Chapter 569 Meet acquaintances and ask for monthly tickets~
Chapter 569 Meeting an acquaintance (please vote for me~)
[Why aren’t you allowed to listen? Can’t secrets be leaked? 】
[That’s what monks are like, hey, there’s nothing I can do about it, the gods are nagging me. Anyway, I’m a staunch materialist and I never believe in these ghosts and gods. 】
[That’s right, if bye-bye is really that effective, then everyone doesn’t have to work hard. To put it bluntly, it’s just for psychological comfort.]
Upon request, everyone took off the microphone from their collar and handed it to the photographer to help him keep it.
When he was ready, the monk slowly opened the small wooden door.
A faint scent of sandalwood came out from the room taking advantage of the coolness, and the sound of tapping wooden fish "dong dong" in an unhurried rhythm could also be heard in my ears.
Little Fubao stepped into the threshold with curiosity.
Looking around, he saw a tall man kneeling on a futon with his back to them.
For a moment, little Fubao seemed to see another figure through him.
The figure who was kneeling and motionless on the futon slowly stood up, and when he turned around, what was revealed was a face that was somewhat familiar to her.
Little Fubao squinted his eyes and tilted his head, as if he was thinking hard about the memory of the man.
Then she suddenly raised her head and looked at the monk, and said with some surprise: "It's you!"
The monk smiled at her and said, "We haven't seen each other for a long time. It's great that the little donor has found his family."
Sang Mizhou on the side looked down at Xiao Fubao and asked doubtfully: "Do you know him?"
Little Fubao nodded: "Fubao remembers something. Fubao was only three years old at that time. This master once came to the temple to find Fubao's master."
The other people were a little surprised, they didn't expect the two of them to have such a fate.
Then, Xiao Fubao's eyes dimmed little by little: "On the day the master left, this master also came."
Because everyone was too sad at the time, she only saw it accidentally and didn't pay much attention.
"That aunt is actually a poor monk. Because my aunt has been unwell all year round, the poor monk will visit her every once in a while. Today I learned that the little benefactor will come to the temple, so I wanted to meet her and look after my aunt.
Let’s see if the little donor is doing well in his own home now.”
The monk paused for a moment and glanced at everyone: "It seems that I am doing well now. In this case, my aunt can rest in peace."
With tears in his eyes, little Fubao raised his hand on his chest and saluted him, stubbornly refusing to let his tears fall: "Thank you, Master."
Then, the monk took out a small box from a small drawer on the bookshelf in the room and handed it to her.
"Before my aunt left, she gave this to me. She calculated that we would meet again after the little benefactor found her parents in the future. She asked me to give this to you when I see you again."
Xiao Fubao opened the box and took a look. Inside was a bracelet of Buddhist beads packed in a transparent sealed bag.
She recognized it at a glance as the string that her master usually wore on her hand. It looked a little old, but there was no trace of it, which showed how much the owner cherished the item.
The moment he saw the bracelet, Xiao Fubao couldn't help but shed tears.
"Oh...Master..."
Lin Feiwan felt distressed and wanted to bend down and hold her in his arms, but was afraid of interrupting her nostalgic mood.
It seemed that Ah Jue's master was really kind to her. She didn't say it on weekdays, but she actually saw her hiding in the room many times, holding the old photo and quietly wiping her tears.
Then he pretended to be strong and wiped away his tears and greeted them with a smile.