Chapter 595

The smell of grass in the air in the early morning, that is the fresh breath of nature, and the gentle breeze blowing over my face, it really makes people comfortable and can't help squinting.

The sound of wheels behind her accompanied the singing of the country tune. She stepped aside to look and saw an old man pulling a carriage of straw. The tall straw was piled up on the carriage like a hill. Hat, and sang an unknown tune.

She watched the old man drive forward. The next moment, with her toes a little, she gently jumped into the straw pile and lay down comfortably, listening to the old man in front of her humming a song, and looking at the blue sky and white clouds above her head, The corners of his lips lifted slightly.

She was lying on the straw, her eyes closed, but she was using the spiritual energy in her body to practice...

The faint spiritual energy in the air was inhaled into her body along with her cultivation. With the operation of the spiritual energy, a little bit of Buddha's light and holy energy also flowed between the meridians, gradually filling her body, covering her whole being. wrapped in it.

With her eyes closed, she didn't know that her body was filled with a faint layer of Buddha light at this time, and in the air, there was a little faint power of merit that others could not see coming from all directions and flowing into her. in the body.

Because she was lying in the straw pile, the softness of the straw also caused her body to sag. Therefore, the Buddha's light emanating from her body was also blocked by the surrounding straw, and was not seen.

At noon, the carriage was resting on the side of the road, and she faintly heard the sound of alms coming into her ears.

"Amitabha, benefactor, can you form a good relationship and give you a meal?"

Hearing the sound coming from not far away, she opened her eyes and sat up from the carriage. She moved, guarding the carriage to rest, and the old man who was eating wowotou looked at the straw on the roof in surprise.

"Hey? Why is there a little monk? When did you go up?"

"I came halfway, old man, why are there so many monks here?" She said with a smile, looking at the inn next to the three-way intersection not far away.

In front of the inn, there are two monks, one old and one small, who are begging for alms. An old monk.

"I don't know, and I don't know where the monk is."

The old man shook his head and said he didn't know, because he lived in a rural village, and the people who were sent to the city were not from this area, so he didn't know where these monks came from? Where are you going.

Over there, the old monk had a sad expression on his face, holding a bowl in his hand, while the five- or six-year-old young monk beside him timidly pulled the corner of the old monk's shirt, swallowed, and looked at the white on the table inside the inn. Big buns.

"Donor, just give a bite to the child. The donor is merciful, and the Buddha will bless you." The old monk made a Buddha salute with one hand and bowed his head to the second in the inn.

"Go, go! Don't block it here, this is an inn, not a hall of good people! If you want to stutter, go to the sour water bucket in the back!" Xiao Er drank angrily, stretched out his hand and pushed the old monk away.

Xu Shi hadn't eaten for a long time, the old monk staggered a few steps unsteadily by his push, and fell to the ground.

"Master, master..." the little monk shouted in panic and quickly supported him.