Chapter 719

"Little master, come to my house! I'm going to bake sweet potato cake, and my family has cooked porridge. Go to my house and have some! " The woman said with a smile. She waved to the little monk and said, "go and walk. Go to my house. My child is about your age."

Hearing that she invited her to her home, Downing could not help smiling and squinting a pair of eyes and said, "thank you very much, benefactor." Then he saluted the man in the field, and then he followed the woman behind him.

"The little monk is not only good-looking, but also cute when he smiles. He looks so cute that I want to take him home."

A woman said with a smile, picked up the vegetables, trotted up the path, while laughing at the people behind: "it's rare to have a little monk, I'll go with you."

The others watched the woman holding the dish and ran after her. They couldn't help laughing and said, "let's get the work done. I'll go back to the village. It's true that I've never met such a handsome young monk. I don't know which temple came out of it? Looking at them, people can't help but want to be close. "

Buddhist disciples in the hearts of people are the existence of truth, goodness and beauty. They are all empty, but they are compassionate. They will guard against all kinds of people passing by, but they will not guard against Buddhist disciples.

What's more, he is still such a small, beautiful and exquisite Buddhist disciple.

It's rare to see such a small monk. He looks so cute and simple. He can't help but feel close to him. He just thinks, what's delicious at home? Give him some. If you can touch the bright cerebellar bag of the little monk, it would be better.

Tang Ning followed the woman to the village, and the women who came after her also came to her, holding a handful of fresh vegetables in her hand. Her aunt looked at her with a smile and said affectionately, "little master, if you don't have anything to do, you can live in our village. The people in our Hejia village are very hospitable, and the people here are very good, and they all believe in Buddhism. ”Br >

, there are only two rooms in the back of my family The woman in front of her also said, and saw the entrance of the village. Some children in the village were playing at the entrance of the village. She laughed and cried, "look, there is a little master in our village!"

When the woman called out, the children who were playing at the entrance of the village gathered around and looked at the little monk curiously A little bald, shiny head.

"Mother, mother, why is his head shining? Why doesn't he have hair on his head

The five or six-year-old boy ran to the woman behind, pulled his mother's sleeve, and looked curiously at the man who was very beautiful but had no hair on his head.

"I know, I know. This is a Buddhist disciple. It's a monk. Monks don't have hair. They shave their hair." A 11-12-year-old boy said in a loud voice. He was more curious about the little monk's hairless head. Why is the little monk so beautiful?

"Why is he so good-looking? Why does he look so good without hair? " A 10-year-old girl hiding behind asked curiously, with a shy look of seeing strangers on her small face.

"His bald head is so bright. Does he need to wash his hair when he takes a bath?"