I rolled my eyes on Cher, and from this matter, I felt that Cher was also very mysterious.

Even my aunt was the first to know that the golden mask cursed, but the ink has lived for thousands of years to become the second person, and my aunt has not lived to be the first person at the age of fifty, which is not the right time.

Before I could speak, Cher said to me, "Yes, Leaf, Lao Mo asked you to find an old man who said you had a heartache, and she said he could help you to Huangyan Mountain."

Listening to Cher's words, I was stunned, trying to think back, said that the person with my heart hurt seems to have such a person.

An old man, in a mountain, a young man said that he could see the great immortal in his dream.

Thinking of this old man, I was surprised, took a deep breath, looked at the time, now it is almost 11 o'clock, and I can't find the old man, and I will go again tomorrow.

Thinking of this, I went over, and I put the wooden box on the table, this bloody human skin, I really can't put my face.

Touching my face, the peeling of the face is getting more and more serious, as soon as I touch it, I lost a piece of skin, I pondered, pulled hard, the whole face will not fall.

Of course, I did not have such a stupid fork, and when I slept more than eight o'clock, I got up, and now I don't know that the old man is still in the same place, after all, it has been so long.

When I came out, I met Cher, who was waiting for me at my door.

“Son, I’ll go with you.”Cher whispered to me.

I said yes, just trying to get to the big fat man's room, Cher immediately reached out her hand, pulled me, and shook her head at me.

"This time, we secretly go, do not bring the fat man, the big fat man's heart is not bad, but he will also have a bad heart."Cher whispered.

I grabbed the back of my head and nodded my head to Cher, and this time I listened to Cher.

When she hit a taxi, Cher took a map out of her pocket. "Go according to the map, and you'll find the old man."

“Do as you say.”I whispered.

The master I talked to Cher naturally could not see, and thought that I was a psychopath, talking to myself, looking at my eyes strangely all the way.

Arriving at her destination, Cher stopped and looked at me with her eyes.

"What's the matter."I looked at Cher doubtful.

"The old man is not here."Cher whispered.

I was surprised and asked how Cher knew.

Cher pointed to her nose, "I can smell him."

Listening to Cher say this, I thought about it and asked the people in a surrounding village.

Cher said yes, I went for four weeks, in a village inside the commissary, bought a lot of things, by the way to the boss.

This boss is a middle-aged man with a beard, who has not washed his face for a long time.

“Hello boss, can I ask you a question?”I whispered.

This boss looked at me to buy a lot of things, very kind to me, asked me what questions to ask, as long as you know, you can tell me.

I asked the manager about the old man.

As soon as I heard me ask the treasurer, the boss looked at me with a strange look.

"There's nothing dirty in your house."

The boss whispered.

I shook my head and said that the house was okay, so I found the treasurer for a little something, and also pulled the doorkeeper as a distant relative of mine, so I could come to see him.

I shook the things inside my hand.

"Cheng treasurer in the monk temple, a master chat, you go to know, no process of the treasurer's temper is a bit strange, you want to ask him out of the mountain, you buy some roast chicken over."The boss whispered.

I smiled at the boss and said a few thanks.

Cheers to Cher and let Cher follow me.

Cher shook her head at me, "Little leaf, go yourself, Buddha, I can't go."

I think it is also, the average ghost is afraid of Buddha, so I also know in my heart.

Let Cher wait for me here, according to the boss just said I bought a few chickens, found the Buddhist temple here.

I walked over, walked for more than half an hour, I came to the Buddhist temple, this Buddhist temple gives me the feeling, like the age of disrepair, a lot of things are old, as if not repaired.

Just walked into the Buddhist temple, a little monk came over and merged his hands with me, "Please ask if it is Ye Oxy's Lord."

I nodded my head and said yes, and I was surprised that this little monk still knew my name.

"Go inside, my master and the Lord are waiting for you."I whispered, even more surprised in my heart.

The words of the little monks gave me a feeling, as if they had already known that I was coming, so they specially waited for me.

Walking in the little monk's room, I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

I saw an old man dressed in plain clothes, and an old monk on the other side of the old man, and the two of them talking too small, and I did not hear anything else.

“Hello, Mr. President.”I whispered.

Listening to my words, the treasurer turned around, looked at me, and immediately turned to look elsewhere, but the abbot smiled at me, "Ye Shi Lord came to sit."

I nodded at the old monk and sat down next to the old monk.

"Bodhi Ben has no trees, the mirror is not a table, there is nothing, where to provoke dust."The old monk's hands merged softly.

I listened to the old monk, nodded at the old monk, and felt that the old monk was implying something to me.

"The master is broken, and the children admire it."I don't understand it or not, first I took a sip at the old monk.

As the saying goes, wear a lot of ass.

“What is the following word of the Lord?”The old monk whispered.

Before I spoke, the treasurer opened his mouth and said softly, "The body is a bodhichitta tree, the heart is like a mirror, and the time is diligent, don't make the dust."

I said, feeling like I couldn’t keep up with the pace of the two of them.

“Lord, you are a man of no heart, and you must not provoke dust.”The abbot whispered.

I was surprised, I looked at the treasurer, and both of them said that I was indifferent.

"Ask the abbot to answer, I have a heart, why do I have no heart."I whispered.

"Touch your own heart, it does not necessarily belong to the heart of the heart, it may be a pig heart dog heart."The abbot whispered.

I was shocked by the abbot's words, that is, my heart belongs to the heart of the animal, not the heart of the heart.

"Who is the dust?"I was in a hurry.

"The dust is in your heart, you will know."Old Monk Road.

I hate talking to old monks, and old people are mysterious.