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Chapter 428 Wuming, What Should I Do?

Chapter 428 Wuming, what should I do?

"I found your purse! Won't the master give me some rewards?"

The child stretched out his hand, looking extremely innocent.

Even the tattered clothes on his body made it easy for people to feel pity.

"Amitabha."

Wu Ming recited the Buddha's name, opened the storage bag, and gave the other party some silver taels.

The silver is not much, but it can be enough to feed the other party for more than half a month.

If you give too much money, it will be bad for him, after all Huai Bi is guilty.

"Thank you sir, thank you master."

The child took the silver and kept bending down to thank him.

But Wu Ming realized that the other party's eyes were always on his storage bag.

And just when Wu Ming was about to leave, suddenly, the child snatched the storage bag from Wu Ming's hand, turned around and ran away!

Just now this monk poured money out of this bag!

So the child knows that this bag must have a mechanism!

It doesn't matter! The mechanism can be untied slowly, first get this storage bag into your hands and then talk!

"what!"

But when the child was full of joy and snatched the storage bag by himself, he stepped on the air and fell directly into the river.

"Help. Help."

The child kept struggling in the river.

Just when the child was about to sink, Wu Ming sighed softly, shook his head, and dragged the child up with his magic power.

Seeing a golden Buddha lotus save him, the child was both novel and frightened. Looking at the bald man standing by the bridge, he felt even hotter.

Wu Ming rescued him to the shore and dried his clothes with spiritual power.

"Please return the property to its original owner." Wu Ming stretched out his hand.

The child knew that he had encountered a problem, and reluctantly handed over the storage bag to the other party.

"Are you a fairy?"

The child asked, looking rather unwilling.

Wu Ming shook his head: "I'm not a god, I'm just a monk."

"But when you rescued me just now, you were clearly a fairy."

The child is extremely serious.

"Master Immortal! Please accept me as a disciple!"

After the words fell, the child knelt directly in front of Wu Ming, looking extremely sincere.

"Little benefactor, I am a monk. If I accept you as an apprentice, then you will become a little monk, little benefactor."

"Yes!" The child nodded like a chicken sucking rice, "I can be a monk! As long as you can teach me fairy arts."

Wu Ming shook his head again: "The little benefactor is a daughter, how can he be a monk?"

"You! How do you know?!" The child stood up and backed away vigilantly.

"Buddhism hopes for qi, the qi of men and women is different."

Wuming combines the eleven rites.

"Benefactor, please don't take other people's kindness for granted, and ask the little benefactor to do it for himself."

Seeing that Wu Ming was about to leave, the little girl became anxious: "You monk, you say that monks are all compassionate! But what! Do you really want to watch me starve to death?"

Wu Ming tilted his head: "The little monk can't take care of the little benefactor for the rest of his life, and the little benefactor is not too young. If he is willing to be a shop assistant, he can still live."

"you!"

The child clenched his fists angrily.

"I don't care, you are a monk and a good person, so you must be responsible to me!"

"Because the little monk is a good person, so he is responsible to the little benefactor?" Wu Ming asked.

"That's right!" The little girl said seriously, but there was a bit of nervousness in her expression.

The little girl didn't know if the monk would be really angry, not to mention that the monk was still a god.

While listening to the little girl's words, Wu Ming was slightly lost in thought.

After a long time, Wu Ming raised his head: "If I am a wicked person, will the little benefactor still steal my purse?"

"No way!" The little girl summoned up her courage and said sincerely.

"Why?" Wu Ming asked.

"Because if I am caught by the wicked, I will be beaten!" The little girl did not lie.

"The little benefactor knows that I am a god, does the little benefactor still dare to steal my purse?" Wu Ming asked again.

The little girl shook her head: "I don't dare, there are not many good gods, and it may be more serious if I catch them. Besides, how could I steal the money bag for the gods?"

"So, the little benefactor only steals the purses of good and honest people." Wu Ming asked.

"That's right!"

The little girl looked directly into Wuming's eyes.

"Because even if I was discovered by good people in the end! They wouldn't beat me up! And most honest people wouldn't be able to find out!"

Wu Ming looked at the little girl in front of him with compassion: "Little benefactor, you are an honest person, you shouldn't be pointed at with a sword."

"I didn't point a sword at you! Besides! I want to live too! Is there anything wrong with wanting to live!"

The little girl's cheeks were flushed, not sure if it was because of arguing with Wu Ming or something else.

"Wrong, that's right." Wu Ming shook his head.

"What did you monk say?"

The little girl felt that there might be something wrong with the monk's head, and she didn't understand a word he said.

"Will you accept me as a disciple!"

the little girl asked again.

In fact, the little girl did not hold out much hope.

And this monk seems to have a problem with his mind.

If I pester him any more, just ask him to give me some money!

"receive."

Wu Ming nodded.

"The little monk is willing to accept the little benefactor as a disciple."

"Eh?" At this time, it was a little girl who didn't understand, "You, aren't you unwilling? Didn't you say that only boys are accepted?"

Wu Ming clasped his hands together: "According to the rules in Xiaoseng Temple, only males are accepted, but it should be possible to accept small benefactors as lay disciples.

Back in the temple, the young monk will report to the abbot and master, and he will be punished voluntarily. "

"You, are you really willing to be my master?"

The little girl couldn't believe it.

"I want to eat and drink, and I want to learn fairy arts!"

"Can."

Wu Ming nodded.

"However, Xiao Shi mainly cultivates according to the method of the monk, and he must do it according to the method of the monk, otherwise, I am afraid that he will not be able to cultivate the immortal method."

"Okay! I promise you!"

For little girls, the magic tricks and so on come later, let’s talk about eating!

"The little monk's name is Wu Ming, but I don't know the name of the little benefactor." Wu Ming asked.

"My name is Gouba! The name I gave myself, how about it! Is it domineering enough!" The little girl said proudly.

"How about the little monk give the little benefactor a dharma name?"

"Dharma name?"

"Ok."

Wu Ming nodded.

"The little monk is the generation of Wuzi, and the next generation is Yuan.

How about the center of the little benefactor's dharma name? "

"Center? Center?"

The little girl repeated the name over and over again.