Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Gu Nuoer and the others went up the mountain to play, but accidentally discovered a lock demon cave, which has spread all over the capital.

Somewhere deep in the mountains on the outskirts of Beijing, in a very poor temple with few incense.

Two little novices were sweeping the floor, and there was a monk with a beautiful face, sitting under the porch, lightly knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras.

At this time, another monk hurriedly ran from the door.

"Kongjue, it's not good, the magic circle drawn by the demon fox you suppressed with your own hands a few years ago was broken."

The sound of knocking on the wooden fish didn't stop, this monk named Kongjue still had a heart like still water.

He said lightly: "Cause and effect reincarnation, God's arrangement."

The monk slapped his thigh: "The demon fox is also dead. I heard that I don't know who skinned it, but, do you know who the person who discovered your formation is?"

Kongjue didn't answer, obviously not interested.

The other party said, "It's Princess Yaoguang, Gu Nuo'er, your little sister."

The sound of knocking on the wooden fish suddenly stopped.

Kongjue opened his eyes, a pair of ruthless eyes, like a long-lasting mist.

"is her?"

"That's right! It's such a coincidence, you spent a lot of effort back then to seal the demon fox, who would have thought that today, it was destroyed by your own sister!

Fortunately, the demon fox was dead, otherwise it would be a big problem if it was allowed to bring harm to the world. However, I would like to ask, you have been practicing in this impoverished temple for many years, is it really not boring? "

Kongjue looked at him: "If you have a Buddha in your heart, how can you be bored?"

The monk sighed, and he took off the outer layer of the cassock on his body, folded it, and placed it beside Kongjue.

"Kongjue, as the seventh prince, you can break through the red dust and live a hard life here. I admire you. But I can't do it. I miss the right and wrong of the red dust, so I will say goodbye to you here. "

Kongjue lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He has always had a weak fate, and whoever comes and goes has its time.

When the time comes, there is no reason to gather and disperse.

The monk shook his head, turned and walked to the door.

The two little novices were reluctant to part with him and ran over one after another: "Master Hanwu, don't leave, we are reluctant to leave you."

Han Wu lowered his head and looked at the two little hairy children around the age of five or six.

He looked at the corridor again, the empty sleep with few desires.

"I'll say one more word at the end, Kongjue, even if you have to cultivate yourself, no one can stop you. But at least you can count these two dolls.

When they were abandoned in the mountains, you picked them up and raised them, but have you ever thought that they really want to be monks?

Kongjue, only after joining the WTO and going through the vicissitudes of life, can you have the opportunity to say whether you have broken through the red dust. Otherwise, in this deep mountain every day, the breeze is against the moon, and what you explore is not the red dust, but a way to escape from the world. "

Han Wu said bitterly: "Even if you don't think about adding your own, you should think about the number one or two. It was when they were growing up, and our temple was in the deep mountains.

There is no incense or offerings, and the rice jar in the kitchen has bottomed out. If you don't want to be hungry, find an opportunity to take them down the mountain to beg for alms. "

After speaking, Han Wu left.

The two little novices cried and chased for a while, then came back with tears.

They gathered around Kongjue and shook his sleeves.

"Master, Master, Master Hanwu is really gone."

"Master... Number two is hungry..."

Kongjue looked at the two children the size of radish heads in front of him.

His unwavering eyes also sparkled with sighs.