Chapter 8 Little Novice

"Amitabha."

The abbot chanted the Buddha's greeting lightly, looked at the famous disciples kneeling in front of him, and said, "It is not a day's work to build a new building. Now that we have nothing to do, how can we rebuild the temple? Why don't you go down the mountain first and hang up the monastery? Going to another monastery, or going around for alms, wouldn’t it be better to return to the mountain to rebuild the monastery when the time is ripe in the future?”

As he said that, he bent down, picked up a bowl that was blackened by smoke from the pile of black things at his feet, walked slowly to Tangning, and put the bowl in her hand: "This Bowl, take it and go down the mountain!"

Tangning looked at the black bowl in her hand and wanted to say something to her husband, but saw that he had already turned around and said to the disciples who were kneeling on the ground, "Get up! Everyone take a bowl and go down the mountain!" Saying that, he walked to the stone bench beside him and sat down.

Throwing the bowl in her hand into her bosom, Tangning stepped forward, picked up a small clay pot, ran to the water source to wash it, and then picked up a pot full of water...

She came to the abbot holding the pot in both hands, and silently handed the pot of water to him, then took a step back, folded her hands, and bowed to him.

The abbot held the clay pot filled with water in his hand, looked at the disciple in front of him who was saluting him, was stunned for a moment, then saw that he had finished his salute, turned around and walked out.

At this moment, he did not recognize, this disciple, which disciple is he?

He turned his eyes to the other disciples, and when he saw it, he was startled again.

Two, four, six...eighteen. Eighteen disciples are all there, where did the one just now come from?

The abbot looked down at the Qingshui in his hand, and couldn't help but be slightly absent-minded. I saw that the water in the pottery swayed slightly, and there were more than a dozen golden leaves in the crystal clear water...

A few days later, Cloud City.

On the bustling city street, the thirteen- or four-year-old little monk looked around the bustling town with a bowl in his hand, and his eyes were full of curiosity and interest in the city.

The little monk's delicate and splendid face attracted the attention of people on the street, and there were even benevolent people who stuffed two steamed buns or melons into her bowl.

This little monk was none other than Tangning who had left the monastery.

After leaving the monastery, she found some herbs with detoxification, swelling and anti-inflammatory, smashed it all over her body, and took the juice to prevent anything from being bitten by a mouse.

In the past two days, the inflamed, red and swollen wounds on my body from being bitten by mice have disappeared, but those wounds have not completely dissipated, and there are even more marks of whiplashes on my body, which are covered with stripes, and they will still be pressed until now. Painful.

"You have to get some money to buy medicines to recuperate your body first!" She whispered, looking at the street where people came and going, thinking, where does this money come from?

After walking for a while, she noticed that someone was following her. She turned her head back like she didn't want to, and her eyes passed over the two sneaky men.

Although her appearance is very good, but after all, she is dressed as a little monk, no matter what, no one with such a human face and animal heart will stare at her. .

Her pace was still unhurried, as if she didn't notice it. However, he walked towards the alley in the alley with fewer people, and when he turned a corner, he disappeared.

"What about people?"

The two men on the second floor of Qi Refining walked quickly into the alley, but did not see the little monk before.

Tangning walked out from behind them with a seemingly harmless smile, "Are you looking for me?"