The Anarchic Consort Chapter 1137: , take you to meet someone who is destined

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Although the little bald head is young, he is very pious to the Buddha and does not allow others to be late when reciting the scriptures!

Besides, Little Bald always doesn't like to talk to others... She only likes to talk to others.

When the deacon of the head courtyard saw that the scene was in chaos, his forehead ache and growled: "Xuan Ajiu!"

"Brother, your voice is so loud, you will noisy Wuli Buddha." The little bald head looked at him disapprovingly: "If you yell again, I will beat you."

The deacon in charge took a deep breath and told himself not to be angry. The other party is still a child, and the other party is only four years old. The impulse is wrong, not to mention that he is still a monk.

"How many times have I said, I told you not to always drag people into the Buddhist hall."

"I didn't. Didn't I drag him in."

"Dragging is more serious than dragging!"

"Brother, you are so old, so don't care about so many details. The Buddha said that people with little hearts will grow wrinkles."

"I'm old?! I'm only twenty-eight years old, a substitute professor at Tsinghua University, where am I old?! Do you know what people outside call me, Mr. Jingui! Mr. Jingui! Do you understand, you kid! "

"Amituo Fu, don't be so violent in front of the Buddha."

"Okay, I am not irritable, so I will ask you why you are doing it again! Can't you talk to Xuan Kong well!?"

"One fist can solve a thing, why waste so much time." The little bald head tilted his little head, opened his mouth and bit the big steamed bun in his hand, and stretched a pink bun face to express I am serious.

The deacon in charge of the courtyard couldn't help it, and turned around and shouted at the monks who were hugging him: "You guys let me go! I must teach this kid today!"

"Master, it's not that we are trying to stop you, but you really can't beat the little uncle!" The monks looked up, full of sincerity: "You forgot the last time she kicked you into the water. You caught a cold five times. Genius is good. At that time, the master told us that if you are impulsive, you must find a way to stop the master. If we can’t stop you, you will punish us to recite the sutras. Have you forgotten all these things? Master? So master, you Just calm down."

The deacon of the head courtyard:...

"Hehe, everyone is still so energetic, come here, Master Ajiu." The old monk still smiled.

The little bald head walked over with his stubby calf, raised his hand decently, and said: "Amitabha."

The old monk touched the little Ren'er's head: "Today I will show you a person as a teacher, Ah Jiu, do you remember what the master said to you?"

"When the fate arrives, I will go down the mountain." The little bald head curled his little mouth, so pitiful: "But I don't want to go down the mountain. There are masters and steamed buns on the mountain, and the seniors will play with me."

The ancient temple is isolated from the rest of the world, and it's rare to stay on the mountain at birth.

The little bald head is the only one.

It can be said that the little bald head was brought up by these monks and has never been in contact with outsiders.

The child is naturally reluctant to leave.

But there is one thing that is very difficult and easy to sketch, that is, the little bald head always thinks that she is a boy, and the little bald head also thinks that it is wrong to leave home as a boy. She will be the host of the temple in the future. How can I go down the mountain casually.

However, the fact is that the little bald head is a pure girl.

No one told her this, although she often received delicious foods from her brothers, and the little white cats her parents gave her.

However, the wish of the little bald head has always been to stay by the Buddha's side, and never give up!

At the thought of leaving here, the little bald head couldn't help reaching out and grabbing her senior brother's trousers.

The deacon in charge of the school is also reluctant to bear his little brother, but he knows that the master always has the truth of the master when he does things.

In other words, in the entire temple, only the old monk knows that the little bald head is a sister paper.

The old monk didn't tell anyone about it, everything was to protect the little bald head.

Now that the little bald head's age is up, she will no longer be suitable for staying in the temple until she is a little bit. After all, it is not Tianmi Mountain, it is always a difference between men and women.

"Ajiu, you forgot again that Buddha is everywhere." The old monk squatted down and looked at the face of the little bald head: "As long as you have Buddha in your heart, wherever you go, it will be experience. Are you afraid of this? Experience?"

The little bald head raised his little fist, very firm: "Of course I am not afraid, all experience is the same as the brother, a paper tiger!"

The deacon of the head courtyard:...Hey hey hey, just talk as you speak, why do you have to belittle me with me!

The old monk gave him a soothing look, and then said to the little bald head: "Come on, Ajiu, the master will take you down the mountain. That one is already waiting for you at the bottom of the mountain."

The little bald head knew that he had to go, so he carried a monk's package on his back, and looked back at the monks who were reluctant to bear her from time to time.

The deacon of the Supreme Court took the hand of the little bald head: "After going down the mountain, if someone dares to bully you, just make this call!"

"Brother, don't worry, I am not as weak as you, no one will bully me."

In one sentence, all the sentimentality in the temple was gone. The deacon in the head courtyard was dragged by a group of people behind, so he didn't do anything with the little bald head!

The little bald head thought for a while, then walked back, and took four big steamed buns from the fast room, holding one in one hand, and putting the other two in the pocket of the monk's clothes.

"Master, I've got the dry food, let's go." Then, the little bald head gave his soft little hand to the old monk.

The old monk led her step by step towards the haunting mountainside.

At the foot of the mountain, a pure black military Hummer was parked on a road that was not spacious. The license plate number was different from that of other cars. It used red letters on a white background. It was a car from a military area unit.

"Here, your destined person is there." The old monk lowered his eyes and looked at the little bald head:" Ah Jiu remembers that as a teacher, even if he is not on the mountain, he must read in the morning every day, one day , Your family will pick you up."

The little bald head dangling the big steamed bun, he nodded his head obediently, and said very seriously: "But master, I don't want to go back at all. I will come back to the temple to be the host in the future, so master, you must live well , Wait for me to come back to pick up your class."

Old monk:...

In this way, after the little bald head instructed his master, he carried his little parcel and bit the big steamed bun with a bite. There was a little white cat on his naked little head, swaying towards it. A black Hummer walked over.

With a snap, the car door opened.

A nine-year-old boy came out from the inside. He was dressed in a small shirt with overalls and a small bow tie around his neck. His features were very outstanding, and his temperament was different from that of the monks on the mountain.

The little bald head was shocked right now...