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The little monk rubbed his shiny forehead, his eyes were pitch black and bright, shining brightly, brighter than the stars in the sky, but he was four feet tall and was wearing a white robe, holding a string of rosary in his right hand and a copper bowl in his left hand, with an honest expression.

When the young monk first went out, he brought a hardware Zen stick, but later he couldn't help but get hungry, so he sat in a restaurant and had a big meal. After eating, he remembered that he had no money on his body. After thinking about the hardware Zen stick he brought with him, he was a good thing, so the young monk gave it to the shopkeeper as the money for cooking.

The shopkeeper was happy to see the little monk. Surprisingly, he did not let the waiter go away with a cold face. He happily took the hardware Zen Staff, and did not attack the little monk. Although he did not see what the hardware Zen Staff was made of, it was estimated that it was worth a lot of money. Especially when his wife talked about the Bodhisattva all day long, she made a kind heart and found a lot of gold and silver ingots for the little monk, and regarded it as the incense money for going to the temple to worship Buddha.

The little monk was read a few times by the shopkeeper and sent it respectfully out of the restaurant. The waiter looked at his shopkeeper this time... It was a bit abnormal. When the little monk left, he would remind him a few times. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was kicked away by the shopkeeper. He sat on the ground for a long time without getting up.

The little monk had silver and his face was like a sunflower. He didn't stop talking along the way. He either had candied haws or candy people, or a chicken leg, or something. The bowl had no meat and fish in it. He didn't get hungry all the way and gained a lot.

Of course, the little monk was too young, and the master said he could not drink alcohol. It was a mistake to drink alcohol. Besides, the little monk had drunk it once, but he almost vomited it out. But when he thought that the glass of wine was worth a lot of money, the little monk thought that the master had always been frugal and had patched the robes on his body, he resisted not spitting out the sip of wine and swallowed it slowly.

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart." This is a sentence that the drunk master always says in his mouth. The little monk didn't understand before going down the mountain, but later he understood it.

There are many temples in the Western Regions in the entire cultivation world. If you draw a map and click the location of the temple, you can click on it on a map, like ants crawling on it. However, most of the temples in the Western Regions are not separated. Most of them are the places where some holy monks from the Holy Land of Light have practiced as they were or practiced as before, 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 temple. The big monks looked respectful to him and called out to the Bodhisattva one by one. However, the food was too bad when they were eating, and they didn't give him any good things to eat. It was better to eat on the mountain. Although the master cooked it was quite terrible, he could at least eat some meat. The big monks in the temple always let themselves eat cabbage, without any oil and fishy smell, and the little monk was not used to it.

He slowly left the Western Regions and had fewer temples, but the silver on the young monk was gradually exhausted, so the young monk was quite distressed.

Finally, the young monk remembered that he was a monk. How could he give money to eat? Monks were called begging for alms. Of course, this was taught by the master. The master said that he went down the mountain once back then and never gave money to eat.

Of course, the places where the little monk beg for alms are mostly large restaurants and big hotels. After wandering around at the door, the little monk handed over the bowl and said, "The little monk came to beg for alms and donors, and there will be a good reward in the next life."

This was said from a simple and cute little monk with a red face and lips. Many waiters in restaurants couldn't get angry. They all took the bowl like a devil and put it on a full bowl of delicious food. The monk would raise a smile, take the bowl and smile and replied: "The donor is kind and rewarded."

Later, the little monk begged for alms in a restaurant, and the waiter led the little monk to the lobby, said, "The little master waited for a while, and then went to the kitchen to serve some food for the little monk."

There are many people in the restaurant, and there are many discussions. Recently, a demon appeared in the east. The demon killed people very well, but the matter became more and more troubled, and many people have already run over.

"Mencius is compassionate." The young monk did not chant the Buddha's name. This was what the master said. When he saw the uncle chanting the Buddha's name on the mountain, he chanted it, but the master slapped it on the forehead and said, "You're just chanting it."

The little monk remembered to eat but not to beat him. Later, he read it a few times, but no matter whether the master was by his side or not, he would slap him on his forehead with just one thought. The little monk's eyes were swaying in tears. The master's slap was not light at all, and it hurts.

After being beaten a few more times, the young monk knew that he could not recite the Buddha's name. Of course, the master had never recited the Buddha's name. In the words of the master, there was no need to be close to the bald head. Although the young monk didn't know who the bald head was, he heard from the master and the master said that if he didn't recite it, we wouldn't recite it.

The little monk doesn’t know how to fight. When he was on the mountain, the master never taught himself any skills. If he wanted to teach, he taught himself how to eat, such as making a beggar chicken. The master is the best at this. Uncle Master has taught a lot of things, but the little monk always talks about what to eat, so he doesn’t remember it.

A demon appeared in the east. The little monk remembered that when he was going down the mountain, the master asked himself what he was going down the mountain. Seeing the uncle standing on the side, the little monk honestly said that he went down the mountain to subdue demons and eliminate demons. As a result, the master fell on his forehead without saying a word and said, "Don't let your grandma's bullshit!"

The little monk was frowning. If he didn't say that, Uncle Master would slap himself. Uncle Master's big butt was not like a master who slapped his forehead. He used willow branches, and it would always hurt when he slapped his butt.

Of course, the good monk cannot suffer the loss, so the little monk changed his words and went down the mountain to eat big meat and drink big wine.

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

Of course that night, Uncle Master sucked his butt with a willow thorn, which made the little monk very distressed.

Before going down the mountain, the master and apprentice squatted on the ground and talked for a long time. The monk felt that his disciple had to make some arrangements for him when he went out, of course, it was just a verbal arrangement.

"Advisor, please be careful when going down the mountain. Master will explain the situation below the mountain today so that you can also prepare mentally in advance. Don't be blind after going down the mountain. The mountain is not as good as the mountain. What's wrong with you? The master can take care of you..."

The little monk thought that the master was fucking nonsense again. When he was not seen by his uncle's big ass, you were embarrassed to say that he was taking care of me? Of course, the little monk still knew that respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao. At most, he just complained about it in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it. The uncle had a very good ear. He whispered two words in his mouth several times, but he didn't hear it clearly. As a result, the uncle grabbed himself that night and beat him hard, which made him miserable. He howled in the middle of the night.

After a few times like this, the little monk knew what he could say, and he could only chant what he said in his heart.

"There is a kind of female yaksha at the foot of the mountain. You have to be careful. Master, I hit the world with my fists, but in the end I was forced to go back to the mountain to suffer..." When the monk said this, he sighed, as if he had been beaten up back then.

"Master, can't beat the female Yasha?" the little monk asked curiously.

"How can you do it? Although the female yaksha is powerful, the master is even more powerful. How can I tell you this? It's not that the master is not good, but that female yaksha is too powerful. The master cannot beat her, but that he cannot beat her..." The monk explained.

"The master can't beat the female Yasha." The little monk remembered it in his heart.

The master and apprentice squatted on the mountain in an indecent posture, looking like they were squatting and throwing bombs. A few years ago, the abbot from the mountain was willing to come to the back mountain to sit, but later he was unhappy. The abbot was noble in his status and had no place to sit every time he came to condescend. He could only squat and talk to the monk a few words. The monk was not happy to listen. This made the abbot from the front mountain feel so shameless and not very embarrassed.

"This is the thing prepared by the monk in front of the mountain. It is not worthwhile at first glance, but no matter what, it is the bald man's intention. When you go down the mountain and walk to the front of the mountain, he greets the bald man and asks the bald man to sit there. It's really a bit of a thought. The master hasn't seen the bald man for so long. There is also the aunt in the Bodhisattva Courtyard who carried you and fed you when he was a child. It's a great kindness to raise you. Of course, the master has raised you for years and has raised you so fat..."

The monk went off topic as he spoke, but the little monk got used to it. After the monk finished talking for a long time, he nodded and said, "I'll go see if my senior brother wants to bring some gifts?"

"Take some, I still have a few taels of silver here. You can buy some fruit at the foot of the mountain and bring it there. Don't bring more than ten kilograms of pork like last time. Besides, your senior brother is a vegetarian and doesn't eat meat. Next time there is meat to bring it to the master, and the master will make braised pork for you." When talking about the embarrassing thing the little monk did last time, the monk's face was a bit shady.

"Okay." The little monk nodded.

"That's all I have to say. Don't blame yourself if you go down the mountain. If you go hungry, sell this Zen stick. It's not appropriate for you to hold it." The monk glanced at the hardware Zen stick in front of the mountain that had been sacrificed for many years. Looking at the little monk's head, the Zen stick was a bit tall, two or three taller than the little monk. Seeing that it didn't match the little monk, he said casually.

When the little monk went down the mountain, he dragged his Zen stick down, and the bowl and the rosary beads 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. This Zen stick looks very difficult." The monk scratched his head and said.

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