After the two settled, the little girl's face turned even paler, but she knelt down in front of the little monk in a hurry, and was ready to kowtow a few times.

Although the little monk hurriedly didn't know what the situation was, he quickly helped the little girl up.

"What are you doing?" asked the little monk puzzled.

"You are a holy monk, no, you are a living Buddha! you must be a living Buddha!" said the little girl to kneel down again.

The little monk frowned, pulled up the little girl and said loudly: "If you do this again, I will leave!"

When the little girl heard this, she quickly grabbed a corner of the little monk's robe, but immediately took it back, rubbed her blackened hand on her body, and felt a little inappropriate when she went to grab the little monk's robe.

The little monk had no choice but to sit on the little girl's side and asked patiently: "I am not a holy monk, and I am not a Buddha, but if there is anything you need my help with, you can say it directly." ”

The little girl hurriedly said, "I have a younger sister at home, she is sick, can you save her?"

When the little monk heard this, he immediately got up and said, "It is the duty of a monk to save people, you take me over." ”

So, the two walked all the way from east to west into a small road.

When he crossed the path, the scene in front of him stunned the little monk!

There is no simple mud house here even in the bun shop, there are better ones, and there is a grass house. More often than not, they just set up some simple small tents with small canopies to shelter from the sun and rain. The surroundings are full of household garbage, and the dirty environment exudes a foul smell.

The people here are all skinny and ragged like little girls, the only difference is that there is still some sparkle in the eyes of the little girls, and in the eyes of these people, there is only numbness.

When the little girl brought the little monk over, the people around her just glanced at it, and then did not make any movements, reducing unnecessary actions, which is a survival method that every hungry and cold person must learn to conserve physical strength.

After the two squeezed out a way, they finally came to the innermost corner, and after seeing the "home" with only a few rag mats, the little girl ran over excitedly shouting her sister's name.

After the little monk looked at the even more petite figure on the rag cushion from a distance, he folded his hands, said a Buddha name, and began to recite the scriptures.

"Sister, wake up, don't sleep, my sister has brought you a big bun!

"He also took his sister to fly just now!" the little girl smiled innocently and said endlessly, as if after seeing her sister, all the grievances she received outside could be dissipated.

"Little lazy worm, get up, everyone has arrived, it's rude to sleep again!" the little girl gently nudged her sister.

But I didn't expect it! My sister's little hand in front of me suddenly slipped off!

The little girl's expression froze, and she shouted tentatively.

"Sister, sister?"

A cool breeze blew, and the little girl received no answer.

With a trembling hand, he lightly touched his sister's bare arm, and instantly retracted like an electric shock.

It was cold! It was the body temperature of a living person! The little girl who had stripped the dead man's clothes several times already knew what was going on.

Her shoulders shrugged slightly, but she didn't cry, but held her sister in her arms with her shriveled little hands, and whispered: "Sister is useless, sister hasn't let you eat a full meal, sister hasn't let you sleep in a comfortable and warm cotton quilt, and sister hasn't been able to take you to see the outside world!"

"My sister doesn't have the money to take you to the doctor, it's all because my sister is useless! Sister, go with peace of mind, remember to be born in a big family with great wealth, food, a house to live in, and clothes to wear in the next life!"

Her shoulders shrugged more and more, and her voice was a little choked, but the little girl bit her lip and didn't shed a single tear.

Everyone around knew what was going on, but no one looked around. In this place, dead people are more common than a full meal. Being alive is the only thing they can do, but it's a little reluctant.

When the little girl was not speaking, there was silence all around, only the chanting of the little monk became more and more grandiose.

A few hours later, on a small hill to the east of Wentian City, there was a small lonely mound, on which was a small stone on top of it, and in front of it was the meat bun that was divided into two.

After dealing with these things, the little girl stood up from her sister's grave, bowed deeply to the little monk, and thanked her gently.

The little monk asked, "What are you going to do in the future?"

When the little girl was asked, she looked a little confused, shook her head and said, "I don't know, living one day is one day, maybe one day I will die silently like my sister." ”

The little monk looked sorry, but the little girl was calm now.

"Sister, this is good, at least if you die, you can still go into the ground, and there are still people who can remember, most people like us die silently in a corner, and then maybe rot, maybe they are eaten by wild beasts, or maybe they can meet a kind person and bury us. ”

"But who knows what will happen after death!"

The little girl pretended to smile easily, and it was hard to believe that this was a child of seven or eight years old.

"You...... Don't you have parents?" the little monk hesitated, but still spoke.

The little girl's eyes drifted into the distance, and she said lightly: "My parents are dead, and when my sister was born, a group of bullies came to the village, and they asked my family for money, but my father didn't give it, and they broke his hands and legs." ”

"Later, in order to support my sisters and my father, my mother went to the city to work as a domestic servant for a large family, and the salary was not much, but it was enough to live. ”

"Later, once the family had a banquet for VIPs, and there was a lot of leftover food, so I asked my mother to throw them away, but my mother was not willing to give up. She wrapped a bag of leftovers and wanted to take them to our sisters to eat, but was seen by the host's family. ”

"They had to say that my mother stole their things! and beat my mother to death! When my father heard the news, he became ill, and within a few days he followed. ”

"Later, some people in the village started to run on my sister and me, and finally they just took over our house. ”

"That's it, I took my sister all the way, begging all the way, and if I couldn't get food, I went to steal. I also know that stealing is not good, my mother taught me these things. ”

"But it's okay if I starve to death, but I can't just watch my sister starve to death!"

"Little monk, my father and mother are very kind, but why do so many people come to bully us! Why! We just want to have something to eat, just want to live, what is wrong with us! Why do those squires and rich people eat and fish every day, but we have to worry about a bite of food!"

"Why!"

At the end, the little girl's voice was a little hoarse, and she had been holding back her tears.

Not crying, is her unwillingness to compromise with the world. Crying, she felt aggrieved by the injustice suffered by her family.

The little monk on the side listened to the little girl's words, clenching his fists tightly, feeling that his worldview had collapsed a little, and he kept silently chanting: "Master, where is the Buddha?

Later, the little girl followed the little monk on the road.

The little monk wants to see the various states in this world to participate in his own Zen, the little girl just wants to have a support, in order to have the courage to live.

The name of the little monk is called Jue.

The little girl's name is If.