Bah, millet grains spit the candy in their mouths on the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's the matter?, it's not delicious?" asked Li Yuanhao, there are still children in the world who don't like candy.

Millet grains cried sadly, tears were squirming, like beads with broken threads, a pair of dirty hands wiped around, and a little face instantly turned into a little flower cat: "What should I do if I can't eat it in the future?"

It turned out that I didn't like to eat, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to eat it in the future, so I thought it was quite far.

Li Yuanhao smiled dumbly, stuffed a bag of candy into the little monk's arms, and touched the little monk's bald head, she suddenly remembered Li Xiuce, and her face couldn't help but be gloomy. Li Yuanhao does not allow anyone to approach Li Xiuce, she personally cooks food, clothing, housing and transportation, like a mother, one summer, Li Xiuce had lice in his hair, Li Yuanhao shaved his bald head, touched it every day, and when she saw millet grains, she seemed to see Li Xiuce when she was a child.

The little monk in front of him had never eaten candy before, and he had no desire, but now he already knows that there is a thing called candy in the world, which is sweet and delicious, so he has a desire, maybe one day he will be like his brothers, hoping to go down the mountain, and there are many temptations in the world of flowers and flowers under the mountain. So what about Xiuce's desire in the future, will it also swell until he can't control it himself.

What about himself? Isn't he trapped in Tai'an City, bent on getting out.

Everyone is trapped on the mountain, and they all want to go down the mountain and chase the desires in their hearts, but now that they have come out, what do they hope to get? What are the desires in their hearts.

With a sigh, Li Yuanhao stuffed a candy into the mouth of the millet grain, and ordered solemnly: "Don't vomit, taste it well." ”

The little monk nodded, carefully held the candy bag, smacked it twice, the sweetness of the tip of his tongue lingered in his mind, and tears unconsciously flowed out again.

All day long, Li Yuanhao was playing with millet grains, and the two went to the back of the mountain together, running crazy on the hillside, playing with two people's eagles to catch chickens, and millet grains laughed. The two also made a wish to the Buddha, and Li Yuanhao teased millet grains: "Master millet grains, what wishes have you made." Millet blushed: "People can't be called masters, so don't make fun of me." The vow made in front of the Buddha cannot be said, otherwise it will not work. Li Yuanhao: "Do you wish to eat candy every day?" Millet looked surprised: "How do you know?" Li Yuanhao laughed: "I'm a fairy." ”

In the end, the two went to the big iron bell of the temple together, Li Yuanhao touched the huge bell hammer and asked, dare to hit it. The head of the millet grain shook like a rattle, and even if he didn't dare, the abbot would scold. Li Yuanhao smiled and said, look at me. The melodious bell rang in the Lotus Temple, startled countless birds, millet grains anxiously wanted to cry, the monks who were doing the class heard the bell, walked out of the precept hall, looked up at the sun, it was not yet dinner time, who was so bold that he dared to hit the bell privately.

The abbot appeared, only five zhang away from Li Yuanhao, and his eyes were hidden under his eyebrows.

The little monk twisted and pinched, and looked down at the tip of his shoe: "Master Abbot, it was I who accidentally hit the big bell, and it has nothing to do with Master Li." ”

stood in front of Li Yuanhao without hesitation and blocked the blame for her.

"I'll go to the Discipline Hall to receive the punishment right away. The last voice was inaudible, and the little monk was also afraid of being beaten.

Knock knock, three more bells rang, Li Yuanhao threw away the bell hammer, touched the little bald head of the millet grain, and shook his head to signal that nothing happened: "Master, how about the bell that is hitting down?"

The abbot squinted his eyes, took three steps forward, stood still, and showed a smile on his face: "Don't make this kind of joke in the future, the bell of the Lotus Temple can't be hit casually." ”

"Thank you, Master, for the reminder, under the recklessness. Li Yuanhao said.

The abbot folded his hands, chanted Amitabha, and turned away.

Li Yuanhao walked to the big bell, knock knock, three more bells rang, and the abbot, who had already walked away, paused and disappeared around the corner.

Huang Chunfeng sat on the stone bench outside the wing, closed his eyes and said, "I'm still a child." ”

Millet was worried, saying that this was not good, and the abbot was angry when he was angry, but in fact he was already very angry. Li Yuanhao comforted, it's okay, I will give more silver. Millet nodded, the abbot actually likes silver very much, but he said it from an unknown face. Li Yuanhao asked, Millet Grain, I'll take you away, okay? Millet Grain shook his head, No, the abbot and the senior brothers are here, I can't bear them.

Li Yuanhao picked up the millet grains and pinched the little monk's face, reluctant to let them go?

After dinner, Li Yuanhao and the little monk played for a while, His Majesty the Emperor relied on the high strength of the people, and there was no mercy at all, the millet grains lost very badly, but they were also very happy, the small palm was croaking, but when he saw Huang Chunfeng appear, the little guy was obviously timid, and the old man had a majesty, which was more powerful than the abbot's master, just like the largest Buddha statue in the Lotus Temple, which made people scary.

"It's okay, millet grains, go back to sleep. Li Yuanhao tucked the corners of the millet grains.

"Hmm. Although he was a little reluctant, Millet nodded obediently, moved his two calves, and walked back step by step.

Huang Chunfeng sat down next to Li Yuanhao, stretched out his palm, and a trace of moonlight shone on his hand, as if holding a sword: "There is always a reason to be needed." ”

"Strictly speaking, grandma is not a good person, and people all over the world scold her, but she is always my grandma, my relative. Li Yuanhao said.

"Girl, your grandma is the best good person in the world, but good people don't necessarily have good rewards, the world will force a person crazy, and force himself to not know himself. Huang Chunfeng retracted his palm and said, "After this incident, you have to promise the old man one thing, is it feasible?"

Li Yuanhao nodded, as agreed, she stood up and slammed to the ground: "Thank you seniors." ”

Huang Chunfeng touched his nose: "For a while, he didn't speak coldly, but was so polite, the old man couldn't accept it." ”

"Sword bones!" Li Yuanhao scolded, and added: "The sword of the kendo master." ”

Huang Chunfeng squinted his eyes and stroked his beard, his fingers paused slightly, and he suddenly realized: "What you said before, 'good sword, good sword', turned out to be all lowly and cheap?"

Li Yuanhao was busy waving his hand and quibbled: "No, no, it's that you think too much, think too much." ”

"Senior, don't blow your beard and stare at you, your generation of grandmasters, kendo heroes, what are you doing with a little girl of mine?"