In a small wine shop, a ranger with an unsheathed wooden sword and a dirty black wine gourd at his waist completely ignored the fact that a five or six-year-old novice next to him kept saying: "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color." "I had a lively chat with the proprietress in front of the counter, and there was no word of meat.

The ranger's eyes wandered wantonly on the boss's plump breasts and buttocks, the boss lady was also hot and charming, and she didn't care about the ranger's obscene gaze, and even deliberately stood up when the ranger's eyes swept over her chest, provoking the little monk next to her to scold in a low voice: "Fairy", although the voice was small, but the boss lady still heard it, the boss lady was not only annoyed, "giggles" laughed even more, the ranger's eyes were straight, but he scolded the little monk: "Stinky boy, what do you know."

The proprietress didn't care about the ranger's aggressive eyes, and asked: "Little brother, your son" Without waiting for the ranger to answer, the little monk shouted first: "Who is his son, I am ......" Just about to speak, he saw the ranger staring at him, but the little monk was not to be outdone and stared back with his big round eyes, but he didn't say anything more.

The two glared at each other for a while, but the ranger showed weakness, withdrew his gaze, and said to the proprietress: "This is not my son, this is my little ancestor." ”

Then, I stopped talking to the proprietress, took down the dark wine gourd on my waist, filled the proprietress with a gourd of wine, groped for a small piece of silver from my arms for a long time, handed it to the proprietress, and did not forget to take the opportunity to take advantage of the proprietress, and touched it fiercely in the hand of the proprietress who reached out to take the money. Then he said in a grand manner that he didn't need to look for it, so the proprietress looked at him with contempt, and he didn't have to look for it.

As if he didn't see the disdainful eyes of the proprietress, the ranger picked up the wine gourd, turned sideways and was about to pull the little monk away, but found that the little monk had already walked quickly to the door of the store.

Then the ranger called out in a flattering voice: "My dear little Buddha, wait for me", the little monk heard this and thought he was ashamed, so he trotted up directly, and the ranger chased after him.

On the mountain and forest trail, the ranger drank the liquor in the gourd, and the little monk was lying on his back, and the little monk looked at the dirty black wine gourd and said: "The surname Liu, this gourd is so dirty, it is all black, and when you meet the river in front, I will help you wash it", the ranger hurriedly pretended to be grateful and smiled: "The little Buddha is bothered, tired of the little Buddha, but the little Buddha is not afraid of blackening his hands?"

The little monk immediately pretended to be a monk and said: "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate, I am not as good as hell, whoever goes to hell, let the poor monk help Master Liu Shi to transform this thing and drive away the surface of the filth." After saying that, both of them laughed, and scared away many birds in the forest.

After laughing for a while, the ranger looked forward and looked into the distance: "Little soup dumplings, are you really deeply rooted in wisdom and profound in Buddhism?"

The little monk heard the suspicion in the ranger's words: "Bad Liu Lang, I was originally the best Huigen in the temple except for my master, and I have read so many scriptures in the temple." Master said that I am a hundred years, no, a thousand years, anyway, it is rare for many years, and I will definitely become a Buddha in the future."

Ranger seemed to like to tease the little monk, and continued: "Cut, you and your master are the only two people in your temple, the old monk and the little monk, the two of them are more interesting than Huigen? ”

"Bad Liu Lang, what do you know, the master said that my wisdom is good, and the master also said that the Dharma is connected, four books are enough, the Buddhist scriptures are not important, and the Buddha's meaning can be understood. Bad Liu Lang, if you bully me again, I will tell the master when the time comes, and let the master beat you hard. ”

The little monk mentioned his master, Liu Lang was a little sad, the interesting old monk may have passed away now, but Liu Lang hid his sadness very well. "Okay, little dumplings, how dare I bully you, Little Buddha?"

The little monk was happy when he heard that Ranger was soft, but when he heard Liu Lang calling him a little soup dumpling, he threatened again: "Bad Liu Lang, don't call me a little soup dumpling in the future, otherwise I will beat you hard after I become a Buddha." In the eyes of the little monk, spanking is the biggest punishment, and while speaking, he gently patted Liu Lang's cheek with his fleshy little hand around Liu Lang's neck, Liu Lang didn't care, and let his little hand fiddle with his face. The little monk explained: "I won't let the master do it, the master is old, I'm afraid I'll be tired of beating you, this little Buddha will do it himself, let my master suppress me on the side!"

Liu Lang didn't hear the intimidation in his words at all, but heard the little monk's thoughts about his master, so he quickly changed the topic: "Okay, little soup ball"

"Hmph, you're screaming again"

"Got it, don't call it in the future, little gnocchi"

"Hmph, you big villain, bad Liu Lang, bad guy Liu Lang, you know how to bully me all day long. ”

"Okay, I'm afraid of you, then I'll ask you something serious, may I ask the little Buddha, then where do you say that our destined people are, and when can we see them!"

Liu Langcai didn't care about any destined person, but was afraid that the little monk's rolling tears and snot would fall, and then he painted his face with his little hands, so he diverted the topic again.

Sure enough, the little monk quickly put away the tears that were about to drop, "See you where you should be, see you when you should see" The little monk learned his master's tone and pretended to answer seriously.

"Really? Sounds interesting. ”

"Liu Lang, do you know martial arts?"

"Of course I will, my martial arts are high"

"How tall?"

"There are a few gnocchi as high"

"Hmph, it's bragging when I hear it", "Is it okay for me to give me that wooden sword?"

"It's not good, why do you want a wooden sword for a little monk, it's not as tall as a wooden sword"

"Give it to me"

"Don't give"

"Hmph, stingy"

"Liu Lang, can you worship me as a teacher and become a monk?

"Not good"

"Then will you worship my master as a teacher?"

"It's not good either"

"So, will you always be by my side?"

"Yes"

"Monks don't speak."

"I'm not a monk"

"Hmph, then you're lying."

"Don't worry, I'll always take you"

"Oh"

........

Dong Laxi pulled the little monk and fell asleep, just fell asleep on Liu Lang's back, felt the wet shoulder, Liu Lang smiled, and the little guy drooled again.

Listening to some noise in the mountains and forests, afraid of making the little monk sleep, Liu Lang said softly: "Shh~, silence."

Suddenly, the spirits of the mountains and the birds and beasts crept and trembled, lest they make a sound, and the mountains and forests at noon suddenly became silent.

Liu Lang also carefully kicked off the tattered straw sandals on his feet, and carefully stepped on the mountain and forest path with his bare feet, without making a sound or a trace of bumps.

On the quiet mountain and forest path at noon, I saw a ranger with a wooden sword on his waist and a dirty black wine pot on his waist walking barefoot on the path with a sleeping little monk on his back.

Wherever the ranger passed, ten thousand beasts crawled.