My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: Five hundred and fifteenth

The addition of 　　 the little monk added a lot of jokes along the way.

　　 Chen Qi and Lu Zheng also liked this child very much, and tried every means to persuade him, wanting to trick him into learning weapons or formations.

　　 The little monk looked unmoved, and said, "Two donors, don’t think that you can find a successor. After you pass on your skills, you can go to Xitian without worrying about it. I met my Buddha!"

　　 "As the saying goes, the past heart cannot be obtained, the present heart cannot be obtained, and the future heart cannot be obtained either."

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

　　"Desperately trying to grasp something, but can't get anything, Amitabha, in fact, it is endless vain."

　　 "The way to be a person, just keep your heart. Those who are in the past are already gone."

　　 Chen Qi and Lu Zheng, two old men, were preached by the child, and when they were finished, they felt that the child’s speech was quite Zen-like, and it was really...

　　 Besides, the child's eyes are too sharp, right? Can you see through them that they wanted to die?

　　 Or is it true that this child is really a child of the Buddha, and he can see through people's hearts with just one glance?

　　Qiaomu couldn't help but want to laugh, but he didn't expect that these two old men would really make Kongkong babble.

　　 raised his hand and pulled Moline's sleeve, Qiao Mu whispered, "You always carry him along the way, 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. The first move of the bald head swoops into his Jojo's arms. It can’t be tolerated...

　　 Qiaomu glanced at Kongkong sympathetically: The little monk really remembers whether to eat or not, and she was stunned in front of Prince Mo every time, she didn't know what to say about him.

　　 A group of four people walked for a while. Chen Qi missed the fat rabbit, so he proposed to sit down and rest and have a barbecue by the way.

　　 Qiaomu didn’t have any comments. He even took out the barbecue rack from the inner boundary and asked Chen Qi to clean the rabbit, and saw the little monk rushing back holding a bunch of mushrooms. "Female donor, eat mushroom soup. ."

　　Qiaomu gave him a blank expression, "These mushrooms will be poisoned if eaten."

　　 This kid picks brightly colored mushrooms and picks a bunch of things that cannot be eaten.

　　 The little guy lowered his head in frustration, and said grievously to Qiao Mu, "What does the little monk eat?"

　　 Mo Lian suddenly took out a carrot from the inner boundary, handed it to the little monk and shook it, "I can make a carrot soup for you."

　　The little monk's eyes lit up, and he nodded his little head frequently, "Okay, good!"

　　 "After eating this carrot soup, you must completely forget the kiss that the female donor just printed on your forehead, and you are not allowed to mention it again!"

　　 The little monk blinked his eyes, glanced at the carrots, and then at the arbor busily grilling aside, and nodded his head as if he made up his mind.

　　 Prince Mo nodded in satisfaction, rolled up his wide cuffs, and made a pot of vegetarian soup for the little monk.

The prince 　　 also walked around the neighborhood very kindly, picked a few edible mushrooms for him, washed them, cut them into cubes, and sprinkled them.

　　 half an hour later.

　　 When Chen Qi and Lu Zheng picked up the rabbit legs with trembling fingers and were completely charred, the little monk held up the pot of fragrant carrot and mushroom soup and sipped it. Up.