Wentian City is the westernmost city of the Heavenly Desolation Empire. Out of the west gate of Wentian City, there is a large desert

This desert is one of the four forbidden areas on a par with the East China Sea.

When there were still activities of gods and Buddhas in this world, this was still a small village, but because most of the gods and Buddhas appeared from the deserts of the west, they had to pass through here to enter human society, so they slowly developed. Although the strong support of the Heavenly Desolate Empire is indispensable, it is more important to see the help of those who want to pay homage to the living Buddha and miracles.

The name of Wentian City means that you can hear the sound of heaven here, and it is the closest place to the gods and Buddhas.

When Wentian City was at its most glorious, the scale was close to the capital of the Heavenly Desolate Empire - Heavenly Desolate City.

But later, I don't know why the gods and Buddhas disappeared from this world, Wentian City began to go downhill again, once full of people, bustling Wentian City now does not say that every house is full of birds, but also can not see the scene of people coming and going.

This kind of change was imperceptibly produced with the disappearance of the gods and Buddhas, but it seemed to happen overnight.

Because the location is too remote and the environment is not suitable for cultivation and production, most of the people left here are still people who still have faith! Therefore, the people here are very friendly to monks and gods.

They longed for the day when they could see miracles again, and they longed for the day when the Buddha's light could shine again on the world.

In a high-gate compound, a little monk came out.

"The donor stayed. The little monk folded his hands and bowed slightly to the courtyard.

A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears and a jeweled body chased out of the courtyard, and when he saw the little monk bending over, he hurriedly returned the salute.

"Why don't you rest for a few more days, so that I can enjoy the friendship of the landlord!" said the middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears with a look of regret.

The little monk waved his hand and said: "I am grateful for the grace of a meal, if I bother again, it will not only delay my cultivation, but also disturb the life of the donor." ”

"What the little master said, you are the messengers of the Buddha walking in the world, and we, the sentient beings under the light of the Buddha. There is no bothering to come to my house as a guest. The middle-aged man smiled, and the flesh on his face trembled.

The little monk said a Buddha name and refused: "He has a fate, and he will see you again in the end, and the donor does not need to force it." ”

The little monk blinked his big watery eyes, and said: "The donor believes in Buddhism, he should accept protection, and before parting, the little monk has a word to send him off." ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly tidied up his clothes and said solemnly: "Little master, please speak!"

"The goodness continues, and the incense does not mess up. Evil is not done, and luck is not declining. ”

After speaking, the little monk bowed slightly again and walked slowly into the distance.

After the middle-aged man saw the little monk leave, his brows were furrowed, and he savored the words of the little monk, but was interrupted by a glamorous woman with heavy makeup on the side.

"I said grandpa, just this little monk, a little kid who hasn't grown all his hair, maybe where he came out to cheat and eat and drink, what are you doing to be polite to him! There are so many monks in our backyard, which one is not better than this little kid!"

The middle-aged man glanced at the glamorous woman, and said earnestly: "Your grandfather has been wandering for so many years, and he still has this bit of eyesight, and even those monks raised by our family, no matter how much they add up, they can't stand up to this little master." ”

"Those who can keep it have no ability, and those who have the ability can't keep it!" the middle-aged man sighed.

The beautiful woman glanced at her master, stretched out her white palm and said, "Two days ago, I fell in love with a jade bracelet, and the master gave me ten taels of gold, and I went to buy it." ”

The middle-aged man took the gold ingot from the butler on the side and brought it to the beautiful woman, but instead of letting go, he asked, "Madame, do you know what the little master said when he was leaving?"

On the fat face, the already small eyes became narrower and narrower, and the beautiful woman was cold for no reason, but in the smile of her master, she saw a trace of murder.

After walking through a few streets, the surroundings began to change dramatically. There is no Gaomen compound, no shops, and no Huahui's clothes and accessories. Some are just businessmen doing small business, pedestrians in a hurry, and the simple mud houses around them.

The little monk who walked here stopped in front of a steamed bun shop, and looked at a ragged, sloppy, smaller but skinny little girl with a ragged and sloppy face on his face, who secretly took a bun from the steamer placed outside and stuffed it into a rag pocket hanging beside him.

But this scene was discovered by the sharp-eyed owner of the bun shop, and he rushed over with an arrow and grabbed the little girl who just wanted to escape.

As soon as the little girl wanted to speak, the owner of the bun shop slapped the little girl in the face.

"Smack!" The voice was loud and crisp, and the little monk who listened was stunned.

"Uncle......" The little girl opened her mouth and just wanted to speak, but the owner of the bun shop slapped her again.

scolded while beating: "Little Huazi, who died of my parents, took two buns from me yesterday, but I didn't catch you, and I came again today, are you still addicted to stealing?

After speaking, the palm of his hand was raised high, but halfway down, he was stopped by another white little hand.

"Donor, be forgiving and forgiving. The little monk said.

Seeing that it was a little monk who stopped him, the owner of the steamed bun shop was a little stunned, and explained: "She stole my bun first." ”

The little monk withdrew his hand, scratched his head and said, "I saw it, but if you beat her like this, you can kill her." ”

When the owner of the steamed bun shop heard this, he immediately became angry: "She steals my things and still doesn't allow me to beat her? Then she won't come over every day to steal in the future? Don't you think you're too busy?"

The more the boss talked, the more angry he became, and finally foamed at the mouth.

"You are a little monk, I can't afford to mess with you, but I am not a believer in your Buddhism, why do you care about us?"

"There are many rich families in this big Wentian City, so instead of letting them give alms to these refugees, and in turn making things difficult for those of us who don't have enough to eat?

The little monk had never seen this kind of posture, and he was a little stunned when he was scolded, and he just wanted to open his mouth to explain a few words, but he didn't know where the strength of the extremely thin little girl on the side came from, so he dragged himself and ran out.

After running for a long time, the little girl was covered with sweat and stopped panting.

Looking at the stunned little monk in front of her, the little girl smiled slightly and said softly: "Thank you." ”

The little monk hadn't eased up the scolding, and replied randomly.

The little girl gritted her teeth and pulled out the bun with five black handprints from the broken pocket with several patches but still some holes.

The little hand straightened and timidly handed it to the little monk, but halfway through it, the little face turned red and retracted again.

Gently, he broke the bun open, handed the larger one to Chen'er, and the smaller one carefully returned to the rag pocket.

The little monk waved his hand, smiled and said, "I'm not hungry, you can eat." ”

Hearing this, the little girl didn't insist, and put back most of the buns.

"Why are you helping me, I'm a thief!" the little girl asked softly.

The little monk who had just recovered his strength was a little confused, but asked rhetorically: "Is it because you took a bun?" They can kill you?"

The little girl's eyes were red and she nodded, there were tears in the corners of her eyes, but they were stubborn and did not drop.

The little monk's face was full of doubts, and he pointed to the direction he came from and said, "But over there, they live very well." ”

The little girl was amused by the little monk's words, and sneered, before she said, "But they are them, and we are us!"

The little monk frowned, and muttered, "It shouldn't be!

Compared with the little monk, the little girl who has seen a lot of the cold and warm in the world has a calm face, as if all this is a normal phenomenon!

And just as the two were chatting, suddenly a large group of people with sticks and brooms appeared behind them. The person at the head is the owner of the bun shop just now.

Seeing the two little monks, the owner of the bun shop stretched out his hand and shouted: "It's the two of them, a thief, a fake monk who helps the thief!"

After speaking, a group of people cheered, and the clouds rushed up.

The little girl's face was a little pale when she saw this situation, but the little monk reacted, grabbed the little girl's hand, jumped a few times, and disappeared into the depths of the street.