Zhong Wuhen took out a handkerchief and wiped off the stains on Feng Ruoer's mouth, "Have you eaten?"

Feng Ruoer looked around carefully, then nodded quietly, "Well, I'm ready to eat!"

"Do you go back or go for a walk?"

Feng Ruoer also looked outside, "Forget it, I'm a little tired, go back early!" Zhong Wuhen settled the bill, and as soon as the two of them left the door, they heard the noise at the door, which was the shouting and scolding of a guy in the store.

"I said, why are you so ungrateful, you are so ungrateful? You came to us two days ago. Our shopkeeper looked at you with pitifulness and gave you two steamed buns. You still have to finish it again and again. Do you know that this will affect our business?"

A thin little novice monk stood opposite the guy. The little novice monk looked pretty, but the monk's robe was very worn. The bowl used for begging for alms in his hand was missing a corner, but he was still held tightly in his hand. Even if the guy looked at each other like this, he was not angry at all, but said very respectfully: "Since you are not far away, I will leave. But don't blame me for talking more. You should be careful in the future and treat everything with a humble attitude, otherwise you will inevitably be eroded by everything."

"Hey, you little monk, I kindly advised you to leave. If someone else came, I would have beaten you out long ago, and you would have cursed me!" The guy who realized it later also pointed at the back of the little monk and shouted.

Zhong Wuhen also frowned at this time, "Who is that little novice monk? Hearing what you said, he seems to come here often!"

Listening to Zhong Wuhen's words, the gang turned around and said very respectfully: "It turned out to be two guests. Alas, that little monk is also a pitiful person. Originally, he was a monk from Jing'an Temple in the city. Jing'an Temple is in the west of the city. It is usually worshipped incense, so there is no need for such a little monk to go out to beg for alms. But two months ago, the abbot of Jing'an Temple suddenly died suddenly, and the monks in the temple also dispersed. After going to other places, only this little monk was left. He was struggling to guard Jing'an Temple. Every day, in addition to accompanying the frogs of the Bodhisattva Buddha, he also had to go down the mountain to beg for alms."

Zhong Wuhen also took a breath, "So that's the case, then this little monk is also a pitiful person!"

Listening to Zhong Wuhen's words, the mate also responded, "Who said no, so several of our restaurants secretly discussed and took turns to be responsible for the meals of this little monk. But who knew that after he was full, the little monk asked us to donate money. He wanted to reshape the golden body for the Buddha and then reopen Jing'an Temple. Isn't this nonsense? So gradually, we didn't even provide food. You said that a little monk can be so greedy, which is really convinced!"

Zhong Wuhen glanced at the little shaman's floating steps. It was obvious that he had not eaten for many days. At this time, the little shaman still asked everyone, not like a monk at all, but even more like a beggar.

"Maybe he really has a heart towards Buddha!" ​​Zhong Wuhen also said slowly, then walked out of the restaurant and walked towards the inn.

Before he could walk a few steps, the little novice monk stood in front of the two and bowed to them, "Two donors, I am the abbot of Jing'an Temple. Can you please add some incense to our Jing'an Temple? The Buddha will definitely bless you."

Zhong Wuhen glanced at the little shaman and asked, "There is no problem to ask me to give you incense, but I have a question and I want to ask you to answer it."

The little novice monk slowly raised his head, "What are the questions the donor has? If I can answer them, I will naturally not hide them."

"My question is, you said that the Buddha will bless me, but I want to know why your Buddha did not bless you, your temple is in name only, and you are suffering such a dilemma. Where is your Buddha?" Zhong Wuhen said slowly, looking forward to the answer of this little novice monk.

The little novice thought for about two seconds before saying lightly: "The Buddha is naturally in his heart. As for why the Buddha is unwilling to help me solve my current predicament, it is naturally to test my Buddha heart, that's all."

Zhong Wuhen smiled faintly, "Oh, I understand. Is this what the so-called generals give great responsibilities to this man, must heal his will first be bitter?"

The little novice monk said again: "The same reason is the same but the words are different.

The Buddha will not give me great responsibilities. He treats sentient beings equally, and we are just one of them."

Zhong Wuhen nodded, "You said it right. With these words from you, I will pay for the money you built the temple. How about it?"

The little novice monk was neither happy nor sad, "Since that's the case, I would like to thank the donor!"

Zhong Wuhen laughed, "I live in the inn opposite me, but from tomorrow, I will enter the mountain, so I will temporarily hand over the money to the inn shopkeeper. You can just discuss with him directly."

The little novice nodded slowly, "As far as the donor said, I think the donor is a person of great luck. When I go to the mountain, I will definitely find what I need. However, the process may encounter some twists and turns, but what is the final result? I believe that the donor will have good luck!"

Zhong Wuhen also smiled faintly at the words of the little novice monk. Even after hearing this, he did not take it to heart. He turned around and entered the inn with Feng Ruoer, casually explained, and then left a purple gold coin. Zhong Wuhen returned to the other courtyard.

The little shaman looked at Zhong Wuhen’s back but did not leave for a long time. After a long time, the little shaman also slowly said: “This is really a noble man with great luck, but the female donor beside him, it’s a pity!”

Of course, Zhong Wuhen didn't know how much the little novice monk had changed. However, even if he knew, he would not have any thoughts. First, he had no interest in monks. Although he really admired those monks, he only knew how to recite scriptures and meditate all day long, and this boring life was unanimous, but he did not agree with it. Second, he didn't need it.

In the room in the other courtyard, Zhong Wuhen and Feng Ruoer were sitting next to the table. Feng Ruoer was lying down, one arm was placed under his head, and the other arm was placed on Zhong Wuhen's shoulder. "Zhong Wuhen, why did you help that little monk?"

Zhong Wuhen smiled with a pursed lips: "It's nothing, just treat it as a good deed. I don't lack money anyway, and didn't that young monk say that his Buddha is testing him, so why don't I make this test more violent?"

Listening to Zhong Wuhen’s words, Feng Ruoer was a little confused again, “What does this mean?”

Zhong Wuhen smiled and said, "Think about it, a young monk who was so down and unable to even eat, suddenly had a lot of money to build a temple and even reshape the golden body for the Buddha statue. Why would such a place happen to something?"

Feng Ruoer also covered her mouth at this time, with a fearful expression, "Will it be even more dangerous? Wow, you are so bad, so sinister, if not, I want to stay away from you." As she said that, she also had a tense face.

Zhong Wuhen also smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't you know that you are the monk? Since he is confident that he will have made the next preparations long ago. Don't worry, nothing will happen. At most, he will suffer a little bit of flesh and blood disaster."

Feng Ruoer looked at Zhong Wuhen’s serious expression, “Really?”

Zhong Wuhen smiled and said, "Of course it's true, but are you saying it true?"

"What?" Before Feng Ruoer could react, she was picked up by Zhong Wuhen and came to the bedside.

Feng Ruoer slapped Zhong Wuhen’s chest, “It’s not dark yet, what are you going to do?”

Zhong Wuhen put Feng Ruoer on the bed and leaned over and pressed on him, "What did you say I want to do, wife?" This intimate and urgent cry made Feng Ruoer soft and she struggled without any power, "Didn't you mean you will enter the mountain tomorrow?"

Zhong Wuhen said with a smile, "Don't worry, time is too late!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Wuhen hugged Feng Ruoer in his arms again.

At this time, in Tianfeng City, a man and a woman sat on the bed of the bedroom with expressionless expression on her face. Naturally, she was the king of Tianfeng Kingdom and Concubine Qian. The king also slapped the bed with anger on her face, "This damn kid, it's been more than half a month, and a letter has not been sent back. I promised to be once every three days, and I'll forget it all, hum!"

Qian Baobao next to him also looked sad, "Hey, my poor daughter, I haven't left the imperial city on weekdays. Now, I've gone so far. It's all the blame for that bad boy. I don't know how to tell us in advance when I went so far, and that

Is there a place they can play with? What should I do if I encounter any danger!"

"Baby, I have asked my father about safety. My father said he didn't have to think about it. I think that kid must have something to hide from us!"

"But he had agreed that he would come back within a month, but it was almost a month. They had just arrived in Wanzhan City. Who knows when they would come back? No, when they would be fine, they must punish that bad boy when they come back!"

The Lord of the People gritted his teeth, "Then what do you think you will punish me!"

Qian Baobao thought for a while, then said viciously: "Or the engagement will be cancelled when they come back and let this little bastard stand aside!"

"Uh, this is probably a bit difficult. Maybe, well, maybe, maybe, maybe, your daughter has been long been, um, you know, men have no immunity in this regard!"
Chapter completed!