Walked in front of Yijing, clasped his hands together, and said the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha Buddha ——, a pure master, the poor monk's cultivation is not good, I'm afraid I can't-"

"That's you!"

Behold.

Before he could finish his words of refusal, he was interrupted by a wave of his hand.

Look at the girl in front of you.

"How?"

“…… Orphan? ”

The girl tilted her head.

After thinking about it seriously, he slowly spit out these two words.

But let Yijing and Zen Ming both twitch their sideburns.

Tuogu?!

Whose loneliness is it to trust?

Is there a solitary trust?

I don't even have a hairy child, who is lonely?

The main thing is -

These are two old monks, hey!

The youngest is also in his forties, how can he spit out such an unreliable word as Tuogu?

An indescribable look on Shangjing and Zen Ming.

Si Ruan blinked.

"Isn't that right? That- I don't know. ”

She really didn't know.

She hadn't taken care of these things before, and it was her little cutie who handled them.

Moreover, there is a set of laws for the inheritance of destiny, which does not require human interference.

And right now, her little cutie pushed her in to set things right, but she really didn't expect that there would be a fateful seizure.

So I asked her what to do.

How does she know?

Thinking like this, she nodded solemnly and added.

"You guys look at it—"

One net: "......"

Zen Ming: "......"

The two old monks looked blank.

For a while, there were animals running in my heart.

Sincerely, beyond words.

Look at their expressionless faces and accusations.

She reached out and scratched her chin, with some innocent advice.

"Or, you join hands and have a spiritual pass, one after another?"

…… Get lost!

Two old bald donkeys, what kind of hand are they pulling? What is the soul of the heart? How to transmit? How to pick up?

Can you rely on some score?!

As soon as his face darkened, Zen Ming's expression was not much better.

I was really scolded by this person's unreliable advice.

Especially the sticky handle and the heart?

It's almost like throwing up!

Even a monk can't stand it!

"Really—"

The flaming eyes of the two of them.

The girl who gave the suggestion said seriously:

"It's like confessing your last words, one says it seriously, the other listens carefully, and agrees with it from the heart, and it becomes——"

Probably?

Well, that's how it should be.

The girl, who thought it was a good idea, nodded and urged:

"Hurry up, I've got half a breath left."

Half a breath left and died: "......"

I don't want to hold hands at all, and I still have a good heart: "......"

The two old monks looked at each other for a second, and they both turned their heads in uncontrollable disgust, revealing unbearable expressions.

But in the end, he still took a deep breath, stretched out his old paws to the other party tremblingly, and shook them together.

"Zen Ming—"

Yijing pinched it seriously, and Zen Ming tried hard to pull out the old paw, and said solemnly:

"Next, I'll leave it to you—"

The words just came out.

In front of his eyes, the marquee of his life appeared.

Ignorant and ignorant children, heartless children.

Rebellious and disregarded the world, wine and meat pierced the intestines, and the Buddha left a small time in his heart.

and, at a glance, he will never marry for life, and he has not yet returned to the vulgar in a hurry, but he has lost his beloved.

Later, the cynicism, hard work, and the promised faith supported him all the way to today's death.