"Hey, little monk, can't you eat meat?" A shota who was about the same age as the little monk came over. At first glance, this guy looked like the kind of guy who was spoiled by his family.
Because he had wandered in front of Lin Yu more than once just now. Every time he passed by, he was holding a fake sniper in his hand, yelling, and even knocked over a waiter.
But instead of stopping his behavior, his parents tended to encourage him, so this made the little guy become more and more unscrupulous.
"Amitabha, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha is at ease in his heart." The young monk clasped his hands together, and then began to eat voraciously.
"Hey, are you from Shaolin Temple?" The naughty kid tilted his head and looked at the little monk and asked.
"Amitabha, Buddhism in the world is one family. Does it matter where I come from?" The young monk quickly clasped his hands and said, and then continued to eat.
"Hahaha, you look like a starving ghost reincarnated. How long have you been without food? Ah." The naughty boy looked at the little monk and couldn't help laughing.
"Amitabha." This time, the young monk may have felt annoyed by the naughty kid, so he just recited the Buddha's name and ignored him, and then he continued to eat.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, why are you ignoring me?" The naughty boy was unhappy. He felt that the little monk didn't put his hands together to respond to him, which was disrespectful to him.
"Donor, please speak, I have been listening." The little monk said while chewing on the chicken drumstick in his hand.
"Do you know Kung Fu?" The naughty boy asked: "It's just like the Kung Fu in the movie. Also, tell me, are those Kung Fu real or fake?"
"What if it happens? What if it doesn't? There are so many true and false things in this world, why should you, donor, be obsessed with the true and the false?" said the young monk.
"That seems to be a lie." A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the naughty boy's mouth. He pulled out a baseball bat from one side. He gestured with the bat in his hand and said: "I want to duel with you now.
I'm going to defeat you."
"Master told us not to fight so much." The young monk shook his head and said, "Besides, I am still eating."
"You're just a coward, you don't dare." The naughty boy said, tilting his head.
"I don't dare, poor monk." The young monk responded sincerely and continued eating.
"Dad, dad, this little monk doesn't want to duel." The naughty boy saw that the little monk refused to accept the hard words, so he turned back to find his backer. There were several people at the other table who must be having a party, and a guy with a savage face turned around and said
: "If he doesn't dare, just hit him with a stick, and he will naturally respond."
"But what if I hurt him?" said the naughty boy.
"It's okay. If you get hurt, just get hurt. You are a child. Who cares about you? Children are not sensible." The big man laughed.
The attitude of the parents determines the child's future life. When this naughty child saw that his father was so supportive, he was not polite. He picked up the stick, rushed towards the little monk, and then hit the little monk on the head with the stick.
Lin Yu was shocked. This naughty kid was so cruel. Although he was young, he couldn't hold up the strong baseball bat in his hand. If he hit him on the head, it would be a serious blow.
But the little monk didn't pay attention to the opponent's offensive at all. He picked up the steak in his hand and turned his body to one side to avoid the stick. At the same time, he turned the knife in his hand and the steak was cut into rows.
Neat little pieces, he took a bite of the steak and said, "Not bad."
The naughty kid was a little frustrated. Seeing that the little monk easily dodged the stick in his hand, he couldn't help but get a little angry. He yelled and swung the stick at the little monk.
The little monk stood up and ducked nimbly. The stick in the guy's hand hit the dining table and the food area hard, and splashed soup and water everywhere.
There were screams in the restaurant. Some diners who were caught off guard were frightened by this scene. The naughty boy couldn't hit the little monk. He was very unwilling to do so. He ran around the restaurant with a stick and went to
Chasing the little monk.
With a beautiful somersault, the little monk dodged the stick and stood steadily on the ground. Looking at the soup and water that had been knocked down, he said with some distress: "What a waste."
There was such a big commotion here, but the naughty child's parents showed no intention of stopping it. The naughty child's father, the big man, proudly said: "Look, that's my son."
"Hey, whose child is this? How can he be like this and hit someone?"
"That's right, this is a public place, everyone is still eating, why don't you stop me."
"Why stop me? What's the big deal about children fighting? Children, you don't know anything." The big man came over happily and shouted at his son: "Son, beat him. It's okay. If you beat him, it will cause trouble."
Your dad is taking care of it."
"Why don't you fight back?" Lin Yu walked over.
"Master taught me to be patient," the young monk replied.
"Can you still bear to see so much delicious food being wasted?" Lin Yu pointed to the mess underground. Indeed, that naughty kid just knocked over a lot of things.
"I can't bear it." The young monk looked at the food on the ground and felt a little distressed. He was always eating vegetables and radishes in the temple. He finally went down the mountain to eat meat, but he was beaten into a mess.
He felt he couldn't bear it any longer.
"When you can't bear it anymore, you don't have to bear it anymore." Lin Yu smiled slightly and said: "Because Buddha also hates evil people, and the guy standing in front of you is a evil person, do you understand?"
"But, but Master said." The young monk hesitated.
"Is Master right? Does Master want you to eat meat and drink wine?" Lin Yu said angrily, this guy can't hold himself up to the wall because of mud, everything is what Master said.
"No." The young monk replied simply: "I will fight back."
"That's right." Lin Yu then smiled.
"Hey, little monk, why are you hiding? Either you come over and have a fight with me, or you let me beat you up." The naughty kid said arrogantly, "What kind of hero are you trying to hide?"
"Amitabha, I won't hide anymore. Donor, please let your horse come over." The young monk put his hands together, half-opened his eyes, and remained motionless.
"Promise you won't run away." The naughty kid was really tired from the fierce pursuit just now. If he was allowed to continue chasing, he would not do it.
"I promise, I won't hide anymore." The young monk replied.
"If you are hiding, you are a turtle." The naughty boy thought for a while and said.
"If I'm hiding, I'm the turtle." The young monk said seriously.