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That evening, the grass and plants were resting in the small temple. They had finished reading the books, and they had practiced the martial arts according to the moves in the book. He had been looking for his mother for a whole ten years, but to no avail. What could he do next?

Lying on a bed of broken planks, for the first time, the grass began to feel bored.

"Sigh, maybe I should find another place to walk around." Kusanagi sighed.

As he thought of this, he stood up and prepared to pack his luggage, search around for his clothes, and flip them under the pillow.

"Hey, haven't you read this book?" It turned out that this book was something he had casually placed under his pillow one day. He had been forgetting to look through it ever since he casually copied it down.

If the mountain is not high, then the water is not deep. If the dragon is weak, then the water is weak. If it is weak, then it is weak. If it is weak, then it is useless.

"Silkless Chaotic Ear of Bamboo? No business trip? Silkless Chaotic Ear of Bamboo? No business trip? Strange? Why are my parents names in this book? " The grass plants were even more baffled. He put the book in his breast pocket.

Within a day, he came to a strange city. After a long period of loneliness, he would choose to smile foolishly at people, and with his own social experience, he believed that being a fool and talking less was the best way to avoid wasting time.

When he saw that someone was pushing a cart up the slope, he would run up and give them a push with a silly smile.

Then he walked away without a word. He wandered around, and when people asked him what his name was, he just giggled and said: I'm Silk Bamboo's favorite. I thought, if I can find my mother's bamboo, I don't mind how others look at me.

Some people would be very puzzled. Who was Silk Bamboo? Who was he? A strange young man from outside the city? Why did he become like this? He must have suffered some sort of shock!

One of the local tycoons, seeing that he was strong, wanted him to help out with his work. He started to calculate his wages for him, but when he found out that he was stupid, as if he had no knowledge of the world, he decided not to pay him and wanted to use him as a slave.

He would be able to do all the hard work, but luckily for him, grass plants had plenty of strength, so he would be able to handle it easily. Just food. This made the tycoon very happy, thinking that he had picked up a treasure.

The grass plants usually did the work of eight or nine people. The tycoon was very satisfied and gave him a relatively good meal. He also said to the others, "Look at him, he is very capable." You're still yelling about the money.

Coincidentally, this day was the day of worship for the God of Fortune. The tycoon had asked the kitchen to make many delicious foods, which he said were for the God of Fortune to eat. Smelling the fragrance, everyone began to salivate. They also felt very dissatisfied with the grass and mustard, so they discussed and came up with a plan to coax him away.

"Hey, silk bamboo is my favorite. Let me tell you a piece of good news, tonight the boss cooked a lot of delicious food, as long as you secretly take all the delicious food in his house and give it to the poor, if you can do that, you can get Buddha's Revealing Spirit. Maybe the silk bamboo you love will come to see you. "Don't let anyone know, or it won't work." "Remember, don't let any word of this get out, or it won't work."

"It's true!" The grass plant actually really believed it. That night, he took a huge package and took away all the food in the boss's house, and distributed it to the poor along the way.

All the poor people thanked him profusely. They all said that the Buddha had revealed her true spirit, allowing them to finally have a hearty meal.

"Hee hee, hee hee hee …" With a foolish smile, Grass Mushroom walked towards the house of another poor family member.

The food was quickly distributed, but there were too many poor people. "Aiya, this is bad. Many poor people know that I am giving food and are rushing over, but I don't have any food now? "No, I have to escape." Thinking of this, the grass plant sprinted forward.

Unknowingly, he had reached the river. A group of people had just disembarked from the boat and were walking ashore. Everyone was so hungry that their stomachs were sticking to the back of their plates.

He wanted to go on board the ship to seek refuge, but he didn't have any money on him. Fortunately, the people who came off the boat didn't know that he was the person who distributed the food, otherwise, they would have surrounded him.

Not long later, everyone on the boat left. Only a fat monk put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, may I ask you to give me some food?"

"Hee hee, hee hee hee …" Straw had a silly smile on his face. He thought to himself, Hey, it's not that I can't bear to part with it, but I've already given away all my food. Now, I don't even have anything to eat myself?

He felt around his pockets again and found that there was actually a single steamed bun there. It was a steamed bun that he had stuffed carelessly into his underwear pocket when he left. He had forgotten about it long ago.

When he took out the steamed bun, it immediately split into two, one for the fat monk and the other for himself. After using up so much energy, he was already hungry.

The bald monk took the steamed bun and kindly said, "Amitabha, thank you very much, may I ask for your name?"

"I am Silk Bamboo's most beloved! Hehehe … Excuse me, are you the Buddha? " Jiang Muji asked while giggling and eating the steamed bun.

"Silk Bamboo's most beloved? Silk bamboo's favorite? " The fat monk read. How can there be such a familiar name, as if I have heard it somewhere before, perhaps...

"No bamboo earlobes, no police, heheh heh …" Straw Skirt smiled foolishly as he read it.

Suddenly, the fat monk felt a silver light flash past his body. Through the silver light, he could clearly see the situation of the silk bamboo and the grass.

"Silk Bamboo, it turns out that you had long ago left this world. Unfortunately, I came here too late, so I didn't expect you to die such a miserable death. You're just as lucky as a table!

In the Three Realms, the Buddha was a metal spirit, the Dao was a silver spirit, and the spirit was human. In the Three Realms, the Buddha was a metal spirit, the Dao was a silver spirit, and the spirit was human.

Even though her choice before dying was extremely important to her Silver-Spirit Body, she chose to use her life to protect the grass and plants. She gave the silver light to the grass and plants, which was also the white light emitted by a grass plant that could fight against hundreds of beasts.

"Child, I want you to live well. I already know that your father's work has left the world and that I have no regrets in knowing him. See you in the next life, my favorite. "If there is an afterlife, no, mother will not have an afterlife, only this life, I will use the Light of the Silver Spirit to protect you forever." The Silver Spirit Bamboo cried as it reluctantly bid farewell to his body and flew back to the grass.

With a loud roar, the white light around his body shone brightly. From then on, the Hundred Beasts no longer dared to disturb him. They immediately fled far away when they saw him.

Tears flickered in the fat monk's eyes.

The fat monk's tears were rich, and as they rolled in his eyes, he took a long breath, exhaling, exhaling, exhaling again, holding back the tears.

However, he suddenly thought of something from the past. He thought about how he was the one who came to the mortal world to experience misfortune, and how he planted the seed of karma. That day in the market, when he was still a child of a rich family, he coincidentally met a beautiful woman. In the end, he was forced by his parents to marry, and he was unlucky. His father moved to another place because of his official position, and later got into trouble with his family. In the end, all of them disappeared from the world in one night.

In the moment before his death, he still remembered very clearly:

"The person I am the most sorry for in this life is Silk Bamboo. If there is a next life, I will not let you down!" With this endless sense of dignity was taken away. The gold spirit returned to its original position. Ten years later, the work table turned into a fat monk and he came to the human world with a wish.

Although the murderer also received retribution in the end, because of her love, she became the victim. Bringing her son along to experience the coldness of the human world, especially when she saw her son sacrifice himself, she no longer gave him the chance to make amends. As he was thinking, two scalding tears suddenly fell from his eyes.

"Are you crying? "Why?" Strangely, Straw ran up to him and wiped his eyes with both hands. He didn't care if his hands were clean.

Tears fell on his hands, glittering with golden light. They ran down his hands and drilled into his body. What was going on? Straw Skirt foolishly looked at his glowing golden hand. After a while, the golden light spread from his hand to cover his entire body, awakening his soul. It turned out that the Silver Spirit of Silk Bamboo had always been protecting her son. Although this kind of protection was good, it sometimes caused the spirit of Straw Grass to be invaded, so sometimes he would also become very stupid and stupid. Sometimes he would even do things that he did not expect to do, perhaps he would say something that he did not want to say, but most of the time he would be sober.