This mountain is called Qingyang Mountain, this temple is just a nameless small temple, no one knows when this temple was built, and no one knows how long the old monks of this temple have been guarding here, no one comes to worship, let alone talk about any incense, only a field cultivated by himself in the backyard, self-sufficient.

On this day, the old monk picked some vegetables and went to the town to exchange for some money, and wanted to buy some linen cloth to make a dress for himself, but unexpectedly on the way to the fabric store, he met an old woman who was selling a child who could just crawl. He knew that if he gave the money to the old woman, when the money was spent, she would still sell the child, and it would be better to take it to the temple herself, although it would be bitter, but it would not be miserable for a lifetime.

Who knows, one rainy night five years later, God actually sent another child, he smiled helplessly, but did not complain. Maybe that's what repays.

Don't look at the little monk, he is small, but his strength is not small! The old monk gave the little monk a name called Dali. The little monk is very industrious, and the old monk is very pleased.

In the blink of an eye, it's five years.

The small temple in the mountains is small, but it has come to life.

From time to time, you can hear the laughter of two children.

"Xiaotian, look, there is a cucumber growing on the shed in the field, and your brother Dali picked it for you to eat, okay?"

"Okay!" replied the five-year-old gentleman in a milky voice.

The old monk pinched the Buddha beads and stood behind the door with a knowing smile. "Are you two stealing again?"

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"Master! It's my greed! Don't blame Brother Dali!" Xiao Tian thought that the master was angry! and immediately ran to plead! "How can the master blame you?" The old monk touched Xiao Tian's head and said with a smile. "Vigorously, come here!"

He patted the dirt on his buttocks vigorously, and immediately stood up, "Master, I know it's wrong!" The old monk waved his hand, "Don't climb so high next time, tell the master what you want to eat, and the master will pick it for you!"

He knew that on weekdays, the master only drank some clear porridge, and these melons and fruits were reluctant to eat for himself and Xiaotian!

"You two are growing up, and these vegetables in the temple are probably not enough for your needs. The old monk rubbed his head vigorously. Then he said, "The master will take you on the next trip to the mountain in the past two days, go to the county seat to have a look, and do a Dharma trip! Buy you some delicious food and clothing!"

"Okay, yes, I'm going to the county seat, there's something delicious!" the two children danced happily!

The old monk also smiled happily!