"I found your wallet! Don't you give me some reward?"
The child stretched out his hand, looking extremely innocent.
Even the tattered clothes on his body make it easy for people to feel pity for him.
"Amitabha."
Wu Ming recited a Buddha's name, opened the storage bag, and gave a little silver to the other party.
The silver is not much, but it can feed the other party for more than half a month.
If you give him too much silver, it will be bad for him. After all, Huai Bi is guilty.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir."
The child took the silver coin and kept bending down to thank him.
But Wu Ming realized that the other person's eyes had been on his storage bag.
And just when Wu Ming was about to leave, suddenly, the child grabbed the storage bag in Wu Ming's hand, turned around and ran away!
The monk just 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 unlocked slowly, just get this storage bag into your hands first!
"ah!"
But just when the child was so happy that he grabbed the storage bag, he missed his step 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 used his magic power to drag the child up.
Seeing a golden Buddha lotus rescue him, the child felt novel and scared. Looking at the bald man standing by the bridge, he felt even more passionate.
Wuming rescued him to the shore and used his spiritual power to dry his clothes.
"Please return the property to its original owner." Wu Ming stretched out his hand.
The child knew that he was in trouble, so he reluctantly handed the storage bag into the other person's hand.
"Are you a god?"
The child asked, looking quite 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 god."
The child is extremely serious.
"Master Immortal! Please accept me as your disciple!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the child knelt directly in front of Wu Ming, looking extremely sincere.
"Little benefactor, I am a monk. If I accept you as my disciple, then little benefactor, you will become a little monk."
"Yes!" The child nodded like a chicken slurping rice, "I can be a monk! As long as you can teach me the magic of magic."
Wu Ming shook his head again: "The little donor is a girl, how can he be a monk?"
"You! How do you know?!" The child stood up and backed away warily.
"Buddhist qi technique, the qi of men and women are different."
Enlightenment and Namaskar.
"Donor, please don't take other people's kindness for granted, and ask the little donor to take care of himself."
Seeing Wu Ming 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 cannot take care of the little benefactor for his whole life, and the little benefactor is not too young. If he is willing to be a waiter in a store, he can still survive."
"you!"
The child clenched his fists in anger.
"I don't care, you are a monk and a good person, so you must be responsible for me!"
"Because the little monk is a good person, he must be responsible for the little donor?" Wu Ming asked.
"That's right!" the little girl said seriously, but her expression was a bit nervous.
The little girl didn't know if the monk would be really angry, not to mention that he was a god.
Listening to the little girl's words, Wu Ming fell into deep thought.
After a long while, Wu Ming raised his head: "If I were a wicked person, would the little donor still steal my wallet?"
"No, no!" the little girl mustered up the courage to say, very sincerely.
"Why?" Wu Ming asked.
"Because if I am caught by evil people, I will be beaten severely!" The little girl did not lie.
"Then the little benefactor knows that I am a god. Does the little benefactor still dare to steal my wallet?" Wu Ming asked again.
The little girl shook her head: "I don't dare. There are not many good gods, and it might be more serious if caught. Besides, how could I steal the wallet of a god?"
"So, the little donor only steals the wallets of good people and honest people." Wu Ming asked.
"That's right!"
The little girl looked directly into Wu Ming's eyes.
"Because even if I'm discovered by good people in the end, they won't beat me up! And most honest people won't be able to discover it!"
Wu Ming looked at the little girl in front of him with compassion: "Little donor, an honest person, should not be pointed at with a sword."
"I'm not pointing a sword at you! Besides! I also want to live! What's wrong with me wanting to live!"
The little girl's cheeks were red, not sure if it was because of the argument with Wu Ming or something else.
"Wrong, that's right." Wu Ming shook his head.
"What did you monk say?"
The little girl thought there might be something wrong with the monk's head, but she didn't understand a word he said.
"Will you accept me as your disciple?"
The little girl asked again.
In fact, the little girl no longer had high hopes.
And this monk seems to have a mental problem.
Just keep pestering him and ask him to give you some money!
"receive."
Wu Ming nodded.
"The young monk is willing to accept the young benefactor as his disciple."
"Eh?" At this time, the little girl was a little confused, "You, aren't you unwilling? Didn't you say you only accept boys?"
Wu Ming clasped his hands together and said: "According to the rules in the Little Monk Temple, only men are admitted, but it should be possible to accept the young benefactor as a lay disciple.
Returning to the temple, the young monks will report to the abbot master and accept the punishment voluntarily."
"You, are you really willing to be my master?"
The little girl couldn't believe it.
"I want to eat and drink well, and I want to learn magic!"
"Can."
Wu Ming nodded.
"But Xiao Shi mainly practices according to the method of the monk. He must do it according to the method of the monk. Otherwise, I'm afraid he won't be able to practice the immortal method."
"Okay! I promise you!"
For little girls, fairy magic and other things should be put aside until they have a full meal!
"The young monk's name is Wu Ming. I don't know the name of the young benefactor." Wu Ming asked.
"My name is Gouba! How about the name I gave myself? It's domineering enough!" the little girl said proudly.
"How about the young monk giving the young benefactor a dharma name?"
"Dharma name?"
"Um."
Wu Ming nodded.
"The young monk is of the enlightened generation, and the next generation is round.
How about the little donor’s dharma name, the center of the circle?”
"Center of circle? Center of circle?"
The little girl repeated the name.
"Okay! My name is Yuan Xin!"
"Amitabha."
Wu Ming clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.
Donor Su.
Wu Ming has already reached the country that Su Shizhu mentioned.
Is this what Benefactor Su calls the "enlightenment" of Wu Ming?
Master, Benefactor Su, Wu Ming, what should we do?