Not long after the two of them went to the side hall to eat, the heavy rain finally stopped, and the golden crow opened the clouds and sprinkled thousands of rays of light, and the small puddles on the ground soon became shallow.

The road from Changling Mountain to Luoyu Temple is flat because of the large number of people, although the ground on the road is still muddy at this time, it can also be walked, Xiao Jingshu does not want to wait any longer.

The two searched around the temple, but did not see Liu Qi and others, thinking that they had already gone down the mountain.

Pei Han flew to look for the carriage, Xiao Jingshu waited at the gate of the temple, and saw from a distance that the little monk he had seen in the pear orchard was honestly following the middle-aged monk in a robe, Xiao Jingshu couldn't help but be surprised.

When I saw this child before, he was very ghostly, and after a while, he seemed to be a different person, and she was curious for a while, and she couldn't help but look at the middle-aged monk next to the little monk a few more times.

Xu was aware of her gaze, and the middle-aged monk glanced over to this side, and then walked over.

After seeing the appearance of this monk clearly, Xiao Jingshu was stunned, and the expression on her face was quite complicated and indescribable, not that this monk looked so miserable or shocked that he cried ghosts and gods, but ...... It's too bitter, if you look at the facial features separately, every place is very ordinary, and you can't find it when you throw it into the crowd, but it becomes a bitter gourd face on his face.

The kind of person who clearly has a smile in his eyes, but his face is full of sadness.

Xiao Jingshu thought, she probably understood why the little monk was so obedient in front of this monk, with such a face, she didn't need to say anything to stop the child from crying at night, okay?

When she got closer, Xiao Jingshu realized that the red robe on the monk's body was brightly colored, obviously new or rarely on the upper body, while the monk's robe on his body was made of linen cloth and had an old color.

One new and one old, but also peculiar.

She folded her hands and made a Buddha salute: "Amitabha, I don't know what this master is doing with the little lady?" ”

She didn't believe in Buddhism before, even if there are really gods and Buddhas in this world, but those so-called gods and Buddhas who are high up in the sky, how can they ever care about the thousands of Li people under their feet? Just like humans don't look down to pay attention to the lives of the ants under their feet.

But she died, and she came alive again.

It's not something that can be explained by science, and although she still doesn't understand why, it doesn't stop her from being in awe of the unknown.

Xiao Jingshu waited for a while and didn't hear the monk's reply, she raised her head slightly, and met the monk's gaze, which was calm and imperceptible to the inquiry.

Xiao Jingshu frowned, even in the future life, it would be extremely impolite to stare at people like this, let alone in this era of conservative rules.

And...... She had the secret of rebirth, and she wasn't sure if the so-called masters could see anything, but although the monk's gaze was peaceful, it gave her a sense that she had nowhere to hide.

She hung her head slightly, avoiding the monk's gaze.

As if sensing that this move was inappropriate, the monk withdrew his gaze and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the poor monk is wise and bitter, he has seen the donor, but the donor's father is surnamed Xiao?" ”

Is he wise? Xiao Jingshu's face flashed a little strange, and she didn't know if this was a person like her name or a person?

She glanced at the little monk beside him, and then remembered where she had heard this name, Aunt Liu had said before that today's three refuges were presided over by Master Zhiku.

And...... She seems to have heard her father say the name before? It's just that she has been to Luo Yu Temple many times, but she hasn't seen him once.