"Wanwan, you are really here, the ancestor is looking for you, go back with me!" A crisp voice shattered Merlin's silence.

There is no need to look back, Lin Wan also knows that this is the little monk Wutong in the temple, that is, the first person she woke up and saw.

Lin Wan hurriedly stood up straight, turned around a little crampedly, gently tugged at the corner of her clothes with her little hand, and looked at the little monk who ran over in a hurry.

Wutong is the closed disciple of Master Zhizheng, and Master Zhizheng is the eldest disciple of Master Huitong, so the ancestor of Wutong is the abbot Master Huitong.

Today is the birthday of the eighth Buddha in April, which is the day with the most pilgrims and tourists in the temple, and almost everyone in the temple has been arranged, even Wutong, who is only seven years old, which is why she came here alone.

Since Lin Wan came to Chongfu Temple, almost all of them have been accompanied by Wutong, and this is also the place where Wutong took her.

Wutong once said that whenever he was unhappy, he always liked to come here alone to meditate.

Look at the river under the mountain, look at the people under the mountain, and the mood can be inexplicably better.

In addition to the memory of her previous life, Lin Wan did not have a trace of the memory of this body, so she naturally didn't know what her surname was.

The name Wanwan came from the word Wanwan on the jade pendant she wore closely, which matched the name of Lin Wan in her previous life.

Wutong hurriedly found that Master Huineng found the right person for her?!

Lin Wan looked back at the bustle under the mountain gloomily, and after this glance, she didn't know when she would be able to look at it again.

The temple fair, which lasts for half a month, is lively and noisy.

In her previous life, Lin Wan liked to be quiet, and she didn't like such excitement and noise the most, but now she is full of envy in her heart.

Although she knew very well that most of the people who were rushing to the temple fair at the foot of the mountain came for a living, for her now, these people who were busy for their livelihood had become the object of her envy.

Although there are no plum blossoms and peach blossoms to enjoy in Chongfu Temple at this time, because it coincides with the birthday of the eighth Buddha in early April, the good men and women who come to Chongfu Temple to make incense still flock to Chongfu Temple from all over the world, adding countless incense to Chongfu Temple.

These days, not only Chongfu Temple is overcrowded, but also the banks of the Gaochuan River at the foot of the mountain are also full of people.

Although Chongfu Temple has a pantry for pilgrims to rest temporarily, and there is also a small courtyard for pilgrims to stay, it is impossible to accept all the pilgrims, except for some large families who have booked the small courtyard in the temple early, most of the pilgrims can only live in the inn at the bottom of the mountain.

Because the small courtyard where the pilgrims live is close to the back mountain, in order to ensure the safety of these pilgrims, tourists are prohibited from entering the back mountain of the temple these days.

Lin Wan came out of the back mountain with a small face and a little face, and only met three or two girls who were walking slowly surrounded by the maid and the mother-in-law along the way, but at the junction of the back mountain and the Zen monastery, she almost collided with two men who were looking around.

Both sides met suddenly, and they were both taken aback by each other.

Don't look at Wutong's young age, but he is very alert, and his movements are also very flexible, pulling Lin Wan to take a step back, and by the way, protecting Lin Wan behind him.

When he saw clearly that it were two men who should not have appeared here, the bell rang in his head, and he let go of Lin Wan and folded his hands and said to the two men, "Why are the two donors here?" ”

Lin Wan hid behind Wutong and looked at the two men in front of her silently.

One of these two men looked less than forty in his early thirties, and the other was about ten years old, looking at the appearance of the two, it should be a father and son, and at this moment, they were startled by the sudden appearance of Wutong and Lin Wan, and they were obviously relieved when they saw that they were two children.

Facing Wutong's questioning, the older one was obviously a little weak-hearted, and said to Wutong repeatedly: "Sorry to disturb, let's go, let's go." ”

As he spoke, he pulled the young man next to him and was about to leave.

The young man did not have the weakness of an adult man's heart, but looked calm, glanced at Wutong with a smile, and then gently patted the small rattan basket in his arms and said: "We are from the other side of the mountain, and we are about to go around from here to the front to sell our own fruits." Would the little monk want to have a taste? ”

Wutong frowned and looked Ye Zhan up and down, and soon seemed to remember something, and pointed to the young man and said: "The little monk remembers the little benefactor, where is the little benefactor from the other side of the mountain, it is clearly the second son of the Ye family in Hongfeng Village over there." Let's go, get out of here! Not everyone can come to this side of the mountain these days. ”

Although he was exposed by Wu Neng on the spot, the young man still didn't feel embarrassed, and said with a smile: "The little monk has a good memory, he still remembers me after not seeing him for so long!" Just kidding you. My father and I are waiting here for the fragrant grandma, and we will leave when the grandma comes out. You know, we're all honest people, and we'll never bump into nobles. ”

After that, he squeezed his eyes at the man who was pulling him.

The man frowned slightly and glared at the young man, but he didn't refute in the end, just took out a lotus leaf from the small basket he was carrying, and grabbed a handful of fruits from the small basket held by the young man in his arms.

I didn't expect that there were such beautiful cherries in the small basket they were holding in their arms!

Wutong is a principled little monk, although his mouth is flooded with saliva, he can't help but don't stretch out his hand, just shake his head and say seriously: "Pilgrims shouldn't be here, Shi Zhu and others, please go to the front." ”

The young man didn't expect Wutong to be so stubborn, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he was about to say something, but was stopped by the man: "Thank you for the reminder, little master, let's go ahead." ”

After that, he deftly wrapped the cherries in the lotus leaf with his big hand, stuffed them into the arms of Lin Wan, who was standing quietly and silently, and pulled the young man to the front.

Lin Wan held a bag of fruits in both hands, and involuntarily followed the footsteps of the father and son and walked a few steps forward, but was tightly pulled by Wutong: "Wanwan, where are you going?" The Zen room of the master is here! ”

At the same time, several voices could be heard from the left side of sight.

"Big brother, look, look, there, there, it's the second brother and daddy." The delicate voice of a young child cannot be heard whether it is a man or a woman.

"Where, no! It shouldn't be that you look at the flowers, how could they come to the temple Daddy! The young man in the early stage of the voice change had a slight hoarseness in his voice.

"It's the second brother and daddy! Second brother, Dad! "It's still that delicate child's voice, with excitement and surprise.

"Ouch, Boss, it's really you! How did you come to the temple? Something sold? "It's an old woman's voice, with the vicissitudes of time.

Next was the man's calm voice mixed with the crisp and pleasant voice of the young man like pouring beans, but because the distance between them was getting farther and farther away, it gradually became indistinguishable.

"I really didn't expect that the Ye family's junior two didn't lie today!" Wutong raised his hand and touched his little bald head, and sighed with a little emotion.

Lin Wan also had her own feelings in her heart, and the few words just now gave her a kind of homely warmth.

I wonder if the family that Master Huineng found for her is as warm as this Ye family?!