The bird road is uninhabited, and the white clouds hug the ghostly stones. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A petite figure, step by step, towards the top of the mountain.

Stand for a moment, wipe the fine sweat from your forehead,

"I didn't expect the Temple of Fire to hide in the middle of the forest! I heard my grandmother say that the Temple of Fire is in a state of closure all the year round, except for a few monks who go down the mountain to help the world, they are not allowed to go out of the temple at will! ”

Then I thought of something, and my face was a little inexplicably excited,

"At least go in and worship my godfather!"

Continuing along the rugged mountain road, it was approaching evening, and the faint sound of bells sounded in the depths of the forest.

The rope tree couldn't help but speed up a little.

Following the bell, I finally saw the towering building.

Two hideous statues are standing on both sides of the red gate, and the small rope tree stands in front of the gate, taking a breath and slowly walking forward.

"Dangdang"

Soon after the rope tree knocked on the door, a sparse footstep was heard.

"Squeak!"

A crack opened in the red gate, and a figure smaller than a rope tree poked out of the middle,

"Who are you looking for, this benefactor?"

Listening to the somewhat immature voice, the rope tree did not despise the little novice in white in front of him, took out a letter written by his grandmother from his arms, and handed it over with both hands.

"Hello little master, this is a letter from the ancestor to the host of your temple, please help pass it on!"

Xiao Shami's chubby little face suddenly bulged, and he hurriedly stretched out his hands and finished the letter.

"Oh! Wait a minute! I'll go to the abbot! ”

Watching the little novice "kick" and run back, the rope tree somehow, there was always a desire to pinch his chubby little face.

I couldn't help but think of the scene where my sister pinched her face, and a drop of cold sweat flowed from Rope Shu's forehead,

"Could it be that this habit of my sister is genetic?"

Shaking his head, he quickly put an end to this strange thought in his heart and waited quietly.

It didn't take long to see an old monk walking out of the main hall with a few disciples.

"The rope tree donor, the poor monk is the host of this temple, please come in!"

After speaking, he gave a salute to the rope tree, and the rope tree hurriedly returned the salute.

The rope tree followed closely behind the abbot, and his eyes involuntarily skimmed around, admiring the style of this temple, which was completely different from the architectural style of Konoha.

When he came to the parlor, the abbot spoke first,

"Rope tree little donor, your intention, I have learned in the letter, you thousand hands and this temple has always been good friends, the temple has suffered a catastrophe, now these halls are still built with the help of your grandfather, if there is anything in this temple can help the little donor practice, you can mention it!"

Rope tree didn't expect that there was still a layer of relationship, but when he thought of Grandpa Zhuma's signature ninjutsu was the Thousand-Armed Kannon, he was relieved.

"Hello abbot, I have been practicing recently and found that I am always restless, and I want to come to your temple to study the Buddhist scriptures, hoping to soothe my irritable heart!"

After hearing this, the old host folded his hands and said with a smile,

"Amitabha, my Buddha's purpose is to help the world, the little donor has the desire to study the scriptures, this temple is very honored, but today is too late, the donor is tired, just rest for one night, and tomorrow, I will take you to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

The rope tree thought to himself, and he was not in a hurry, so he folded his hands and bowed slightly,

"Then there is Abbot Lao!"

Then, under the leadership of the little novice just now, he went to the guest room arranged for the rope tree.

"Little monk, what is your legal name?"

The little novice who was leading the way in front of him froze and turned his chubby little face around.

"Donor, poor monk law number land!"

Hey, that's familiar! Could he be the one with the same name as Asmana?

The corners of the rope tree's mouth twitched, it felt so coincidental!

"Hello Earth Continent Mage!"

The little novice immediately became in a hurry,

"I can't be a mage! Rope tree donor, you can't just talk nonsense! ”

It's still cute for children!

"Dilu, come here, I'll tell you a secret!"

Rope tree said mysteriously, beckoning to the little novice in front,

As soon as Di Lu heard that there was a secret, his unstoppable curiosity welled up from the bottom of his heart, but as if he was afraid that others would see it, he looked left and right, and found that there was no one else, so he took a few steps forward.

Suddenly stretched out his hand,

"Smack!"

Pinched!

The rope tree kneaded back and forth several times with both hands, and the little novice pouted,

"Donor self-respect! Besides, what a secret? ”

It turns out that the feeling of pinching people is so cool! Keep pinching。。。。。。

After everything was arranged, he followed the little novice to fast.

Under the resentful gaze of the land and land, the rope tree ate a bite of tofu.

Rope tree looked up at the little novice staring at him, hooked the corner of his mouth to the middle of his cheek, and stretched out a hand,

"Xiao Dilu, come here!"

Xiao Dilu looked at the rope tree's devil-like smile, and couldn't help but shudder, leaning back with his upper body and shaking his head!

Looking at the little face like a rattle, Rope Tree sighed in his heart,

"It's so cool to ravage others! Hahaha! ”

I finally realized my sister's mood, and at this time I also solved the reason why my sister likes to pinch her face.

"Xiao Dilu, don't you want to know that secret?"

As soon as Xiao Shami heard the words of the rope tree, his heart suddenly tightened, and he still wanted me to be fooled? Hum! However, I've been touched so many times, and if I can't hear it, wouldn't it be a loss?

I struggled like this for a while, and finally curiosity overcame reason, and I moved over little by little, and finally I was still a foot away, stopped, and said vigilantly,

"Say it!"

The rope tree pretended to be mysterious, saying,

"This secret can't be heard by others, if you get closer, I'll tell you quietly!"

Xiao Shami looked incredulous, but his body continued to take a few steps forward.

suddenly

A pair of big hands appeared on both sides of Xiao Shami's face, and pressed down fiercely again,

"Hey, hey, Xiaodilu, if you're obedient, I'll tell you!"

"Hmm! You big liar! ”

Not far away, a white-clothed monk saw this scene and immediately lowered his head,

"Amitabha, color is emptiness, emptiness is color!"

The monk who was fasting next to him blushed when he saw this one who bowed his head! I couldn't help but sigh,

"Hey! The world is going down! ”

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Cigarette smoke fills the hall, and the sound of chanting fills the entire hall.

"Amitabha, the little donor of the rope tree, let's do a morning class first, and then go to read the Buddhist scriptures!"

The abbot folded his hands and said to the rope tree in front of him.

Rope tree looked at the Daxiong Treasure Hall, is an unknown deity, can't help but don't want to chant again, recalling that in the previous life, the Temple of Fire also had Guanyin Dharma, then it should also be like a Buddha! So he asked,

"As it should be! But Abbot, is your temple like a Buddha? ”

The abbot was slightly surprised,

"Oh? The little benefactor actually knew that there was a Buddha? ”

Then I thought of something, and I was relieved,

"Your family's family history, it's normal to know, little donor, please come with me!"