The big beautiful eyes seem to be filled with stars, wearing a monk's small clothes, and a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads hanging on his chest, with a full sense of Zen, which is completely different from the modernization of the metropolis, as if he accidentally broke into this modern world from a corner of the world.

If you take a few photos and post them on Weibo, you will definitely be able to become an Internet celebrity monk and a small spokesperson for the ancient temple.

The host looked down at Xiao Ping'an, who was yawning: "I'm sorry, donor." ”

"Really, can't you? I'll just take a picture, just one piece. The female tourist's eyes were full of anticipation.

"I'm sorry." The presiding officer of the Great Mercy and Grace Temple, the voice of refusal cannot be ignored.

"Ah...... It's a shame. The female tourist was unwilling to see the big monk holding the hand of the little monk and walking into the Great Mercy and Grace Temple.

At night, the ancient temple is not open to the public, female tourists can only stop at the door, and then do not forget to take advantage of the disappearance of the two backs, with a single-lens reflex camera to take several backs, how to shoot, all make her heart cute, it is so cute.

Such a beautiful child, who is so ruthless to send to the temple to be a monk, it is really a tyrannical thing, if it is her little baby, she must be reluctant, and she has to take pictures every day to show her son in the circle of friends.

The little monk followed Fan Si into the Great Ci'en Temple, climbed the wooden stairs, and his voice was milky.

"Master, when will Baba complete his mission and come to pick me up and take me home?"

"Soon."

The little monk's eyes are shining, full of anticipation, and the happy little steps are filled with sweet fragrance, so good, when he doesn't have to be a little monk, he can eat big chicken legs, big pig trotters, big duck necks, big fat sheep......

It must be delicious, and a little saliva comes straight from the side of the mouth.

The little monk gave birth to a cute little tongue and licked the little saliva that flowed out of himself, so looking forward to it, he had never eaten meat......

The little monk took a firm small step to step towards the world of meat, and from then on he would be a little monk who loved meat.

"Master, can I go to the playground to play with the Ferris wheel in the future?"

It seems to be very fun, but he hasn't played before, he can only watch other children being led by Baba Ma Ma to play, not envious, hum, this little monk has not been envious at all, and he is not convinced to fight!

Van Si didn't answer, and went straight upstairs.

The little monk's eyes were gurgling, the master must be angry, angry that he didn't want to recite the scriptures but was greedy for fun.

But he is clearly just a little cutie who has been delayed by chanting, his ambition is obviously no meat and no joy, and he is not Amitabha Buddha at all~~

"Master, master......"

The little monk walked on his short legs, followed with his fart, wasted his strength, and when he caught up with Fan Si, Fan Si was already kneeling on the mat, knocking on the wooden fish very rhythmically.

The little monk crossed his short legs, sat next to Fansi, listened to the sound of the wooden fish, dozed off rhythmically, and nodded like a bell and drum.

Heart: Help~~~

He listened to the sound of knocking on the wooden fish...... Counting on my little fingers, I don't know how many years have passed.

He listens to it all in his sleep, and he listens to it forever, he can't move, and he can't wake up, only the wooden fish accompanies his whole world.

However, the little monk never felt lonely, because the master said that after Baba finished what he promised the master, he would come to pick him up, and the little monk knew that he was a cute little girl with Baba, not that no one wanted~~