Chapter 992

"Good, good." The little monk quickly saluted, put his hands together, and apologized: "benefactor, run quickly, there are villains behind. It was the little monk I just now..."

"Little monk, what a head!"

An Sudong interrupted her directly. Seeing that the little monk was very funny, he wanted to tease her: "you forget what your master said before. After you run out, you will return to the secular world, return to the monk?"

"Then I haven't returned to the vulgarity yet." The little monk touched his forehead.

"Why not be a nun?"

An Sudong squatted down and pulled the monk's clothes. "Why do you want to be a monk?"

"Master said that I have Buddha's heart and no Bodhi. I can only be a monk but not a nun." The little monk touched his head. At this time, he seemed to think of something and said, "by the way, how do you know I'm a girl?"

"Ha ha..."

Amused, an Sudong deliberately reached out and said, "where's the sariki?"

"Are you here to rob the sariki, too?" The little monk was a little afraid and covered his chest with his little hands.

If she was a teenage girl, she might have developed. But the young monk was less than ten years old, and his chest was flat. Looking at the little monk's action, an Sudong could not laugh and cry again. He thought that he was a bad uncle and wanted to rob him.

It's so mean.

"I'm kidding you."

An Sudong knocked on her bare head and looked up at the burning old temple. "Aren't you sad that your master is dead?"

"Sorry."

The little monk bowed his head, but he didn't cry. "The master said that his time was coming. All the way, he told me not to cry after he died. In fact, I secretly cried several times, but now I can't cry, and I don't want to cry."

"Oh?"

An Su Dong is curious, why is this reasonable, sad does not cry?

"Shifu is not allowed to cry. I've cried for several times. He must be very angry. If I cry now, Shifu will be even more angry. I can't cry, I can't cry. I don't want Shifu to be sad, and I don't want Shifu to be angry."

The little monk's head is getting lower and lower, and his voice is gradually choking. But the crystal tears are in his eyes and he refuses to fall down. "I was born stupid and abandoned. My master raised me up. I have never done anything to satisfy my master. This time, I don't want to disappoint my master."

"When I was a child, I liked to eat the wild fruit on the tree. After several falls, my master said that I was stupid. After practicing meditation for so long, I still didn't make any progress. I'm not as stupid as an ant."

"Ha ha, you little monk are really stupid."

An Sudong patted her on the head and said, "I don't move the Buddhist meditation, but at last I heard your master's words. I don't believe that the world can figure out the way of life. It can be seen that your master is not an ordinary person. He is just like old friends at first sight. A leaf of duckweed and a good heart are just saving people's lives."

He sighed, "your master would rather die than hand over the relic, because the relic is you. He says you are stupid, but he loves you very much. In this world, if you can sacrifice yourself for a fool, you can see your master's greatness. Come with me, and I will protect you."

An Su Dong stood up and could not believe in fate, but he had to believe in fate. Whether it was good or bad, it was destiny.

For ordinary people, even those who are capable of cultivating the truth, if you tell them that after they ascend, they will only be three thousand mortals. Maybe they will believe it, but if you say that there are gods and Buddhas in the age of myth in the Ninth Heaven, maybe they won't believe it.

An Sudong has been dealing with immortals all day long. His achievements today are also obtained by exchanging things from immortals. If others don't believe him, he should.

"Oh, then you don't want the sariko?" The little monk obviously didn't let down his guard.

"You are the sariki, but I don't have the habit of eating people. However, you are a young monk with delicate skin. You must really rinse in a big pot and smoke sesame paste. It must be delicious." An Su Dong seemed to be attracted by what he said, and he was really staring at the little monk.

The little monk was so scared that he almost sat down on the ground, shivering and saying, "I'm not delicious, and I often don't take a bath. It stinks."

"Ha ha..."

An Sudong was made to laugh.

The little monk didn't know why, but the fear on his face was a little less. He stressed seriously: "I really don't take a bath often."

"But what do I think of you as fragrant?"

"No, not at all." The little monk was in a hurry, which made an Sudong laugh again.

The little monk thought he didn't believe it, so he said: "monks don't lie. I really didn't cheat the benefactor. If the benefactor doesn't believe it, you can smell it."

But from the tense look on her face, it's obviously not true.

An Su Dong shook his head and walked out with a big stride. "Keep up. Those guys are going to cut the grass and root. If they get lost, you will be caught and eaten. They don't care whether you have a bath or not."

"Slow down, benefactor. I can't keep up." The little monk thought about the six villains. He still felt that the man was kind and hesitated to follow them.

Two people one before and one after, an Su Dong is in the heart of the calculation of the sariki in the end is what.

Naturally, he knows that Buddhas all over the sky, and even the wechat group have dealt with Buddhas, and he has bought the treasures of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

However, relic is rare. Generally, it only appears when the eminent monk has passed away. In the case of the earth, it is impossible for Buddhist masters to have relic at the most, that is, to transform the spirit into cultivation.

The little monk didn't speak, and he had his own careful thinking, but it was more simple, that is, whether the man in front of him believed what he said, and whether he wanted to dirty it.

After walking for more than ten minutes, there was a rustle in the jungle, like a boa constrictor crawling fast against the ground.

"Ouch!"

The little monk cried out again. He found that an Sudong stopped, rubbed his forehead and said, "why did you stop?"

"Here comes the man who's going to eat you."

An Sudong reached out and picked her up. "You Buddhists say that karma is a cycle of cause and effect. I'd like to ask you, if these guys die, is it killing the cause planted by your master and getting the result?"

"Amitabha, don't talk nonsense. My master is a monk. He is compassionate and does not kill." The little monk raised his fist and was very dissatisfied with an Sudong's statement.

"That's not it?"

An Su Dong shakes his head and looks sharp. "Come out, I'll be the same as the little monk at first sight. If you know the current affairs, now turn around and go away, or you'll go to hell to play mahjong with Lord Yan."

"Chatter, you're talking like crazy." The masked man was the first to appear.

Then, the middle-aged woman and the other four people surrounded him in a circle, which did not give him a chance to escape.

"Then you choose to play mahjong with the king of hell?" An Su Dong was clear and nodded.

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