Chapter 1 (2/2)

He and the old monk stayed in the two best rooms in the temple The rooms were the best, but at the same time, the worst None of the doors could be closed Not to mention the s — they were broken The hole made a ‘huhu’ sound when the wind blew in Also there was even a ht time on the mountain was very cold The plaster of the walls was peeled off and all of the bricks could be seen What’sCheng once tried using one finger to push over the room’s wall He was chased aith a stick afterwards by the old monk His buttocks almost blossomed

(T/N: explode/break up His skin was raw froot with stick ~ blossomed)

The oldand other personal items for all four seasons added up to less than five sets The roo up in just two or three ti was packed in a box with half of the space left

([3]「三两下」sān liǎng xià –with no difficulties within three or even as less as two times attempts)

wang Cheng went to the bed where the old ray pillow on the bed The pillow had already been (used) for a few years There was also a rusty colour on the surface The quilts had also been used forexuded a thick musty s an object which woulddecided to burn all of these He took everything and rolled it up Just when he was about to turn around, so suddenly fell out from the pillow’s opened end

([4]「睹物思人」dǔ wù sī rén – an idiom which meant “the object reminds one of its owner”)

wang Cheng looked down and found a pile of papers

He placed the pillow and quilt back on top of the bed He bent down to pick up the papers A few papers had already become yellow, and there was also an envelope with his name written on it Obviously, the old htly thick He assuht away, instead, he took a few yellow papers and studied them It seemed that he was unconcerned with the deed of the temple The temple was so shabby that no one would buy it if it was sold at a low price

wang Cheng opened the envelope As expected, it was the old ht before he passed away He probably already knew that his own life had reached its limit

At the beginning, it rambled on and recalled some of his previous memories: from the moment he was received by the old otten were reminded by the old monk's letter

His character was quite lively an er He always liked to cause trouble for the old , he would run into his house, scrape a layer of dust off the wall, then paint it onto the oldfor him to wake up, and inevitably see his tabby cat-like face Furthermore, he would put insects in the old s like this were too numerous to mention individually, and every time he would discover him, his butt would be red all over

”Smelly old man, since you don’t trust me, then don’t die like that!”

wang Cheng muttered this line to himself, in fact the old monk was already more than a hundred years old

Finally, the old ht up the matter of the deed Those several yellowed papers indeed included the title deeds of the te Xia It took the old s to his name

Unfortunately, these things were useless to him In his eyes, they were just a pile of papers

wang Cheng stuffed them into a box Afterwards, he moved it to a corner of the storeroom, closed the door, and locked it A layer of dust fell down, choking hi tiain

He did not expect that he would open this door so quickly again, and so soon