Chapter 25 - 16
Xie Lian froze on the spot. Looking at the slender figure of the young man, he was helping him carry a large bag of junk, and he even carried it so calmly. This made him feel guilty repeatedly in his heart. San Lang took a few steps and had already walked out. Xie Lian was about to chase after him when he suddenly remembered that the old man driving the carriage was still lying in the carriage. He immediately turned back and stretched out his hand to wake the old man up. Xie Lian repeatedly warned him not to tell anyone about what happened tonight. The old man had seen his abilities on the way here, so how could he dare to go back on his word? He nodded repeatedly and pulled Old Huang back home.
The only thing left on the cart was a roll of mat. Xie Lian put it on his back. When he looked back, San Lang was already single-handedly carrying that big bag of messy things, leisurely walking up the hill.
Arriving in front of the crooked Pu Qi Monastery, San Lang lowered his head and burst into laughter, as if he had seen something interesting. Only when Xie Lian got closer did he realize that he was looking at the sign asking for donations. He coughed lightly and said, "Look, it's like this. That's why I said you might not be used to it. "
San Lang said, "Pretty good."
In the past, Xie Lian had always been the one to say "it's alright, it's alright" to others. Today was the first time he heard someone say this to him. It was hard to describe what he was feeling. The original wooden door of Pu Qi Monastery had long since decayed. Xie Lian tore it down and replaced it with a curtain. Stepping forward, he lifted the curtain and said, "Come in." San Lang followed behind him and entered.
The furnishings in this small wooden house could be seen at a glance. There was only a rectangular offering table, two small wooden stools, a small prayer mat, and a merit box. Xie Lian took the things in San Lang's hands and placed the fortune sticks, incense burner, paper, pen, and other items he had bought on the offering table. He then lit a red candle that someone had conveniently stuffed into his hand when he was collecting junk. In a flash, the room was brightened. San Lang casually picked up the lot holder, shook it, and put it down. He said, "So, is there a bed?"
Xie Lian turned around and silently put down the scroll on his back, handing it over to him.
San Lang raised an eyebrow and asked, "Only one?"
Xie Lian had only met this youngster on his way back from town, so naturally, he hadn't thought about buying an extra card in advance. He said, "If you don't mind, we can squeeze together tonight."
San Lang said, "That works too."
Xie Lian picked up the broom and swept the floor again. San Lang looked around the monastery and said, "Brother Daozhang, is there something missing in your monastery?"