1137 Chapter 1137, Take You to Meet the Destined Person

Although the little bald head is young, he is very devout to the Buddha and does not allow others to be late for chanting!

Moreover, the little bald head has never liked talking to others... She only likes to fight.

The deacon in charge saw that the scene was in chaos, and roared with pain in his forehead: "Xuan Ah Jiu!"

"Brother, your voice is so loud, you will disturb Wuli Buddha." The little bald head looked at him very disapprovingly: "If you keep yelling, I will beat you."

The deacon in charge took a deep breath and told himself not to be angry, the other party was still a child, and the other party was only four years old, impulsiveness was wrong, not to mention he was a monk.

"How many times have I said, don't always drag people into the Buddhist hall."

"I didn't, didn't I drag him in."

"Drag is worse than drag!"

"Brother, you are already so old, so don't care about so many details. The Buddha said that people who don't have a big heart will get wrinkles."

"I'm old?! I'm only twenty-eight years old, a substitute professor at Tsinghua University, how old am I?! Do you know what people outside call me, son-in-law! Do you understand son-in-law, you brat!"

"Amituofu, don't be so irritable in front of the Buddha."

"Okay, I'm not irritable, so I'll ask you why you did it again! Can't you have a good talk with Xuankong!?"

"Why waste so much time on a matter that can be solved with one fist." The little bald head tilted his head, opened his mouth and took a bite of the big steamed bun in his hand, and put on a pink bun face to show that he was serious .

The deacon in charge couldn't bear it any longer, and turned his head to shout at the monks hugging him, "Let go! I must teach this brat a lesson today!"

"Master, it's not that we want to stop you, it's that you really can't beat the little uncle!" The monks raised their heads, eyes full of sincerity: "You forgot the last time she kicked you into the water, you had a cold for five days before you recovered. At that time, the master told us that if you are impulsive again, master, you must find a way to stop the master. If we can’t stop you, you will punish us to chant scriptures together. Have you forgotten all these words? Master? So master, you should stay calm Bar."

Deacon in charge: ...

"Hehe, everyone is still so energetic, come on, Ah Jiu, come to master." The old monk smiled as usual.

The little bald head walked over on short, stubby legs, raised his hands decently, and said, "Amitabha."

The old monk patted the little man's head: "Today, I'm going to take you to meet someone today, Ah Jiu, do you remember what the master said to you?"

"I have to go down the mountain when the fate comes." The little bald head curled his mouth, feeling pitiful: "But I don't want to go down the mountain. There is a master, a steamed bun, and a brother to play with me on the mountain."

The ancient temple is isolated from the world, and few people stay on the mountain from birth.

The little bald head is the only one.

It can be said that the little bald head was brought up by these monks and has never had contact with outsiders.

The child is naturally reluctant to leave.

But there is one thing that is very difficult and easy to understand, that is, the little bald head always thinks that he is a boy, and the little bald head still thinks that it is wrong to leave home as a boy. Just go downhill casually.

However, the fact is that the little bald head is a pure girl.

No one told her this, although she often received delicious food from her brothers, and a white kitten from her parents.

However, the little bald head's wish has always been to stay by the Buddha's side and never leave him!

Thinking of leaving here, the little bald head couldn't help but reached out and grabbed her senior brother's trousers.

The deacon in charge is also reluctant to part with his junior brother, but he knows that there is always a reason for a master to do things.

In other words, among the people in the temple, only the old monk knew that the little bald head was a sister.

But the old monk didn't tell anyone about it, everything was to protect the little bald head.

Now that the little bald head has reached her age, if she waits a little longer, she will no longer be suitable to stay in the temple. After all, this place is not Tianmi Mountain, it is always the difference between men and women.

"Ah Jiu, you forgot again, the Buddha is everywhere." The old monk squatted down and looked at the little bald head's face: "As long as you have the Buddha in your heart, you will experience experience wherever you go. Are you afraid of these experiences?"

The little bald head raised his fist, very firm: "Of course I'm not afraid, all the experience is the same as my brother, a paper tiger!"

Deacon in charge: ...Hey, hey, you can talk as soon as you say, why do you have to belittle me together!

The old monk gave him a soothing look, and then said to the little bald head, "Come on, Ah Jiu, master will take you down the mountain, that one is already waiting for you at the bottom of the mountain."

The little bald head knew that he had to go, so he carried a monk's package on his back, and turned his head from time to time to look at the monks who were reluctant to part with her.

The deacon in charge took the little bald head's hand: "After you go down the mountain, if someone dares to bully you, just make this call!"

"Brother, don't worry, I'm not as weak as you, no one will bully me."

In a word, all the sentimentality in the temple was gone, and the deacon in charge was dragged by a group of people behind, so he didn't fight the little bald head!

The little bald man thought for a while, then walked back, and took four big steamed buns from the fasting room, one in each hand, and put the other two in the pocket of the monk's uniform.

"Master, I've got the dry food, let's go." Saying that, the little bald head handed over his limp little hand to the old monk.

The old monk led her step by step towards the mountainside surrounded by clouds and mists.

At the foot of the mountain, a pure black military Hummer was parked on the narrow road. Its license plate number was different from other cars, with red letters on a white background. It was a car from the military region.

"Here, your predestined person is right there." The old monk looked down at the little bald head: "Ajiu remembers the words of a teacher, even if he is not on the mountain, he still has to read in the morning every day. One day, your The family will take you back."

The little bald head held a big steamed bun in his mouth, nodded obediently, and said very seriously: "But master, I don't want to go back at all. I will come back to the temple to be an abbot in the future, so master, you must live well, you wait I'll be back to pick up your class."

Old monk: ...

Just like that, after the little bald head told his master, he carried his small package on his back, bit the big steamed bun in one bite, and with a little white cat on his bald head, he wobbled towards the black Hummer. walked over.

With a snap, the door opened.

A nine-year-old boy came out of it, wearing overalls, a small shirt, and a small bow tie around his neck. His facial features were outstanding, and his temperament was different from that of the monks on the mountain.

The little bald head was stunned at the moment...