"Young man, don't Amitabha, take advantage of the fact that you are still young now, and turn back to the shore ......" The old man spoke again just now, looking like he was teaching earnestly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

These words seem to be teaching, but when he looked at the trembling body of the old man, Wang San suddenly felt awkward, and was speechless in his heart: "You are so old, you think about Oiran, and you actually persuade others to ......turn back."

But now that so many people are watching, Wang San doesn't dare to say it, he is silent, and said calmly: "Your donors must have recognized the wrong person." ”

"No way. Immediately, someone was anxious and shouted: "Xiao Wang Xiu wants to quibble, I was also in Yuxuan Pavilion at that time, and I saw your appearance with my own eyes, even if you turn to ashes, I will recognize you." ”

"I'll go, what a hatred this is. Wang San sighed secretly, but said: "This benefactor, impulse is the devil, there is no misunderstanding that cannot be solved, and the poor monk will definitely give everyone a reasonable explanation." ”

Then he looked around, and finally his eyes fell on a four or five-year-old child not far away, and said, "This little benefactor, please show the portrait in your hand to the poor monk." ”

The child didn't seem to hear it, licking the sugar gourd in his hand, Wang San felt embarrassed, Zhang Xiaoyu on the side snickered, and said, "Little friend, can you show the painting in your hand to my sister?"

As soon as the words fell, the child jumped off his father's shoulder, ran under the grain cart, and said in a milky voice: "Beautiful sister, you want a painting." ”

Seeing this scene, Wang San's heart trembled, thinking: "If you have a father, you must have a son, and you can't learn well at such a young age......"

Zhang Xiaoyu jumped out of the grain truck, took the painting, rubbed the child's head, and said with a smile: "The child is so well-behaved......"

The child grinned, and then ran back to his father, Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Wang San proudly, shook the painting in his hand, and said, "Stinky monk, you want the painting." ”

Wang San took the painting, pretended to look at it for a while, and then showed a sad look, and cried bitterly: "Brother, brother, why are you doing evil everywhere again...... Since you were a child, you liked to peek at the widow next door taking a bath, and your brother was beaten for you, and when you grew up, you became a bandit, secretly abducted and abducted, and I became a monk, and now you are guilty of public anger again, and the poor monk is willing to take you to suffer, as the saying goes, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell. ”

The words were impassioned and burst into tears.

Everyone was moved by Wang San's broad mind, except for two people, one was Zhang Xiaoyu, and the other was all the same, thinking: "When did Xiao San have a younger brother, hasn't he been in Wulong Temple since he was a child?"

Wang San jumped out of the grain cart, carried his hands on his back, straightened his waist, and stood facing the sun.

The golden glow of winter, sprinkled on his body, although faint, was gilded with a layer of gold, especially the bald head, which reflected a dazzling brilliance......

The crowd around them had the illusion that it was not a monk standing in front of them, but a Buddha.

At the same time, Wang San spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, just come!"

He said this, but he kept observing the movements around him, and seeing that everyone didn't rush over, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart: "This matter seems to be in the past......"

Zhang Xiaoyu on the side pursed her lips, she used to hate Wang San's appearance the most, but at this moment, she felt quite interesting.

Everyone hesitated, the monk in front of him was clearly a monk, how could he go to Lichun Temple?

"Master, I believe you are not Xiao Wang. A man shouted.