Because Zhang Luo knows the real exorcism, the monks' exorcism is a little careless.

Li Qingdai didn't know much about this, although she felt strange, she couldn't say it.

It's just that when the monks were invited to dinner, the old monk Huitong took the lead in proposing to make Zhang Luo his apprentice.

“…… This little benefactor has a relationship with my Buddha, and he has a lot of wisdom, and all kinds of fate, Pharaoh also said that he hopes to accept him as a disciple, and the female benefactor should think about it. "Wisdom Channel.

Li Qingdai frowned, she didn't expect that an ordinary ritual would actually give birth to this kind of thing that can only be seen in TV dramas, and she had a little headache. She didn't want to offend this local monk and master, who was also highly respected, but it was unbearable to ask her children to become monks.

She's just this one son!

"Luo'er, what do you think?" She wouldn't agree to things, but she wanted to hear her son's opinion.

"Mom, you just decide, I don't care." Zhang Luo kicked the ball back to his mother.

"You kid, you don't have an opinion on such a big matter." As if reprimanded, Li Qingdai felt a little confident in her heart, and said in a deep voice, "Master, my children are pampered by nature, and they can't stand the pure penance of Buddhism. And he likes to be stupid since he was a child, and he is also a demon king in school, and I am also afraid of going in and causing trouble. ”

Saying that, Li Qingdai also glared at him, Zhang Luo touched his nose, and muttered in his heart how could the things before the amnesia be regarded as me doing. But the old monk directly asked him to be a monk, which he didn't expect, of course it didn't work, he didn't want to shave his head, so he didn't make a sound.

"So, thanks to the master's kindness, our family Zhang Luo doesn't have that blessing."

"Since the female donor is unwilling, then I can't force it." Huitong showed a look of regret, and continued, "But with the understanding and wisdom of the little benefactor, I am afraid that it will attract more disasters." This exorcism drives away the evil in people's hearts, but it cannot drive away the cause and effect that comes down from heaven. The female donor must have sensed it, and this is why there is a relationship between the old man and the little donor. ”

"This ......" Li Qingdai was also a little flustered, she also seemed to feel that a hand in the dark was disturbing the world.

But her knowledge and motherhood clearly told her that this was superstition, that it was wrong, and that the child should stay by her side, so she struggled very much.

At this time, Hui Dao: "If you let this child enter the ranks of my Buddhist and lay disciples first, it can be regarded as a good fate, okay?" ”

Li Qingdai's heart moved: "What are the requirements of this lay disciple?" ”

"Just registering the name, and presiding over a ceremony of taking refuge in Buddhism in my Mingde Temple, no other need to be done, you can lead to practice, you can also marry a wife and have children, and the Buddhist precepts do not have to be forced to ......"

"And often go to worship the Buddha." Zhang Luo said suddenly.

Huitong opened his eyes and looked at it, as if he understood something, and clasped his hands together: "Good, good, what the little donor said is very true." ”

Li Qingdai reluctantly agreed, which made Zhang Luo's heart feel much more relaxed, and the monks felt that the vegetarian food in their mouths was also more flavorful.

Life is so beautiful, of course, there is a race against time.

"Mom, the masters and I will go to Mingde Temple for a ceremony and come back tomorrow. You stay at home. Zhang Luo said.

"Why can't I go?" Li Qingdai frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.

"Mom, you're yours, the temple is all men. It's inconvenient for you to disturb other people's cultivation as a great beauty, ......right, master," Zhang Luo said vaguely.

This time, Huitong didn't help, and ate honestly.

The temple has guest rooms, is still a tourist attraction, and there are hotels around, but it is isolated from the place where most monks practice. Zhang Luo is bullying his mother and doesn't understand these things, but there are some things that can't be covered when they are checked.

What kind of inconvenient from the female benefactor can't come out of their mouths, but the monk knows very well that Zhang Luo is preparing to deal with that ghost at night, and Li Qingdai is in danger in the past, and it is indeed inconvenient, so he can only acquiesce.

Li Qingdai always felt that something was wrong today, but she didn't have a clue. I just hope this kid is playful.

These masters are also excessive, so let him mess around?

Li Qingdai rubbed her temples, the child is old after all, and she can't stay by her mother's side.

Zhang Luo packed up his things in his room, put the ancient books, poncho and candlesticks in his backpack, and as for the puppet......

Zhang Luo disliked her messy threads, cut her and stuffed them into her bag, afraid that these threads would also have an impact.

He took this thing in his arms and got into the car, and said goodbye to Li Qingdai, who was full of worry.

The other monks did not dare to approach him, only the old monk Huitong sat next to him.

Zhang Luo began to do nothing again, as if he was quite bored on the road. Then, as if remembering something, he looked at the puppet in his hand.

The puppet is still like that, with long hair and ancient costumes, all light pink, embroidered with plum blossoms on the clothes, looking very plain, it seems to be still a palace costume, and the girl's hair is in a bun. There is still a faint blush painted on the cheeks, but it is not too weird, but the more you look at it, the more it looks like a real person.

So he had a bold idea.

Squint your eyes and lift the puppet's long skirt with lightning speed!

"Crunch ——!" The tires of the car suddenly skidded, and the driver hurriedly braked the steering wheel and stopped.

Zhang Luo's head hit the back of the front seat, bared his teeth in pain, and muttered: "I wipe it, it's really like a real person!" ”

I don't know what he saw.

The old monk's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and he hurriedly asked, "Intelligence, what's the matter?" ”

"Master, I don't know, the tires are suddenly a little out of control." The disciples were also a little confused.

"Clams?" Zhang Luo shifted his attention to this disciple's precept name, "Intelligence? Is there another one called Renji? ”

"Ahem! Isn't driving safety more important than that? The old monk used an admonishing tone, and he seemed to understand why there was a problem with the tires all of a sudden.

"Oh." Zhang Luo replied, seemingly careless, and he didn't know if he understood it, anyway, the disciples didn't understand.

This teenager's idea is really strange, and he almost caused a car accident when he looked at the bottom of the puppet's skirt, and if a puppet came to pick up his clothes, wouldn't the whole car be finished?

But Zhang Luo felt that this ghost's thinking was even more strange, just a puppet, and your real body was not a ghost, aren't you? What do you care about about the bottom of the skirt? Can you still cry and run away without killing people?

The vehicle started again and it was smooth.

Zhang Luomo rubbed his smooth chin, but he was a little unaccustomed to the roughness.

Eh, I seem to have a bold idea again!

I don't know if it's intentional, this guy looks honest, but in fact, he is holding a puppet in his hand, and he slowly moves, and he actually starts to coil the puppet's body!

The old monk felt a little chilly around him, and his eyelids jumped.

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