Which superhero is the most tired under the sky?

The Man Behind the Pot.

Because there are too many black pots, I can't finish throwing them.

Riding a bicycle to Red Mountain, Zhao Lin was tired enough. The temple of the sister on the mountain is actually a nunnery, the legend has it that there is an old couple who are too kind so they moved God, so they took the old gentleman to heaven to be a fairy, and the old woman's practice is not enough, so she can only continue to practice as a nun on the ground.

None of these folklores stand up to research, and a closer look reveals the cruelty in them.

He once visited the largest bhikshuni ashram in the country, where there were preparatory classes, ordinary classes, intermediate classes, advanced classes, study classes, and international classes, where he not only taught the precepts of Buddhism, but also discussed policies and regulations, ancient Chinese, calligraphy, foreign languages, computers, and so on.

I don't know what this little temple here will look like.

A small sign of 'Kiyohara-an' hangs at the door, and the gate is in tatters as if it is about to fall down at any moment. The bhikshunis didn't see a single one, but the bald children saw a lot of them.

If it weren't for some mottled murals and clay idols, Zhao Lin would have treated this place as an orphanage. The older of these children had shaved their hair, and the younger ones were no different from ordinary children.

"Is Aunt Zhang in there?" Zhao Lin picked a relatively older one and asked. When they got closer, Zhao Lin couldn't bear to look at these children, one of them had obvious albinism, two or three hand and foot disabilities, and one was drooling and only knew how to smirk.

I don't know who has such a ruthless heart and threw them here.

Do good deeds, spread good thoughts, and accumulate merits.

Although they have not yet met, the mages of this family surpass most monks in terms of human nature. If he hadn't made this trip, Zhao Lin still didn't believe that such a person existed in the world. The monks and nuns who do not produce are even more unkind, thinking that they will only pretend to be gods and ghosts, and recite tongue twisters.

One by one, they have fat heads and big ears, and their faces are shiny, and they are even richer than those who are officials. What a cultivator should look like, it's annoying to look at, let alone give birth to a heart of intimacy.

When a bald young lady saw someone coming, she first restrained a younger brother and sister, and then said together, "Aunt Zhang is inside, may I ask who you are?" ”

"I'm Zhao Lin, come and see her." Zhao Lin didn't know the rules here. So I didn't enter the door after saying that, and I played with these children in the small square outside.

He took half of the gift he had brought, and it contained pastries and sweets, which was perfect for the children to eat.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a place for bhikshunis, Zhao Lin would have wanted to stay here for a few days and listen to the Venerable Master's lectures. Even if you don't preach, it's good to help take care of the children, do laundry, and cook.

People, sometimes you have to do something that doesn't ask for anything in return, and it's so tiring to always think about it, to calculate and calculate.

The blackened heart needs the kindness of the world more, otherwise the warmth of the sun will become more and more hard and indifferent after not seeing the warmth of the sun for a long time. In that case, there will be no way to experience the joys and pains of the world, and life will become a desert, and it is better to die.

"Da Lin, what are you doing here?" Zhang Ping didn't see Huaihuo's figure, and suddenly became unhappy.

Zhao Lin said, "Didn't I miss you anymore?" That old man is a bully who throws things and smashes the bench at home every day, Auntie, go back and take care of him. ”

"That old immortal thing is still playing tricks on me." Zhang Ping scolded, and then said, "You go back and tell him." I'm going to help take care of the kids here, and I have to teach them to learn, so I don't have time to pay attention to him, so if you want to see me, come here, don't expect me to come to him. ”

What else can Zhao Lin do, these old rivers and lakes will not become old and confused in another decade or two, and now is the time for human elves, it is impossible to trick her back.

I could only echo, "I see." ”

"The old man said that you can't spend enough money, is it true or false?" Zhang Ping is a lot haggard these days, and it seems that she has bothered a lot about these children.

She used to be the headmaster of the township, the kind that provoked a school by herself. Although he threw all the burden to his nephew, the attachment in his heart is still there. Originally, it was just an ordinary runaway, at most it was just a little adjustment of life, but I didn't expect that there were so many unattended children in this corner of the mountain.

It hooked up her love all of a sudden.

Zhao Lin also said unequivocally, "It's quite a lot, and it's no problem to buy this mountain." ”

However, this matter is different from Zhang Ping's previous school, these children are obviously special, and it is impossible for them to enter ordinary schools to attend classes.

It also involves religion, and of course there is no problem with small donations, but for a major event such as rebuilding a school building, it is still necessary to report it for approval.

Qian Zhaolin has that his conscience has not been eaten up by dogs, but he is too lazy to take the trouble on himself.

"In the future, you will pay half of the food money for these children." Zhang Ping said reasonably.

She told the old mage here about it, saying that she was going to find someone to contract the clothes and food of these children. But the old master did not agree, saying that this was her practice, and she should not throw her burden on others, and insisted on solving this matter by herself.

Later, Zhang Ping persuaded her on the grounds of education and health, and promised to divide half of it to teach Zhang Ping to solve the problem. She is also getting older, and it is not easy to climb mountains back and forth, and she can no longer walk as fast as she did when she was young.

Zhao Lin was quite strange why she was so polite, but after hearing about the old mage, he couldn't have a little frolicking anymore.

The ancients said that if there is no desire, it is rigid.

In the face of such a person, how can you not have a heart of respect?

It's all people of the same age, look at other people's mages, look at Zhang Ping, and then look at Huaihuo, the old rascal, why is the difference between people and people so big!

Zhao Lin went down the mountain to the village committee, since it was within the scope of this village, it was indispensable to ask for the support of the villagers and village cadres, this kind of thing is indispensable to someone to help, only money or nothing can be done.

With the speed of development of the capital, it will have to become a scenic spot in a few years, and it will be cheap to spend money to renovate the houses in the nunnery.

Maybe when this side is expanded into the city, the mage and these children will have a better home.

"I want to buy some grain and vegetables in our village, and harvest them for a long time, see if you can give me the lowest price." Zhao Lin didn't say anything about donations, so he didn't have to be picked up.