As its name suggests, the temple is built in the depths of the bamboo forest, surrounded by tall and verdant bamboo, and the scenery is unique and impressive.

The temple is famous for its bodhisattva spiritual experience, and the incense burns constantly in the past, and the people who pious and prayed from the temple have been waiting in the forest, just to ask for what they wish and think. And the strange thing is that these days are different from the past, not to mention the visitors, even when they arrive at the gate of the temple, there is no monk figure, the unique smell of incense in the temple is covered by a thick blood, especially the strange quiet of this sacred place.

The drizzling rain stopped, and the crisp bamboo leaves were rolling with crystal clear water droplets, ready to move.

A black umbrella and a figure, walking silently, entered the bamboo temple.

The temple was littered with corpses, and it seemed that it had long been washed in blood. The murderer was frenzied, and there were several ordinary children among the corpses, their immature cheeks splashed with blood, and their round eyes were hollow and difficult to close.

Gu Mingran sighed, carefully bypassed these corpses, and walked into the main hall dedicated to the Buddha.

The Buddha statue is majestic, even if the blood flows outside, the sitting statue is still unstained with blood, and it is sacred and inviolable. The man in white looked at it for a few seconds, stepped forward, lifted his sleeves and gently knocked on the lotus throne of the Buddha statue, and said softly: "Come out." ”

The hall was silent for a long time, the white-clothed man was silent, and he lightly buckled the throne a few times, and a small figure staggered out from behind the Buddha statue.

"Ahh Buddha Midha.." This is a bald little monk, looking no more than 10 years old, his hands tremble and fold, with a pair of big apricot eyes, sucking a red nose: "Shi, donor.. Do you want to kill the little monk? ”

The man in white stretched out a hand towards him, his expression unwavering: "I'll take you away." ”

The little monk blinked his moist eyes, muttered a horn, and shook his head: "No... Small and small monks should live and die with the temple. ”

Mother, you and the temple will end up being a demon!

The young man stepped forward and grabbed him into his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Hold me tight!" ”

On his tiptoes, his body was like a flying swallow, and he took the little monk with a calm breath to quickly leave this defiled holy place.

The little monk struggled a little, but in the arms of the person holding him, a reassuring fragrance slowly wafted in his nose, his nose was sore, and his little hand picked up the young man's clothes, and finally chose to hold on.

Gu Luoran took him to the boat waiting on the shore: "Start the boat." ”

"Okay!" The boatman glanced curiously at the extra child in his arms, and paddled leisurely away from this bamboo forest.

Half a moment later, a large boat slowly stopped on the shore of the bamboo forest, and several tall and strong men with the footsteps of a young girl hurried into the temple in the forest.

The strong smell of blood that spread to the outside of the temple made several people change color, and they entered the temple and looked at the corpses all over the ground.

The comer's face was solemn, and after a long time, he slowly raised his big palm to give orders, and waved it down painfully:

"Search! Even if it's a corpse... Bring the little sect leader back too! ”

"Yes!"

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The bounty sent away the boatman who talked a lot, Gu Mingran picked up the little monk, covered his face with a black umbrella and walked into the inn.

"You're back!"

The familiar black umbrella with the sharp eyes of the shopkeeper appeared nearby, and he was at the door early, beckoning Gu Luoran to quickly step into the backyard under the eyes of the guests.

Gu Mingran entered the room and carefully placed the little monk on the bed.

"Owner, this is..."

"Go down." Coldly ordered, the white-clothed Langjun walked to the table, reached out and poured a glass of water, and handed it to the little monk who was choking.

The shopkeeper didn't dare to ask more, so he closed the door and left.

The little monk held the water cup and looked timidly at the people in the room.

"Shi, donor... Why save the little monk? ”

The young man pulled over a chair and sat down, staring at the little monk and said:

"I'll save you, because I like you to be my son."

The little monk was so frightened that he hiccuped, and his head shook like a rattle: "I.. Can a young monk refuse? ”

The little bald head shook his head and refused timidly, the appearance of the water doll was pitiful and cute, Gu Mingran's heart softened, but he pretended to be vicious and stepped forward, reaching out to grab the little monk's cheek: "If you don't want it, you have to ask for it!" If you say no, I'll kill you! ”

"Little, little..." The little bald head was frightened, his black eyes widened, the water droplets were shining, a few round rolled and fell, the tender red lips trembled, and he couldn't say a single sentence.

"Well, have you thought about it?"

Gu Mingran let go and asked.

His throat choked for a while, and the little monk pursed his mouth, but finally couldn't hold back, and cried out: "Little, little monk.... The donor's subordinates are merciful. ”

"Bag." Gu Luoran was worried that he was really frightened, so he hurriedly hugged the little monk into his arms and coaxed: "Don't cry, don't kill you, be my son, it's too late for Dad to love you in the future!" ”

“... Ba, ba..." The little monk snorted while crying: "Why, why baba... Love little monk....? ”

......" youth: "Are you hungry, I'll get you something to eat." ”

The little monk had tears in his eyes, nodded, hurriedly shook his head, and asked in a low voice: "Do you have to promise the donor to have food...?" ”

The young man put him back on the bed, got up and bent a pair of peach blossom eyes: "Fool, I'm joking." ”

Seeing that the little monk was so resistant, his idea of cultivating the three views of the male protagonist since he was a child faded a lot.

The little monk stared at him through tears, a young man in white, his black hair was like splashing ink, his eyes seemed to be flowing through spring water, and his face was like beautiful jade.

A warm and familiar feeling suddenly surged in his heart, and an urgent urge that he had never had before spoke timidly: "Shi, donor, after all, the life of the little monk is saved by the donor, and the little monk wants to repay the favor and is willing to do all the sundries for the donor..."

"Huh?" The young man put his hand on the side of the wooden chair and chuckled: "Just you? You should take care of your little body, I don't lack dry sundries. ”

The little monk lowered his eyes in dejection, and the moist tears brewed again.

Gu Luoran touched his bald head: "You little guy really loves to cry, if you really want to repay me, you will be my son." ”

Sighing that it was good, he turned and walked to the window to open it, and whistled shortly.

The shopkeeper quickly walked over.

"Go get some vegetarian food." He commanded.

The shopkeeper stepped back.

Looking back, seeing that the little monk on the bed was still hanging his head, and he didn't know what to think about anymore, Gu Mingran touched his chin and decided not to disturb him.

Outside the window, the weather was just right, the sky was blue, and the daylight was warm and warm.

The birdsong came from the green branches, crisp and delicate.

"Shi, donor..."

The little monk raised his head and subtly called to the young man leaning against the window. The young man's eyes looked into the distance, and the golden sunlight fell diagonally on his beautiful face.

The little monk's heart popped up in an instant.

Donor.. Looks so good.

"Huh?" Gu Luoran lazily turned his eyes to look at him.

The little monk swallowed his saliva, nervously tugged at his hem, and said hesitantly, "..... Brothers. May I? He looked at the young man uneasily and expectantly.

Gu Mingran propped his chin and looked at him for a moment.

The little monk couldn't help but hold his breath, for some reason, his heart resisted the young son's suggestion, but longed for the identity of his younger brother.

The atmosphere was peaceful for a while.

"Knock Knock"

Just when the little monk was panicking and speculating, there was a knock at the door.

"Owner, Su Zhai is here."

"Come in." The young man agreed, and the shopkeeper respectfully opened the door and ordered his subordinates to serve a plate of good vegetarian dishes to the table.

"Shuge, let's eat." The young man beckoned to the little monk on the bed.

The little monk pointed to himself tremblingly: "Books, books? ”

Gu Shuran said: "Gu Shuge is your future name, my younger brother." ”

The big watery eyes lit up, and the little monk said excitedly: "The little monk is so happy." ”

"What a little monk," the young man walked over and picked him up, "Now that we have returned to the world, after today's vegetarian meal, some habits should be changed." ”

There were probably outsiders present, and his attitude was not as good as Fang Cai, and he was a little cold, but the little monk felt tenderness from his embrace.

"In the future, you will be my younger brother, I will teach you the best martial arts, teach you to read and write." The young man touched his bald head.

The little monk blinked his eyes movingly and hugged the young man tightly.

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Extraneous:

A small world of cultivation, Xiao Gu also has his own plans for the little monk~~ Anyway, when the little monk is blackened, it is also very cool, I like to cultivate the blackening (cover my face)

Gu Luoran: fuck, you get out of here.

Gu Shuge (Adult Edition): Little Monk.. Can the little monk (grass) brother mean? (Star Eye)