The little monk's participation made the journey more laughable.

Chen Qi and Lu Zheng also like this child very much. They try their best to persuade him to learn weapon or array from their teacher.

, the little monk's face was unmoved. In one sentence, he sent the two men back. "The two benefactors, do not think that you can find a successor after all. If you pass on your skills, you will be able to see me in the west side without any trouble."

"It's just that the past heart is not available, the present heart is not available, and the future heart is not available."

"If your heart is too attached to the past, the present and the future, these so-called time passes, there will be nothing."

"I try my best to catch something, but I can't get anything. Amitabha, in fact, is endless vanity."

"To be a man, just keep your heart. Those who have gone are gone. "

Chen Qi and Lu Zheng, the two old men, were preached by the child. At the end of the day, they thought that the child was quite Zen. It was really It's witty.

What's more, the child's eyes are too sharp. Can you see that they once wanted to die?

Or is this child really a Buddha's child, who can see through people's hearts with only one look?

The arbor couldn't help but want to laugh. Unexpectedly, the two old men were really frightened by the empty talk.

Lifting his hand and pulling the sleeve of ink lotus, the tree whispered, "you always carry him along the way and let him go for a while."

"Forget it, his short legs are hard to walk."

He doesn't want to let this little bald head down. As soon as the bald head comes down, he will fly to his Joe's arms. It's intolerable

Arbor looks at the empty space sympathetically: the little monk really remembers whether to eat or not to fight. The next time he died in front of Prince Mo, she didn't know what to say about him.

After a while, Chen Qi thought about the fat rabbit and suggested that he sit down for a rest and have a barbecue.

The arbor didn't have any problem. He even took out the barbecue rack from the inner boundary. After Chen Qi cleaned the rabbit, he saw the little monk running back with a pile of mushrooms. "Benefactor, have mushroom soup."

The tree looked at him expressionless, "these mushrooms will be poisoned if eaten."

The child picked fresh mushrooms and picked a pile of inedible things.

The little guy lowered his head dejectedly, and Wei Quba said to the tree, "what does the little monk eat?"

The ink lotus suddenly felt for a carrot from the inner boundary, handed it to the little monk and shook it, "you can cook a carrot soup."

As soon as the little monk's eyes brightened, he nodded his head frequently, "OK, OK!"

"After eating this carrot soup, you must completely forget the relative that the benefactor just printed on your forehead, and never mention it again!"

The little monk blinked his eyes, looked at the carrots, looked at the trees busy with barbecue, and nodded his head with determination.

Prince Mo is satisfied with his position. He rolls up his sleeves and makes a pot of vegetable soup for the little monk.

The prince also went around very kindly. He picked several edible mushrooms for him, washed them, cut them into pieces and sprinkled them.

Half an hour later.

When Chen Qi and Lu Zheng's fingers fluttered to pick up the rabbit's legs, which were thoroughly scorched and smelled of smoke and fire, the little monk took the pot of fragrant carrot and mushroom soup and sipped it.