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Since coming to the world, Feng Que has never seen such a happy nightmare. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Nightmare jumps like a child seeing a strange toy.

Nightmares did see a strange one, but it wasn't a toy. Because what is strange is a person, a monk to be precise. There are no monks in the divine realm, nor in the demon realm, but there are in the human world.

Nightmare had already circled the monk eighteen times, and even reached out and touched the monk's head, because she felt that a hairless head was as strange as a bird with four legs.

The little monk looked nervous. Also, no matter who you are, you will be very scared to see someone you don't know circling around you and constantly touching yourself.

The monk was very young, no more than fifteen years old. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe, and he was quietly meditating and chanting under the tree, and the rosary in his hand was also spinning in circles.

But now the little monk has been hiding behind the big tree, and he hopes that the leaves can block the girl in front of him like blocking the sun. The little monk's mouth still recited the words: "Amitabha, color is emptiness, color is emptiness." ”

The nightmare still chased after the little monk in a circle next to the big tree. The nightmare chased after the little monk and muttered: "Little monk, don't run, how about we be friends." ”

The little monk held his head in his hands, still very scared: "Don't chase the little monk anymore, how about we sit down and talk?" ”

Xuanhe couldn't stand it anymore, so he stopped between the nightmare and the little monk, and took the nightmare on his shoulder. The little monk also took advantage of the situation to hide behind another big tree, only leaking his little head, watching Xuanhe and Nightmare play.

Nightmare gets angry: "Stinky monkey, what are you stopping me for?" I'm going to chase that little monk. ”

Xuanhe smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Didn't you see that the little monk didn't want to see you at all?" What are you doing with your dead face? ”

Nightmare slapped Xuanhe's back to express his dissatisfaction: "How do you know that the little monk doesn't want to see me?" Hey, little monk, don't you want to see me? ”

The little monk was so frightened by the nightmare that he retracted his head again, but hurriedly replied to the nightmare: "No, no, the little monk didn't want to see the female benefactor." Amitabha. ”

Nightmare became smug: "See? ”

Xuanhe didn't answer the nightmare: "The tiger asks a rabbit, do you like me, the rabbit doesn't want to die, so I like you." Have you ever heard this story? ”

Nightmare heard the sarcasm in Xuanhe's story, so she slapped her hands harder.

Feng Que finally felt a little unbearable, and began to regret taking the two of them down. So he was ready to advise before things got worse: "Don't make trouble." If you continue to make trouble like this, when will you be able to reach the Tianshan Mountains? ”

Xuanhe stretched out his other hand and said, "It's not that I want to make trouble, it's our eldest lady who has to provoke everywhere." It's like stealing someone's watermelon five days ago, pulling two crying dolls to play hide and seek four days ago, roasting someone else's rooster in captivity three days ago, stealing and riding away someone's white horse yesterday, and chasing this little monk today. Xuanhe bent down a finger when he said one thing, "If in a few days, if you want to count the ridiculous things our eldest lady has done, my hand will not be enough." ”

But Xuanhe still put the nightmare down, but the nightmare had already given up on the little monk and began to fight with Xuanhe endlessly.

Feng Que walked to the tree where the little monk was hiding, went around to the back of the tree, and found that the little monk was already sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, and a string of Buddhist beads in each hand. Feng Que counted, a string of fourteen, a string of eighteen. The little monk muttered in his mouth: "I read the past life, countless eons, there are Buddhas, the sun and the moon are bright, and the lights are bright......"

Feng Que had no choice but to squat down and ask the little monk, "What are you reading?" ”

The little monk opened his eyes, and his eyes were very clear, like a pool of spring water, without a trace of impurities. The little monk looked at Feng Que, and he was no longer as scared as he was just now: "I'm chanting the scriptures, the Myoho-renge-kyo Sutra." ”

Feng Que said: "There are many troubles in this world like hair, is chanting sutras useful?" ”

The little monk said: "It is useful, but it is also useless." When it is useful, it can be opened and turned over the river and the sea; When it is useless, it only increases the troubles, so it is better to discard them. ”

Feng Que suddenly felt that this little monk was not simple, not like a child who was chased by nightmares, so he suddenly became interested in the little monk. So Feng Que sat on the ground and asked the little monk, "How about we be friends?" ”

The little monk said, "Okay." You've been the first person you've been friends with since I came out. ”

Feng Que said: "Where did you come from?" ”

The little monk said: "From a mountain overseas, that mountain should be called the abbot." ”

Feng Que said: "Abbot? Buddha's Turf? ”

The little monk said, "That's right." The Buddha is my teacher. It stands to reason that his disciples and grandchildren are qualified to be my master, but I don't know why, he has to be my master himself. ”

Feng Que said: "Because you are very special." ”

The little monk said, "You are exactly the same as what my master said. ”

Feng Que said: "Then why did you come to the world?" ”

The little monk said, "I don't want to come either." I heard my brother say that the world is full of sin, and it is the darkest place in the world. But my master insisted on asking me to come, saying that I had my destiny and that I had to do something by myself. I didn't understand, but the master didn't explain either. ”

Feng Que said: "Then what are you doing in the world?" ”

The little monk said, "Find two people." Master said that my life is related to two people, so let me go to the human world to find them. Give one of them a string of beads, and give the other a glimmer of hope. ”

Feng Que said: "Do you know who these two people are? ”

The little monk said: "I don't know, Master said, when fate comes, I will naturally know." After that, the little monk looked down at the string of Buddhist beads in his left hand, the string of eighteen beads.

Feng Que said: "Okay, I wish you a smooth way to find them." ”

The little monk said, "Hopefully." You're looking for someone too, right? ”

Feng Que was frightened: "How do you know?" Feng Que had been asking the little monk questions and had never said anything about himself, so he wondered how the little monk knew that he was looking for someone. Feng Que was afraid that something unexpected would happen, so he also pinched his right hand, which was far away from the little monk, into a magic trick to deal with the unexpected.

The little monk said: "Because I am born with a little fate, I know some of your fate. ”

Feng Que was still a little unconvinced: "Then what do you say about my fate?" ”

Little Monk: "I only know that you are very special, the chosen one." I can't see anything else. ”

Feng Que said: "But you can see that I am looking for someone." ”

The little monk said, "Yes." And know that you will find that person. The rest is up to you, your fate is as complicated as soybeans and red beans that are mixed together, and I can't tell the difference at all. ”

Feng Que said: "It's you, who can tell the difference between fate?" ”

The little monk sighed, and became like a child who does not eat fireworks in the world: "You said we were friends, but now we are friends?" ”

Feng Que smiled and said, "Of course." ”

The little monk said: "Okay, my name is Wuchen, what's your name?" ”

Feng Que said: "My name is Feng Que, those two are making trouble, the male is Xuanhe, and the female is Nightmare." ”

Lichen looked at the nightmare that was playing, and showed a look of uncertainty or annoyance.

Feng Que saw Wuchen's troubles, and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry, the nightmare is just a whim, and I won't be so curious about you after a while." ”

Wuchen said: "I'm not afraid of this, anyway, I won't go with her." ”

Feng Que said: "Aren't you with us?" ”

Wuchen said: "I also want to, after all, I finally have friends." But you have your pursuits, and I have my destiny. We all have things to do, so it's better to go our separate ways. ”

Feng Que said: "Aren't we friends? Since you don't know where to go yet, why don't you go together, and you can take care of each other. ”

Wuchen said: "Whether you are friends or not does not depend on whether you want to be together, but on whether you regard me as a friend." ”

Feng Que was actually speechless by a little monk, and he had to admit that although this little monk was young, he was indeed different from ordinary people. Feng Que was even more curious, what kind of place was the abbot Xianshan who could train a teenage monk to see through the world so well, so Feng Que asked, "What your master said is good, you are really special." You haven't been out of the abbot once, how do you know so many things? ”

Wuchen said: "What my master told me, I believe in my master." ”

Feng Que said: "Okay, I believe in you." ”

Wuchen laughed again, like a sunflower. He stood up and shook the loess on the monk's robe, then folded his hands again and said to Feng Que: "Okay, I'll leave first, I don't know when I will find those two people." We'll see you later. Amitabha. ”

Feng Que said: "There will be a period later." ”

Wuchen really just left. But after taking three steps, he looked back at Feng Que again: "I always feel that we will meet again." ”

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