Wunian felt very warm in his heart, and the delicious food that flowed into his mouth couldn't help but make him swallow a few more bites. This may be the best thing he had eaten in ten years. He thought it was a dream, because he could only eat such delicious food in his dream.

"Mr. Wunian? Wunian?!" Mu Yan gently pushed Wunian, Qi Da's eyes were full of care and gratitude.

Wunian tutted his mouth. He could hear the call, but he was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes.

Mu Yan put down the soup bowl in his hand, and sat next to Wunian in disgust, pouting and said, "I can clearly eat, but why can't I wake up?"

This place happened to be a small Maoer cave, which landed on the hillside. Last night, Mu Yan squandered a lot of effort to bring Wunian. After that, she spent most of the day catching two fish in the mountain stream. So, she stewed the fish soup and relieved her hunger.

"Hehe." Her eyes turned, and she used Wunian's body as a pillow, and fell asleep while lying on her stool, and said happily in her heart: Who said that the monk does not eat meat? Didn't he eat with relish?

...

Not long after, when it was sunset again, there was a gust of mountain wind blew up halfway up the mountainside. The wind blew the fallen leaves and the sound of falling leaves. The birds returned to their nests and sang "chick and chick" and the air around them began to become a little wet. Perhaps tonight, the autumn rain would form clouds.

Wunian was finally awakened by this noisy "singing". His chest was stuffy and heavy, occasionally there were a few traces of refreshing wetness, and then there were waves of snoring.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Mu Yan on his chest. Mu Yan was holding him in both hands, sleeping very sweetly, and his saliva drooped and soaked his clothes.

"Donor Zhang?" He held his hand and poked Mu Yan's face.

No one responded or woke up.

"Amitabha, sin, sin..." He half-retreated, held Mu Yan's head in his hand, and pulled away his body bit by bit. Unfortunately, Mu Yan happened to turn over, and his head turned out from his hand. With a "click!", his head hit the ground-

"Ouch!" Mu Yan was awakened by the pain.

Wunian hurriedly pulled away and nodded and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Mu Yan rubbed the bag on his forehead, and tears hurt a few times. She glared at Wunian and scolded: "What are you doing when you throw my head? You've gotten your bag!"

Wunian nodded with a red face and said, "I didn't mean it, I just saw the donor sleeping soundly and it was hard to wake up. Who knew you should turn over..."

Seeing his guilty look, Mu Yan couldn't help laughing out loud. She waved her hand and said, "Haha, then I will forgive Master Wunian. You are my savior, how can I blame you?"

"Amitabha, good, good..."

Mu Yan curled his lips and said, "I used to hear my father chanting something at home, Namo Amitabha, Dawuliangda... What do these mean? It's so ugly!"

"This..." Wunian sighed leisurely: "I don't know what this means, I only know that the words are spoken in Sanskrit. And I saw that my master often said this, and I learned to say this."

"Haha, then your master probably learned from you as a master, and then he learned from each generation to become a heritage!"

Wunian shook his head and said, "The Dharma has its own inheritance, but it is mostly based on one's own understanding. Wunian is just a young monk who has only been asking about the Buddha for ten years. Buddhism is still very shallow."

Mu Yan clapped his hands and stood up. She pursed her lips and began to wander around Wunian. After looking at her for a long time, she said, "I see those monks, red beans are all on the top of their heads. Look at you... Hey, there is a hair coming out here, I'll pull it for you!"

"Don't-Oh!"

Mu Yan chased his hair and shook it in front of Wu Nian's eyes. She said, "I'm worried about my hair and I'm trying to cut off my trivial matters in the world. But look at this hair, it will still grow if I pull it out. Wouldn't your troubles be endless? - I think, the purpose of you monks shaving your hair is to prove that you are monks. What else is there?"

Wunian felt a little unhappy and said with a retort: ​​"A true Buddhist disciple must be considered after taking the precepts. Hearing that after taking the precepts, he will not have any worries again..."

Mu Yan's eyes lit up: "You haven't taken the ordination?"

Wunian said dejectedly: "Before I took the precepts, my master passed away."

"Then I'll help you take the ordination. Aren't you just scalding a few scars on your head? Let me tell you, Ergouzi, who was in the village, burned his head with tongs when he was furious, but he had grown his hair later?"

As Mu Yan said that, he took out a red wooden stick from the burning embers and forced Wunian step by step.

Wunian exclaimed and ran out of the cave. He shouted, "Master Zhang must not joke. Taking the precepts is not just burning the precepts, and you are not qualified to ask me to recite the Buddha's refuge!"

Wunian ran out not a coincidence. As soon as he left the cave, a few raindrops hit him on his head. Because it was a bald head, he felt it was particularly clear.

Before the sunset fell, the raindrops fell first.

"Crazy..." The autumn rain hit the fallen leaves on the branches of the mountains and quickly became bigger.

Mu Yan stood in front of the cave with his hips, raised his head and stared at Wunian, and said, "I know where my father hid the baby. After a while, the limelight passed. Let's take the baby to the other end of the sea to take a look. I heard from my father that the building there is higher than a mountain!"

Wunian looked at Mu Yan with a longing look on his face and couldn't bear to interrupt his thoughts. He sighed quietly and said politely: "Yunhai Temple is the only last wish left by the master. I will burn incense for the Buddha until I die."

"What!" Mu Yan didn't believe this, "You...you still miss Amitabha Buddha, keeping the precepts and rules for the rest of your life?" As she said that, she turned around and picked up the half-porcelain pot of fish soup behind her and said, "You still keep the rules. Do you know that when you were unconscious, you still had three big bowls of fish or you still had relish!"

Wunian was shocked and hurriedly covered his stomach and started to retching in the rain. Mu Yan ran forward and pulled him back to the entrance of the cave. He advised him on his back: "You obviously want to eat meat, why should you make things difficult for yourself?"

"Go away!" Wunian angrily opened Mu Yan's hand, and then heard him angrily: "You know I am a monk, but you deliberately use fish to cause me to break the precepts. You... you... your father slapped you so much, why are you so vicious!"

Mu Yan pouted and retorted: "You are just a shaved boy, and what kind of monk is you? Anyway, we are homeless now, so don't be a monk." At this point, she brought the fish soup in front of Wu Nian and said happily: "Master Wu Nian, you don't know that there are mountain delicacies everywhere in your mountain. As long as we set up a few more traps, how can we be so hungry?"

Wunian was swaying his mouth and felt a childish feeling in his heart. He punched the fish soup in Mu Yan's hand: "I ignore you, you'll be fucked by yourself!" After he said anger, he jumped out of the cave and climbed to the top of the mountain in the heavy rain in the mountains.

Mu Yan's nose was sore, and after hesitating for a while, he crawled out of the cave with red eyes: "Master Wunian, don't leave me behind, there is a big tiger in the mountains at night..."
Chapter completed!