Girl, take it easy

Chapter 201 Do you want to listen?

Chen Lu went back to his room to sleep.

Wu Ming was still sitting in the courtyard.

The evening wind blew the cassock on Wu Ming's body.

Looking at the deep night, Wu Ming closed his eyes as if he was asleep.

"Help, help! Help, help."

A little girl's cry for help faintly spread into the woods and was heard by a young monk.

The little monk remembered that there was a small stream not far from this forest.

The little monk activated his magical powers and rushed to the source of the shout.

When the little monk came to the river, he saw bubbles constantly bubbling in the middle of the river.

"Puff" sound.

Without the slightest hesitation, the little monk jumped down.

"Whoa."

There was a splash of water on the river.

The little monk picked up a little girl from the river and dragged her to the shore.

"Benefactor, how offending you are."

The little monk clasped his hands together, apologized in a childish voice, and then touched the little girl's chest with his own little hands, transporting spiritual energy.

"cough cough"

The little girl coughed violently, and the river water spit out from her mouth.

After spitting out the river water, the little girl slowly opened her eyes.

"What a bright head!" The little girl blinked her lively eyes.

"Amitabha." The little monk shook his head, "Little benefactor, I am a monk. That's why my head is bright."

"What a small monk, it's the first time I've seen such a small monk." The little girl said innocently.

The little monk shook his head: "Master said, there is no distinction between monks and monks, and young monks belong to monks too."

"I didn't say you're not a monk, little monk, did you save me?"

"Probably." The little monk thought for a while and replied.

"Why do you say 'forget'?" The little girl tilted her head.

"Because." The little monk thought about it again, "the word 'save' carries kindness, but we should save people, not kindness, so the little monk said 'forget'."

"I don't understand." The little girl shook her head, her crescent-like eyes curled up, "But I know, you saved me, so I want to marry you!"

"Huh?" The little monk was stunned.

"My dead parents said that the grace of saving life should be promised with your body. If you save me, then I will be your bride." The little girl said very seriously, "When I grow up, I will I will marry you."

"No, no, no." The little monk quickly shook his head, "Little benefactor, I am a monk, and a monk is not allowed to marry a wife."

"It doesn't matter, I just want to marry you, and monks can marry wives!"

"Is it possible?" The little monk asked doubtfully.

"Hmm! Yes! I heard from a master!"

"Well, I'm going to go back and ask Master."

"No matter what, I just want to marry you."

"Little benefactor, my master said that monks are not allowed to marry wives."

Three days later, the little monk came to the river, and the little girl was washing clothes.

"Hmph." The little girl curled her lips, "Your master must be not very good at Buddhism."

"Little benefactor, don't talk nonsense, my master is very high in Buddhism." The little monk looked a little angry.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that." The little girl hurriedly comforted her, "After I finish washing the clothes, let's play together, it doesn't matter."

"It shouldn't matter." The little monk hesitated, "I don't know what the little benefactor wants to play with?"

"Play house, I will be the bride, and you will be the groom."

"This, isn't it good."

"It's not really a marriage. You are a monk, and you are so blushing. To be honest, do you really want to marry me in your heart?"

"Amitabha."

"Little monk, little monk. I'm here to play with you again, little monk."

Six years later, the already slim girl jumped into the meditation room where Wu Ming was with her vegetarian food in hand.

"Miss Li, the little monk is no longer young."

The bald head who has grown up also smiled.

During the six years, Wu Ming, who was originally a young monk, became more and more famous, and many people called Wu Ming a master.

Many people say that Wu Ming will be the next Buddha Lord of the Buddha Kingdom.

Li Fang didn't know what the Lord Buddha meant, nor did he know how famous the little monk was.

For Li Fang, a little monk is just a little monk, and the little monk he played with since childhood has never changed.

"But you call yourself a little monk, aren't you still young?" Miss Li smiled, and jumped to Wu Ming's side, "Little monk, I made some vegetarian food for you."

"Thank you, Ms. Li, but Ms. Li, if a man and a woman can't get close, Ms. Li should not come to the little monk's meditation room in the future. It's not good to be seen by others." Wu Ming said euphemistically.

"What's wrong?" Li Fang blinked, "Did you do something to me?"

"No." Wu Ming quickly shook his head.

"Isn't that enough? We just need to have a clear conscience, or do we need to look at other people's eyes to become a Buddha?"

"." Wu Ming was speechless.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and eat quickly, eat and drink enough, it's time to tell me a story." Li Fang propped her chin, sat in front of Wu Ming, and looked at him with blinking eyes.

"What kind of story does Miss Li want to hear this time?" Wu Ming asked.

"It's all right."

"The little monk will tell Miss Li the story of "Three Refuges." Wu Ming thought for a while and said, "I heard this story from my brother."

"Okay, okay, you say." Miss Li said happily, her eyes didn't shift Wuming a little.

I don't know whether the girl is listening to the story or watching people.

"Once upon a time, there was an old monk who was always patronized by thieves. He finally couldn't bear it anymore. One day, the thieves came again.

The old monk said to the thief: "Please put your hand in through the crack of the door. I will give you whatever you want." '

The thief was so happy to hear that, he put his hand in through the crack of the door.

Unexpectedly, the old monk grabbed his hand, tied it to a pillar, and then beat him with a stick, shouting back as he beat him: Take refuge in the Buddha! Take refuge in the law! Take refuge in the Sangha!
The little thief yelled in pain: 'Ouch! Stop hitting~~~Ouch~~~~It hurts! Ouch!! Stop!! Ouch~~'

The old monk is still chanting: "Take refuge in the Buddha! Take refuge in the Dharma!"Take refuge in the monk! '

The thief was in so much pain that he had no choice but to shout: "Take refuge in the Buddha! Take refuge in the Dharma! Take refuge in the Sangha!"

The old monk continued to chant: "Refuge to Buddha." '

The thief yelled 'Ouch' and said, 'Take refuge in Buddha!'

The old monk recited 'Return to the Law' again!
The hairy thief groaned, "Return to the law!"

'Take refuge in the monk!'

'Ah~ I take refuge in a monk!'”

"What's next?"

Miss Li asked curiously.

"Later, the little thief changed his ways."

"Giggle" the little girl covered her mouth and let out a crisp laugh, "You have the Three Refugees, and I have the Four Refugees, do you want to listen?"

[The story of Wuming is adapted from the song ——Jian Wang San Drama Song "Conversion"]

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