[Why don't you listen to it?] Isn't it possible to divulge the secrets? 】

[The monks are like this, hey, no way, the gods are chattering, anyway, I am a staunch materialist, and I never believe in these ghosts and gods. 】

[That's right, if Bye-bye is really so effective, then everyone doesn't have to work hard, to put it bluntly, it's just asking for psychological comfort.] 】

Everyone took off the microphone from their collars and handed it to the photographer to help him keep it.

When it was ready, the monk slowly pushed open the small wooden door.

A stream of sandalwood came out of the house in the coolness, and there was also the sound of unhurried rhythm and "knocking" wooden fish in my ears.

Xiao Fubao stepped into the threshold with curiosity.

Following the prestige, I saw a tall man kneeling on a futon, with his back to them.

For a moment, Xiao Fubao seemed to see another figure through him.

The eye sockets were instantly moist.

"Master......"

Hearing Xiao Fubao's voice, the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly.

The motionless figure kneeling on the futon slowly stood up, revealing a face that was somewhat familiar to her as she turned.

Xiao Fubao squinted his eyes and tilted his head, as if he was trying to think about the man's memory.

Then she raised her head and looked at the monk, and said with some surprise: "It's you!" ”

The monk smiled at her: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but it's really good that the little benefactor has found his family." ”

Sang Wanzhou on the side looked down at Xiao Fubao and asked suspiciously: "Do you know him?" ”

Xiao Fubao nodded: "Fubao remembers a little, Fubao was only three years old at that time, and this master once came to the temple to find Fubao's master. ”

The rest of the people were a little surprised, they didn't expect the two to have such a fate.

Then, Xiao Fubao's eyes dimmed little by little: "On the day the master left, this master also came. ”

Because everyone was so sad at the time, she just accidentally saw it and didn't pay much attention to it.

"That is actually the aunt of the poor monk, because the aunt is unwell all the year round, so every once in a while, the poor monk will go to see her, today I learned that the little donor will come to the temple, so I want to see the aunt to see if the little donor is doing well in her own home."

The monk's words paused, and his gaze swept over everyone: "It seems that things are doing well now, and even so, my aunt can rest in peace." ”

Xiao Fubao held one hand on his chest with tears in his eyes, saluted him, and stubbornly did not let the tears fall: "Thank you, Master." ”

The monk then took out a small box from a small drawer on the bookshelf in the room and handed it to her.

"Before my aunt left, she gave this to me, and she calculated that we would meet again after the little benefactor found his parents in the future, and she asked me to give this to you when I see you again."

Xiao Fubao opened the box and saw that inside was a Buddhist bead bracelet in a transparent sealed bag.

She recognized at a glance that this was the string that the master wore on weekdays, it looked a little old, but there was no trace, which showed how much the owner of the item cherished on weekdays.

At the moment he saw the bracelet, Xiao Fubao's tears couldn't help falling anymore.

"Uh......h Master......"

Lin Feiwan wanted to bend down and hold her in her arms in distress, but she was afraid of interrupting her nostalgia.

It seems that Ah Jue's master is really good to her, she doesn't say it on weekdays, but she has actually seen her hiding in the room many times, quietly wiping her tears with that old photo.

Then he pretended to be strong and wiped away his tears and greeted them with a smile.

(End of chapter)