your time and family affection for you." Gu Yi just pondered for a moment and gave an answer.

He answered, just as he followed in this life's view of money.

"Everyone in the world is held by power, how do you think of it?" The old monk smiled, refused to comment, and asked instead, and waved the broom in his hand to take away the fallen leaves under his feet.

"Those who hold power can possess and call the power that ordinary people cannot compare with. They should bear the people's livelihood and the country, and the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

For me, I am an idle person in the world, even if I am not greedy for the power brought by this power, I really don’t want to bear such heavy responsibilities and missions.” Gu Yi answered truthfully.

"The donor's true nature!"

"What can we do if people are greedy for beauty?" Taking two steps, one falls away, and three or two weeds.

"Beauty grows up easily, and eventually she will have a hundred years of dry bones. Those who are fascinated by lust will eventually see illusions."

"However, in life, every passionate person has nothing to do with beauty, no sin, and those who love beauty are accompanied by each other, always be happy, and ultimately guardian, and ultimately miss!"

The first half of the sentence blurted out.

In the second half of the sentence, I wandered in my heart for a long time. The past and present life, the faces passing by in my life, the past, and the past, unconsciously floating.

My wife in her previous life held the child in her arms, and her young and beautiful face was already blurred. What she could not erase was the beauty and Wen Xian in her heart.

A shallow girl with plain hands playing the piano, a pretty and lively pretty disciple, a quiet girl with a paintbrush in her hand, a handsome and handsome junior sister...

In this life, the beauty I just met!

"Haha! The donor is a affectionate person!" the old monk said with a smile.

"Everything has feelings, and all sentiments are suffering. Let it go!" The old monk swept over the fallen leaves under his feet, as if muttering.

"Thank you, Master!" The word "love" is a weak person no matter how many lifetimes he is, Gu Yi has never known how to make a decision.

Therefore, the old monk also has such an evaluation of the sentient beings.

"The fourth question, everyone is burdened by reputation. What do you think?" the old monk asked with a smile.

"Loyalty, filial piety, courtesy, righteousness, integrity, shame, trust and courage! Only words and deeds in the world are worthy of one's heart, and everything can be done." Gu Yi answered decisively.

Sometimes there is no absolute right or wrong in the world, and they only have different positions!

We are ashamed of heaven, earth, and heart as we do!

"Donor, you can be a great freedom." The old monk looked at Gu Yi, nodded constantly, and smiled happily.

"Thank you for your advice! The boy's answer is too shallow and I cannot be honest!" Gu Yi bowed his hand and looked at the old monk with respect.

"Those who are free will be free and do not have to care about other people's words." The old monk smiled and shook his hand and said.

"Master's teachings, Gu Yi keeps it in mind. He hasn't asked for the Master's Dharma Number yet!" After talking between the two for so long, Gu Yi then remembered that he seemed to have no idea of ​​the other party's name, and asked hurriedly.

"Old monk, I am just an ordinary sweeping monk. I have been sweeping for so many years, but I haven't swept the three inches of land under my feet. Where did I get the name?" The old monk waved the broom in his hand and still gently swept the fallen leaves under his feet.

Inch by inch.

Inch by inch!

Until all the fallen leaves were swept under the ginkgo tree.

"Okay, today's fallen leaves have been swept away, and it's time to go back." It seemed like a moment, and another thousand years later. Before Gu Yi could say the first half of the sentence, the old monk put away the broom and walked back quietly in the direction he came.

Gu Yi could see the old monk's hunched back disappearing clearly into his eyes little by little, but he could not react at all.

Until Lao He's back completely disappeared, the space and light seemed to be pulled back infinitely at this moment.

It is still this quiet ancient temple or the warm afternoon sunshine. The apricots in front of you are still falling slowly, and the fragrance of the girl beside you is still there.

It is unknown whether it was a thousand years of blinking a finger and traveling through thousands of years to talk to the sage, or a dream in Nan Ke.

Who was the monk who swept the floor? After all, he didn't get the answer.

Perhaps, the thousand-year-old apricot tree knows, but it cannot tell Gu Yi.

"Gu Yi!"

"Gu Yi! Why are you stunned?" The clear shout of a girl in her ear woke up Gu Yi with a complicated thought.

"Oh! Xiaodan, did you see an old monk sweeping the floor just now?" Some of the surprise in their hearts would blurt out unconsciously, although they knew there would be no result.

"What old monk? Are you stupid? Didn't I just tell you that there is no real monk in this temple now?" Yu Xiaodan pointed at Gu Yi with a disgusting expression.

"Oh!" Gu Yi responded with some excitement.

"Hey! What are you thinking? The time is about the same, it's time for us to go back." The girl shouted impatiently again.

"Oh, OK." Gu Yiying said.

Get up and brush the fallen leaves on your body.

Turn around and walk towards the gate of the courtyard when he came.

"It has been a long time since no one has come to sweep the fallen leaves." The moment he walked out of the yard, he murmured from Gu Yi's mouth, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Chapter completed!