117. A little monk came to the west

ps: I will continue to work for the second update...

The little monk rubbed his bright forehead, and his eyes were dark and bright, brighter than the stars in the sky, but he was four feet tall and dressed in a white cassock, holding a string of rosary beads in his right hand and holding a copper bowl in his left hand, with an honest expression.

When the little monk first went out, he also brought a hardware Zen stick, but later he couldn't stand the hunger, so he sat in a restaurant and had a big meal. After eating, he remembered that he had no money on his body. He thought that the hardware Zen stick was a good thing, and the little monk gave it to the shopkeeper as cooking money.

The shopkeeper was happy to see the little monk. Unexpectedly, he did not let the little monk run away with a cold face. He happily accepted the hardware Zen stick, and did not attack the little monk. Although he did not see what material the hardware Zen stick was made of, it was estimated that it was worth a lot of money, especially his mother-in-law reading all day long. On the top, Bodhisattva sent a kind heart to find a lot of gold and silver ingots for the little monk, and took it as the incense money to go to the temple to worship Buddha.

The little monk was read a few words by the shopkeeper and respectfully sent him out of the restaurant. The shopkeeper looked at his shopkeeper this time... How to say, it was a little abnormal. When the little monk left, he had to remind him a few words. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was kicked far away by the shopkeeper and sat on the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

The little monk had a silver face that opened like a sunflower, and he didn't stop talking all the way. He was either a sugar-coated haws or a sugar man, or a chicken leg or something. There was also meat in the bowl. He was not hungry and gained weight along the way.

Of course, the little monk was too young. The master said that he couldn't drink yet. Drinking was a mistake. Besides, the little monk drank it once, but the spicy food was almost spit out. However, when he thought that the glass of wine was worth a lot of money, the little monk thought that the master had always been very thrifty, and the jackets on his body had been patched, so he put up with it. I didn't spit out the wine and slowly swallowed it.

"The wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and it is left in the Buddha's heart." This is a sentence that the drunken master always said all day long. The little monk didn't understand it before he went down the mountain, but later he understood it.

There are many temples in the Western Regions of the whole Xiuzhen Realm. If you draw a map to point the location of the temple on it, a map can be dense like ants crawling on it, but most of the temples in the Western Regions are not separated. Most of them are places where some holy monks in the Little Bright Holy Land are now or have practiced hard in the past, and there are many miracles.

The little monk has never entered several temples along the way, and the little monks are not very happy to enter the temples. Those big monks looked respectful to themselves and shouted at the Bodhisattva, but the food was too poor when eating, and they didn't take anything good for themselves to eat. It's better to eat well on the mountain, although the master's cooking is also quite It's terrible, but at least you can eat some meat or something. These big monks in the temple always let themselves eat cabbage or something. There is no oily smell at all, and the little monks are not used to it.

slowly left the Western Regions, and the temple was less, but the little monk's silver was slowly about to be spent, so the little monk was quite distressed.

In the end, the little monk remembered that he was a monk. How could he pay for the monk to eat? The monk's meal was called fate. Of course, this was taught by the master. The master said that he also went down the mountain once that year and never paid for the meal.

Of course, most of the places where the little monk became related were some large restaurants and hotels. lingering around the door, the little monk handed over the bowl and said, "The little monk came to turn the fate, and the donor will give a generous reward in the afterlife."

This came from the mouth of a simple, cute little monk with red lips. Many restaurants can't get angry. They all took the bowl full of delicious food on it like a demon. The little monk would raise a smiling face and take over the bowl and replied with a smile, "The owner is kind and has a good reward."

Later, the little monk became a relationship in the restaurant. The second child led the little monk to the lobby and said that the little master waited for a moment, and then went to the kitchen to serve some food for the little monk.

There are three teachings and nine streams in the restaurant. Recently, there has been a devil in the east. The devil killed a lot of people. As a result, things are getting bigger and bigger, and many people have run over.

"The monks are compassionate." The little monk did not recite the Buddha's name, which was what the master said. When he looked at his uncle on the mountain reciting the Buddha's name, he read a sentence. As a result, he was slapped on the forehead by the master and said that he would fart.

The little monk remembered to eat or not, and later read it several times, but every time the master was by his side, as long as he read it, he slapped him on the forehead. The little monk was tearful. The master hit him at all, which was very painful.

After being beaten several times, the little monk knew that he could not recite the Buddha's name. Of course, the master had never read the Buddha's name. In the master's words, there was no need to be close to the bald head. Although the little monk did not know who the bald head was, he listened to the master's words and said that we would not read it.

The little monk can't fight. When he was on the mountain, the master didn't teach him any skills. If he wanted to preach, he would also teach himself how to eat, such as making a chicken. The master is the best at this. The uncle has taught a lot of things, but the little monk always talks about food, so he doesn't remember it.

There was a demon in the east. The little monk remembered that when he went down the mountain, the master asked him what he was going down the mountain for. Looking at his uncle standing aside, the little monk honestly said that he would go down the mountain to defeat demons and eliminate demons. As a result, the master fell on the forehead without saying a slap and said your grandmother's bullshit!

The little monk suddenly frowned. If he didn't say that his uncle would spank himself, his big buttocks were not like the master's slap on the head. It was a wicker, which hurt when he slapped his buttocks.

Of course, a good monk can't suffer immediate losses, so the little monk changed his words and went down the mountain to eat big meat and drink big wine.

The master smiled and touched his head with his big hand and said, "This is my apprentice."

Of course, that night, the uncle took the willow and slapped his buttocks again, which made the little monk very distressed.

Before going down the mountain, the two masters and apprentice squatted on the ground and had a long talk. The big monk felt that his apprentice had to make some arrangements when he went out. Of course, he arranged it by mouth.

"Apprentice, be careful when you go down the mountain. The master will explain the situation at the foot of the mountain today, so that you can also have a psychological preparation in advance. Don't be blind after going down the mountain. The foot of the mountain is no better than the mountain. What happens, the master can still take care of you..."

The little monk thought that the master was talking nonsense again. He didn't see you when he was hit by his uncle's big buttocks. How dare you say that he was taking care of me? Of course, the respected and Taoist monk still knew it. At most, there were one or two slanderous words in his heart, but he did not dare to say it. His uncle's ears were so clever, and he whispered that his uncle's two bad words were not good several times. He didn't hear them clearly. As a result, his uncle grabbed him that night and beat him severely, which made him miserable. The ghost howled in the middle of the night.

After a few times like this, the little monk knew what to say and could only talk about it in his heart.

"There is a kind of dominatrix at the foot of the mountain. You have to be careful. In those years, my master and I were invincible in the world with a pair of fists, and finally I was forced to go back to the mountain to suffer..." When the great monk said this, he sighed, as if he had really been beaten back then.

"Master, can't you beat the night fork?" The little monk asked curiously.

"How can it be! Although the female Yecha is powerful, the master is more powerful. What can I tell you about this? It's not that the master can't do it, but that the female Yecha is too powerful. It's not that the master can't beat her, but that he can't beat her..." The monk explained.

"The master can't beat the mother Yecha." The little monk remembers it in his heart.

The two masters and apprentices squatted on the mountain in an indecent posture, looking like squatting and throwing bombs. A few years ago, the big abbot of the mountain was willing to come to sit in the back mountain, but later he was unwilling to come. The grand abbot's status was noble. Every time he came, he didn't even have a place to sit. He could only squat and chat with the big monk. The big monk was not happy. Hearing this, the abbot of Qianshan felt so ashamed that he was not very ashamed.

"This is the thing prepared for you by the monk in Qianshan. It's worthless at a glance, but no matter what you say, it's the intention of the bald man. When you go down the mountain to the front mountain, say hello to let the bald man come and sit down when he has nothing to do. Not to mention that the master hasn't seen the bald head for so long, and there is also the Bodhisattva Academy. Auntie, who breastfed you when she was a child, is also a nurturing kindness to you. Of course, the master has raised you over the years and raised you white and fat..."

The big monk said and went off the topic, but the little monk was also used to it. After the big monk chattered for a long time, he nodded and said, "I'll go to see if my brother should bring some gifts?"

"Bang some. I still have a few taels of broken silver. You can buy some fruit at the foot of the mountain and bring it. Don't bring more than ten catties of pork like last time. Besides, your brother is a vegetarian and doesn't eat meat. Next time you have meat to bring it to the master, the master will make braised pork for you." Speaking of the embarrassing thing the little monk did last time, the big monk's face was a little underworld.

"Good." The little monk nodded.

"That's all I want to say. Don't lose yourself when you go down the mountain. If you are hungry, sell this Zen stick. It's not suitable for you to hold it." The big monk glanced at the hardware Zen stick that had been offered for many years on the mountain in front of him. Looking at the little monk's height, the Zen stick was a little taller, two or three times higher than the little monk. Looking at the little monk, he casually said something.

When the little monk went down the mountain, he dragged the Zen stick down. The bowl and rosary were placed in the bag on his back. The two big monks stood on the mountain and watched the little monk leave with difficulty.

"My proposal just now is good, isn't it? This Zen stick looks hard." The monk scratched his head.

The great monk standing in front of the great monk was silent, and the three treasures of Buddhism were taken down the mountain like this. I don't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.