Who made the presiding officer of this small temple, when he was not a monk, he was also a well-known person in the world. His name was Gao Bin, who was the neighbor of this little monk and the cousin of the Wang family.

They all say that the four major members of the family are empty, but the causal relationship that exists in the blood relationship still has to be a little bit cautious.

Rescuing a child is a matter of accumulating virtue and doing good. The host in this temple didn't think much about it at all, and agreed that the child who was in trouble would stay behind.

It's just that the presiding officer in this small temple agreed, but the client who was raised up by him did not agree.

Because his master who doesn't care about everything and pays homage to the Buddha, he doesn't even know what it is like in the temple today.

In such troubled times, where are so many good men and women who come to give charity?

These villagers even starved to death half of their family members. Where can there be extra rations for you irrelevant monks?

So when I was young, I was in charge of the client of the granary, and he was worried about the grain bag that was about to see the bottom. His old master, who was there, filled his mouth with two more mouths as soon as his upper lip touched his lower lip.

Oh, forgot to say, this little beggar is really good at it. Not only did he arrive at Huangjue Temple in peace, but it also made his naive second brother follow along.

These half-sized boys were just when they were most edible, and after only a few days of work, a bag of grain had bottomed out again.

Why don't you suffocate the client who visited the grain depot every day?

His early treatment of these people was pretty good, but he would scold him every day when he caught a chance, and he would just spray it once when he found his time.

When the more terrible drought in Hui Province came again, when Huangjue Temple was really unsustainable, he immediately gave the two brothers a bowl.

All the monks who were able to walk around in the temple, except him and his master, were all driven out of Huangjue Temple.

Under the blank expressions of the monks, the ruthless client used two large stones as the door panels of Huangjue Temple and sealed the temple.

Just let them outside fend for themselves.

This door is three years.

During these three years, the client tried everything possible to make him and his master come alive.

But who had come to think that when this piece had just recovered a bit of popularity and he began to open the temple door to go out for alms, the lingering little beggar returned to Huangjue Temple.

This beggar was also obedient. After waiting for the client to go out, he knelt directly in front of the old monk who didn't care about everything, and then he converted to the system of Huangjue Temple.

When the client walked to the temple hall with the poorly melted food, he saw this lingering vampire again.

The little beggar who has been wandering for three years as a monk outside the country is like a jade hidden in the rubble, eventually being polished away from the magnificent shell, revealing its charm.

However, a client who is a little shrewd only when he encounters money and food is extremely prejudiced against this person.

He only saw the suspicion and slyness between the man's eyebrows, but he didn't see the killing and cutting fruit on the beggar's body.

So, from this day on, the client stared at the returning beggar like a thief. One day, he discovered a remarkable event.

This little beggar once went back to the temple to learn about stealth and study history books, as if he was not a monk in Huangjue Temple, but was as diligent as he was going to take an imperial examination.

But in those letters that were frequently exchanged, the client discovered that the other party was doing something that would be considered offensive to the people of that era.

This little beggar was actually inextricably linked with the Red Scarf Army and the White Lotus Sect, and seeing this, he was actually planning to defect to the Red Scarf Army.

How does this work!

After being discovered by the original court, he could pat his **** and leave, but all the monks up and down in Huangjue Temple were to be sentenced to sitting and executed by Ling Chi!

In order to treat him as a master like his biological father, and for this temple that will be handed over to him in the future, the client will absolutely not allow this to happen like this.

Therefore, he made a decision. On a dark night with high winds, he rushed to the county seat of Fengyang County. There was the only pro-sweat in the original dynasty who had just passed the inspection tour of the county. The nobleman of the tribe, the army of the prince to protect the prince.

He is going to inform.

Let these people take this troublesome little beggar away, and don't let him bring the small temple he guards with him, and it will be overthrown.

Who would have thought that as soon as he left on his front foot, the little beggar on the back got the letter. He searched for the valuables in the temple and rushed to the base camp where the Red Scarf Army was located without looking back.

I rushed to an empty client and didn't feel wronged. If the money is gone, he can be alms, but if the victim is gone, he is really gone.

The client who always felt that he was doing the right thing, spent a few years of wandering time with such peace of mind.

But when he saw the little beggar who had been away for a few years at the door of Huangjue Temple again~lightnovelpub.net~ he was already dressed in anger, accompanied by his guards, and followed by a considerable army. Yaowu returned to his hometown and came to recruit soldiers.

After seeing the client, he just pointed his hand in the direction of the client, and instructed his cronies around him: "This is a powerful man. How can our army lose him."

"Such a warrior must be incorporated into the assault death squad and contribute his own strength to the Red Turban Army's great uprising war."

When the client was going to resist and refused to follow, the little beggar just said quietly: "Master, his old man is also old. It should be an easy task for him to maintain his life?"

"It depends on whether his closest apprentice is willing."

And it was this sentence that extinguished all the thoughts in the client's mind, and allowed him to follow the beggar obediently after he had explained the matters in the temple, and once again paid goodbye to the master.

In only one battle, this monk, who took off his monk's clothes and was forced to return to the vulgar, died on the road of siege and charge.

When he died, there was too much melancholy, too much unwillingness, too much worry and helplessness in his heart, leaving infinite regret in his soul.

Buddhism, obsessive in his heart, is even more difficult to understand. The resentment radiated from his soul has been circulated many times in this world, coming to find the most perfect client’s laugh and forget the book, to Found.

The Buddha said: Do you still have any wishes?

The client said: Just ask for the lucid Dharma, serve the ancestors and the left and right, refrain from anger and irritation, but go to the world for cause and effect.

Laughing and forgetting the book: as you wish.

Alas, damn, it’s too tiring to pretend to be powerful, and to create the effect of Buddhism, if someone can help it.

This laughing and forgetting book murmured and confirmed the matter of the seventh world.