When I entered the Dharma Hall, I saw an old monk in his seventies or eighties, perhaps even older, sitting cross-legged on the high platform in front of him. His face was wrinkled, his complexion was pink, his white beard hung down to his chest, and he wore a red robe, which made him particularly intelligent at first sight.

Master Mingyuan closed his eyes and lectured, and when Lilac entered, his eyes opened a slit and glanced over there.

There were more than a hundred monks sitting in front of them, and three or four hundred lay people and pilgrims sitting outside, all of whom bowed their heads and closed their eyes, put their palms up on their crossed legs, and listened very carefully.

Ding Zhuang and Ding Xiang sat on the two futons on the left side of the outermost part under the guidance of the welcoming monk, and there were only a few people sitting in this row.

The old and the young couldn't understand it, one listened and listened, and the other turned his little head to watch the excitement.

Lilac is short and can only see the back of a person's head. She lifted her ass and moved the futon, and over the shoulders of the person in front of her, she could see the side of the old monk.

She found out that there was a small monk sitting behind the old monk. The little monk looked like he was four or five years old, wearing gray monk's robes, with a long string of prayer beads hanging around his neck, and he hung his head and listened carefully.

Being a monk at such a young age is pitiful enough.

But being able to sit behind Master Mingyuan shows that he has a high status, at least he is a disciple of the old monk. can be a personal disciple of Master Mingyuan, looking at the body is very fat, and he will not be pitied.

The little monk's head drooped lower and lower, and when he was about to fall to the ground and his whole body was about to lie down, he suddenly straightened up and raised his head. The eyes were still closed, the small mouth was half-open, and a silver thread flowed from the corners of the mouth.

It's asleep.

Letting a child listen to Zen so early is really frustrating.

There was a hint of pity in Lilac's eyes.

I saw the little monk's little head tilt back suddenly, and when he felt that he was about to fall, he straightened up again, and then hung down and continued to point up and down.

This kid is like a tumbler, so happy.

Lilac laughed out loud, so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth.

There was also a chuckle from the side.

Lilac turned her head, and it was a beautiful girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, separated from her by three empty futons.

Suddenly, there was a snoring sound on the left, and the girl laughed again.

Lilac turned her head, and the snoring sound came from Ding Zhuang's mouth, and his beard was still blown fluttering.

Lilac hurriedly shook Ding Zhuang's arm and said in a low voice, "Master, wake up, you can't sleep."

Ding Zhuang woke up suddenly, saw that it was the Fatang, and quickly sat up straight, opening his eyes vigorously. After a while, his eyes closed unobediently, and a snoring sounded again.

Lilac shook him awake again.

The little monk in front continued to point a little in front, leaned back and slept very soundly.

This old and young slumbering look amused Lilac and the girl straight to joy. After the two covered their mouths and finished having fun, they had to look at each other and smile, and share ridiculous things with each other. net

The girl is very beautiful, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, bright eyes and bright teeth, and two big dimples for a smile, which is very pleasing.

When Lilac was watching the excitement and was not too high, she didn't notice that there was another person sitting on the leftmost futon. The man lowered his head and listened to the Zen, but from time to time tilted his head slightly to the left.

This made the later Lilac Queen afraid, and someone paid close attention to himself and didn't see it. If it is an enemy, and there is no one to protect him, grandpa and himself will suffer.

In her previous life, she didn't like children, but this life has completely changed, and she gets carried away when she sees the cute little Zhengtai.

Finally stayed up until the end of noon, and Master Mingyuan finished speaking.

The little monk and Ding Zhuang both came to their senses. The former disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the latter was spiritual, as if he had just been cleansed by the soul.

Everyone got up and walked out of the Dharma Hall.

As soon as the girl went out, she was surrounded by several mothers-in-law and girls, and she smiled and beckoned to Lilac.

Lilac smiled and beckoned to her.

After looking at it again, he actually saw Zhu Zhan and Qin Hai walking out of the Dharma Hall. As if they didn't know Lilac, they laughed and walked away.

Ding Xiang had already discovered that Zhu Qian and Zhu Zhan, a father and son, would never go out of Jiaodong at the same time. cinnabar

sneak someone out, and Zhu Zhan will stay at home. And when Zhu Zhan comes out, Zhu Qian will stay at home again.

After going to the dining hall to eat fasting, Lilac and a few people walked out.

No one came to invite them, so they were going to find the Zen monastery where Master Mingyuan lived.

Just as he was hesitating, a little monk came over.

He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, can the little benefactor be surnamed Ding?"

It was the little monk sitting behind Master Mingyuan. The little monk has bright eyes, white and fat, and is extremely beautiful and pleasing.

Lilac smiled, "I'm surnamed Ding. However, the little master is much younger than me, so he shouldn't call me 'little benefactor.'"

The little monk blushed, and the master said, "Little donor," and he called along.

He hurriedly made a gesture, "It's the poor monk who said the wrong thing, and he should be called a female benefactor." The poor monk master invited the female benefactor to move to the meditation room to discuss meditation."

Only the small donors were invited, not the old ones.

Ding Zhuang, Aya'er, and Mama Chai still went along.

This is a disciple of the master, maybe there will be a chance to meet in the future, and I have to have a good relationship with him. Moreover, Lilac is very fond of this child.

Lilac asked, "Little Master's name?"

The little monk smiled, "The poor monk's name is Hongyi."

Lilac blurted out, "Oh, monk."

Xiao Hongyi blushed and said modestly, "The poor monk's cultivation is still shallow, and he doesn't dare to be called a high monk."

Seeing his shy and pretended to be a deep little appearance, Aunt Ding loved it to death.

This is a little innocent who has not been touched by the world, and he must not be able to withstand the temptation of the young lady.

She smiled more kindly, took off the purse tied around her waist, took out a glutinous rice date and put it in his mouth, and stuffed the whole purse into his hand.

"This is the glutinous rice date I made, which is so delicious."

The little monk Hongyi originally wanted to excuse himself and not accept bribes, but the special sweetness in his mouth made his eyes light up, and he was reluctant to return the things.

Lilac smiled with satisfaction, and took one of his hands familiarly, "I'm a good person, my name is Lilac, you can call me Ding Shizhu, or you can call me Sister Ding."

The little monk felt the urge to cry.

It turns out that being held by someone is so sweet, as sweet as the dates in your mouth.

Growing up so big, no one has ever been so close to him. Whenever he saw other children being held and led by his parents, he was very envious.

He didn't know who hugged him when he couldn't remember, but no one hugged him since he remembered.

He asked Master, "Master, what about the disciple's father and mother?"

"Amitabha, monks don't have fathers and mothers, only good karma."

"Can Master hug me?"

The master glanced at him, lowered his eyes and said, "Amitabha, every day you know what is wrong, and every day you change."

And then it was gone. For three days in a row, he only gave him steamed buns and pickles for every meal, and he didn't dare to say those stupid things anymore.

Hongyi's eyes were a little red, and he was reluctant to pull his hand out. Even if he was punished and ate steamed buns and pickles for ten days in a row, he would have to let Sister Ding hold his hand.

"Sister Ding" only dared to shout in her heart.