The next day.

Fu Yusheng's entrance ceremony was scheduled for the afternoon.

Fanyin and Jun Yan both went to arrange the big and small things of the ceremony, and the little girl was bored in the room.

Thinking that the little benefactor would have to go with his father after the entrance ceremony, the master was so busy that he must not have time to pack up his clothes and go home with her.

Zhan Jiu had an idea and opened the door.

Taking advantage of everyone's busyness, she limped to Fanyin's meditation room, closed the door, and opened his closet.

Trying to stand on tiptoe, he took out the monk's robe and robe inside, and put them all in the suitcase.

After closing the suitcase, he clapped his hands in satisfaction.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Master, and Zhan Jiu shouted happily, "Master looks at me, looks at me." ”

Fanyin walked in, and saw the suitcase beside her, her eyebrows were slightly deep, and after all these years of getting along day and night, she already knew what the little girl was thinking.

Zhan Jiu took his hand, his eyes full of joy and expectation: "Master, Dad has packed up Xiao Jiu's clothes, I'll tidy them up for you, and then we'll go together." ”

Fanyin knew that the little girl was full of curiosity about the outside world, and he didn't want him to be absent on the road of her growth.

However, he is the abbot, and he has too many responsibilities and concerns, how can he follow her to leave the world?

He gently touched her little bald head, hiding the reluctance in his eyes, and his voice was only gentle to her as always: "Master still has to go to Master Gao's house to deal with some things, and he will not be able to go down the mountain until a few days later." ”

When Zhan Jiu heard this, he panicked, hugged his legs, tilted his head and said, "Then I'll wait for the master to deal with it and go down the mountain together." ”

Fanyin hugged her and comforted: "Xiao Jiu is obedient, Dad still has to work, there is no way to wait for you on the mountain all the time." ”

Zhan Jiu said very understandingly: "Then let Dad go back first." ”

Sanskrit: "......"

"Listen to Master's words, be obedient, otherwise Master won't go." This is the first time that Sanskrit has threatened him since Xiao Jiu grew so old, his heart was like a knife, but he said it very indifferently.

Zhan Jiu was afraid that the master would really leave her, so he nodded obediently with tears in his eyes: "That Xiao Jiu is obedient, and the master will come early." ”

His eyes were red for a moment, and then he said, "Let's go, the ceremony is about to begin." ”

Zhan Jiu nodded and hugged the master tightly, for fear that he would disappear in the next second: "Hmm." ”

Fanyin carried her to the Buddha hall, and at this time, the monks from all over the temple had already arrived.

Jun Yan took a chair and came over: "Xiao Jiu, this time, you sit on the chair." ”

Zhan Jiu shook his head: "But I have to kneel and chant all the time." ”

Sanskrit said: "As long as you are sincere, you will not be blamed by the Buddha." ”

Zhan Jiu nodded.

After that, the ceremony began.

Sanskrit Yin took Fu Yusheng's hand, walked in from outside the hall, and stood still in front of the Buddha.

He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers were cut according to his body shape, very fitted, his handsome face did not have a trace of smile, a little serious, and his temperament was so cold that he seemed to not eat the fireworks of the world.

He lit a stick of incense and bowed in front of the Buddha statue.

Fu Yusheng practiced as a lay disciple, authorized to keep his hair, and Sanskrit gave him the Dharma name: Silence.

After the ceremony was completed, Fu Yusheng needed to bow three times to all the elders.

First Sanskrit, then Junyan, and finally came to Zhan Jiu's body.

Zhan Jiu looked at him expectantly, secretly rubbed the candy out of his pocket, pinched it in his hand, and waited for it to be given to him.

Fu Yusheng looked down at her, just a small one, chubby, and delicate like a little girl.

She sat on the chair and was not as high as he knelt, and this sentence of Uncle Shi couldn't be shouted in her throat.