The old monk took off the rosary on his wrist and turned around, his face becoming serious.

"Amitabha Buddha means yes, not no, and everything should return to its true nature. How can the sky be the sun, the beam is the pillar, the dragon is the phoenix, and the flower is the wood, this is not distinguished, and the heavens will not promise, and it will eventually harm others and themselves. Amitabha."

The old monk was a little angry, and what he said was awe-inspiring, and he was very monk-like.

Lilac also understands that if she doesn't return to her true nature, she will harm others and herself.

There was no way back for her.

Lilac shook again and said, "Master Xie is instructing. But there are some things I can't do, and I want to ask Qiu Wangzhi for help. Some things are not easy to say clearly, and I want to borrow the mouth of the master...... Is it done?"

The old monk said, "If Lord Qiu doesn't help, Lao Ne can't take care of it, it's a matter between the little donor and him. However, the old man believes in the small benefactor's personality, and occasionally borrows the mouth of the old man, which can also be used. It's just that Lao Ne's mouth has been weak and hot lately, and the little donor has asked people to send ice cream, snow balls, and flatbread a few more times."

It means that he has no objection to Qiu Wangzhi's help, and his mouth can also be lent, but he must always be filial to the delicious food.

Lilac said, "Thank you, Master, I'll make it regularly and have people send it."

It was done, but she didn't have much joy. I don't know how her life will change after the truth comes out.

Lilac took out the dream totem in the dream again, "The master has traveled all over the world, have you seen this pattern?"

The old monk glanced at it, lowered his eyes and said, "Amitabha, it seems that Lao Ne's words are too much."

Lilac also said, "I can also make a luxury version of ice cream, which is even more delicious."

The old monk shook his beard, "I've tasted the ice cream first."

Ding Xiang didn't dare to ask again, and talked about Ding Pandi's injury.

The old monk said, "The recovery is very good, and at this level, it will not take a year to recover. The purple snake is precious, and it can be wiped once every five days. It was her fate that the donor met the little donor, otherwise her hand would be invalid in one year, and her life would be gone in two years."

The old monk drank all the tea in the tea bowl in one go, took out a snow ball from the food box and ate it, and glanced out the window.

It's a send-off.

Lilac could see that the old monk had lost his patience. Tomorrow she will personally bring ice cream to see if she can squeeze some more words from another angle.

Tomorrow is the twenty-sixth, so I have to postpone the day to go to Taofu for class.

Lilac got up to say goodbye, if she hurried to eat fast, maybe she could still meet Qiu Wangzhi.

When I went out, I saw the little monk having a great time with Feifei.

The little monk got up and asked Lilac, "Feifei always opens his mouth wide and arches the poor monk, what does it mean?"

Lilac glanced at her and smiled, "It's begging you for something delicious."

The little monk touched his bald head, "I'm sorry, the poor monk doesn't have anything to eat here."

Lilac said secretly, fortunately, there is no food here that Feifei wants, otherwise it will come to the little monk in anger, and this place is much farther than Sun's mansion.

When they left the Zen courtyard, Ding Zhuang and a few people came over. I first went to each hall to worship the Buddha and Bodhisattva, and then went to the hall together.

Lilac hugged Feifei tightly, for fear that it would fly out to catch birds to eat.

It's a little thing.

Lilac stood at the door of the hall and looked in, which was filled with rectangular tables. A table can seat ten people, and almost every table is full.

After looking closer, I finally saw that there was only one person sitting at a table.

The man was wearing a navy blue arrow-sleeved robe and a golden crown of hair, Qiu Wangzhi was eating the most famous Arhat noodles in Puguang Temple.

They all eat with black faces, like debt collectors.

No wonder no one shared a table with him.

Lilac walked over.

"Lord Qiu, can you share a table?"

Qiu Wangzhi raised his head, he had heard the word "table sharing" for the first time, but understood the meaning. said, "Oh, please, whatever."

After speaking, continue to eat noodles.

The little monk went to buy noodles very well, and Aya'er and Wang Kai followed to serve noodles.

On the way, he said that this fast was invited by the little monk, and the account was recorded on his master's head.

Ding Xiang and Ding Zhuang sat opposite Qiu Wangzhi.

There were two bowls next to Qiu Wangzhi, one large and one small, and the noodles inside were almost untouched, but the person left.

Feifei is not honest standing on Lilac's lap. It was hungry, and looked at Qiu Wangzhi, who was eating noodles, drooling.

It also saw a lump of meat in a big bowl.

The neck stretched out towards the bowl.

Lilac tapped its little head and whispered, "That's vegetarian meat, bean tendon, not real meat."

I don't know if it didn't understand or didn't believe it, it broke free of Lilac's hand and jumped onto the table.

It walked to Qiu Wangzhi's big bowl, stretched its neck and sniffed it, it was indeed not the meat it liked.

Disgusted, he stood still and screamed a few times.

Qiu Wangzhi was so amused by it that he tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Lilac said secretly, this person may be too angry, and he doesn't even show his teeth when he laughs.

It's not easy to ask him for help.

Lilac got up and hugged Feifei hard.

The little monk came with a bowl of noodles and sat next to the cloves. Aya'er brought two bowls of noodles, one for cloves and one for Ding Zhuang.

The king began with two bowls of noodles, one for Aya'er and one for himself.

They are all Luohan noodles, covered with sauce-colored bean tendons and green vegetables, bubbling with aroma.

At this time, a handsome young woman sat next to Qiu Wangzhi with a little girl in her arms.

The young woman was very respectful, not like the mother of the little girl, but more like a nurse.

Qiu Wangzhi didn't eat noodles anymore, looking at the girl's eyes was very soft, and said gently, "The noodles are almost cold, eat some more."

The little girl is more than two years old, very beautiful, wearing a pink dress and a blue dress. It's just too thin, with a small chin and a pointed chin, combed with two small pinchs.

The nurse picked up a small bowl to feed the little girl, and said softly, "Sister, it's good."

The little girl's little head tilted to the side and pouted, "The face is not good."

The speech is not clear, and the word "eat" is said to be "seven".

"Goo-goo-goo."

Feifei likes children, and breaks away from the cloves and jumps on the table.

The little girl was immediately attracted by Feifei on the table, and her godless eyes lit up, and she smiled, "Big Bird, Big Bird."

Lilac knew that the child was Qiu Wangzhi's daughter, and his daughter-in-law gave birth to the child and died.

Hardly anyone mentions Qiu Wangzhi's children.

Seeing this, Qiu Wangzhi took the small bowl and said, "Han'er eats a bite of noodles, and the birds will 'coo'."

The voice was soft and soft, and it almost warmed Lilac's heart.

Because she was disobedient when she was a child, her grandfather and father coaxed her with this tone.

In particular, the word "coo" is not like it came out of those two thin lips.

This kind of Qiu Wangzhi surprised everyone on the other side, except for the little monk.

Qiu Yuhan looked at his father, then at Feifei, and asked, "Really?"

Qiu Wangzhi glanced at Lilac pleadingly, and said softly, "Of course it's true, when did Daddy deceive Han'er?"

Qiu Yuhan's small mouth opened wide, and Qiu Wangzhi fed her a mouthful of noodles.

Lilac reached out and scratched Feifei's belly.