Chapter 251: He's Not an Honest Monk

"Amitabha, donor, you misunderstood, I didn't come to you."

Through the crack in the door, the little novice folded his hands and bowed his head to recite the Buddha's name.

He was wearing a wide gray robe, and the cloth shoes on his feet were stained with a little mud, which was the most ordinary and ordinary dress of monks, but his face was handsome, with slender and dark eyebrows, a tall and straight nose, and the red lips and the fine eyelashes that hung down constituted a stunning picture, this little monk was really good-looking.

Even the fingers holding the Buddha string are slender and white, and the bones are distinct.

Song Xinyi stared at the good-looking face, and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, she just took a cursory look yesterday morning, and she didn't observe it carefully, and now it seems that the appearance of this little novice is very similar to the president of the literary club who she had a crush on in college, and these facial features and temperament are her own dishes.

No, you can't be mistaken by beauty, no matter how good-looking this little novice is, she shook her head vigorously to make herself sober, and shouted unceremoniously with a thick throat.

"If you're not looking for trouble, who else can you turn to? People say that their families don't speak, and I don't think you, a little monk, are honest at all. ”

"Amitabha, the donor really misunderstood, I came to find the donor who gave me water yesterday."

The little novice said the Buddha name one by one, and his voice was low and melodious, with an elegant bearing.

Song Xinyi frowned, and was about to ask, but there was the sound of Ling Wang's eager footsteps behind her.

"It's the little master of the clear space, please come in and sit, Cheng'er, don't block the door, you kid, let the little master come in and talk."

"Mother, what are you talking about...... This ......"

Song Xinyi was stunned, the Ling Wang clan had already taken advantage of this opportunity to open the door and greeted the little novice with a smile on his face.

"Master Jingkong, this kid is not sensible, don't worry about it, please come in."

"Okay."

Jingkong smiled slightly, like a spring breeze, a pair of dark eyes gently swept Song Xinyi's face, and slowly walked in, but did not enter the house, just stood still in the courtyard, took out a yellowish booklet from his arms, and put his hands in front of Ling Wang's family.

"The donor was kind yesterday, and there is nothing to repay in the emptiness, this is a hand-copied copy of the Buddha Amito Sutra, given to the donor, and often recited to make the deceased relatives blissful."

"The little master of the clear space is really polite, I only asked for it yesterday, you sent it today, hard little master, come in and drink saliva."

This Buddha said that the Amitabha Sutra is a scripture used by the transcendent souls, and Ling Wang has often recited it since she lost her husband, but she lost her son a few days ago, so she recited it more diligently. Yesterday, she specially asked for a scripture, but she didn't expect the clear space to be sent so early, so she was very grateful, and she had to let the clear space inside.

Song Xinyi has prejudices against this little novice, she can't forget what happened yesterday, how can this little monk get together with that kind of rude and unreasonable little beggar, how can he become a high-ranking monk, Bacheng is a little liar who cheats to eat and drink.

Jingkong's gaze turned slightly, and he could see the unhappy look on Song Xinyi's face clearly, bent down and made a Buddhist salute, and said softly.

"Thank you for your kindness, but there is still a morning class to be done today, so I won't bother the donor, and I will leave the clear."

After speaking, he really turned around and walked outside, Song Xinyi watched him walk out of the door steadily, quickly closed the door with a bang, and shouted in a low voice.

"Mother, this little monk is not a good person, don't have more contact with him, there is a fierce little beggar beside him, but it is difficult!"

"Don't be rude to the little master."

The Ling Wang clan had always listened to Song Xinyi's words, but this time they rarely raised their faces and reprimanded them in a low voice. 137

"The little master of Jingkong is in the Guangchan Temple in the west, and he is the disciple of the master of Qingxin in the temple, and he is an excellent and diligent little master, you must be polite to others in the future, and you are not allowed to be as unruly as today."

"Mother, don't be deceived by his good-looking skin, the little beggar who followed him is arrogant and domineering, how can he be a good person, think about it, how can a normal little monk call a little beggar a brother......"

Song Xinyi thought of the dirty little beggar yesterday, her stomach was full of anger, she didn't want to disobey the Ling Wang family, but she was really afraid that this woman would be deceived, so she was in a hurry to argue.

Unexpectedly, Ling Wang's face became more and more gloomy, and he suddenly interrupted her words.

"Then you must be mistaken, my mother has believed in Buddhism for so many years, and the masters I have met are all excellent, and they will definitely not be the kind of arrogant and domineering people you said, don't say it, hurry up and pack up and go to the middle courtyard to eat."

“…… Oh. ”

Although Ling Wang's family is a weak woman, but people with this kind of weak temperament have a stubborn energy, and they will not easily doubt what they believe, Song Xinyi sighed, although she was helpless in her heart, she could only stop there, and pay more attention to this little monk in the future, just don't let Ling Wang's family be deceived.

She cleaned up briefly, then got up and went to the middle courtyard to eat, breakfast went very smoothly, she took two buns back for Ling Wang's family to eat as usual, but as soon as she got out of the courtyard, she was stopped by someone.

It was Second Uncle Ling who stopped her.

"Cheng'er, it's a meal for your mother."

"Yes, second uncle, this is my ration, grandpa allowed me to give it to my mother."

Song Xinyi thought that she was going to change Second Uncle Ling to embarrass herself today, so she became vigilant, hid the bun behind her back, and stared at Second Uncle Ling's smiling face with a pair of eyes.

Second Uncle Ling smiled and took out a bun from his pocket and stuffed it into her arms, very amiable.

"Two steamed buns are enough for you two to eat, the second uncle deliberately left an extra bun, take it back to your mother to eat."

"Second uncle, you are ......"

Song Xinyi was stunned, she looked at the hot bun in her arms, and couldn't figure out Second Uncle Ling's true intentions for a while.

Second Uncle Ling rubbed her smooth head very affectionately, and smiled even more kindly.

"Hurry up and take it back and eat it while it's hot, the second uncle is waiting for you to go to the pot together, our uncle and nephew are now working on the pot, and the second uncle will take good care of you in the future."

"Well, then thank you Second Uncle."

Care? I'm afraid it's a different kind of care.

Song Xinyi quickly figured out what Second Uncle Ling meant, and sneered slightly in her heart.

Ling Biyun is his daughter, she doesn't look like him, but her temperament is the same, they are all smiling tigers, and the family in these two rooms are slowly playing with themselves to be almost courteous, and they all have only one purpose.

But there's nothing bad about this, it's still the same sentence, it's cheap and not to take advantage of it, not to mention the cheapness they send to the door, and now the big house is in a difficult situation, so it's not bad to let them help more.

Thinking like this, Song Xinyi unceremoniously took the bun, trotted into the yard, and when she was full, Second Uncle Ling was really waiting for her outside, she didn't flinch, so she generously followed Second Uncle Ling into the pot.

As soon as she entered the pot, Song Xinyi saw that Uncle Yang was already busy on the pot, and hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

"Uncle Yang, morning."

"Fourth Young Master, it's not too early."