Killer whale sister is three and a half years old

Qin Yihan stared at Xiao Yingying's ever-burning lamp for a while, and then slowly shifted his gaze to the very weak ever-burning lamp on the left.

Whose will it be?
As for the other long-burning lamp, the fire light was much better than this one, and this long-burning lamp felt like it was about to go out.

Song Silin exclaimed from the side: "I'll go! Light the kerosene lamp and open the windows wide, aren't you afraid of being blown out by the wind?"

The fat monk smiled and shook his head, that's called confidence.

"Mr. Song, no, this is the eternal lamp lit by my uncle himself. As long as the owners of these lamps are still alive, the eternal lamp will not go out."

Song Silin didn't believe it, but he didn't dare to really blow it up.

What if?
He doesn't believe this, but what if?
He couldn't help looking at Qin Yihan, seeing Qin Yihan frowning and staring at the dimly lit long-burning lamp watching the game, wondering.

"What are you looking at?"

Qin Yihan didn't answer him, but asked the fat monk.

"Are the three lamps lit at the same time?"

The fat monk froze for a moment, then shook his head.

"This poor monk doesn't know."

A little novice came running in. He looked about ten years old, chubby and happy like a fat monk, but because of his young age, he looked very cute.

Seeing Qin Yihan, he seemed a little scared, and couldn't help hiding behind the fat monk.

Qin Yihan stared at his monk robe.

"what do you know?"

The little novice did not dare to speak, and was about to run away.

The fat monk was a little speechless, and even wanted to run after jumping out. Did he think that Mr. Qin in front of him was an ordinary person?
If it's an ordinary person, it's not worth it for their uncle to retreat for a year to hide.

"Okay, Kong Ming, tell Mr. Qin and Mr. Song what you know."

Before the little monk Kongming spoke, the fat monk asked him again.

"Remember that monks don't tell lies, you can't tell lies, you know?"

The little monk and the fat monk were very friendly, and couldn't help but roll their eyes when they heard the fat monk's words.

"I'm not you, Master!"

Fat monk: "..."

Song Silin: "..."

Song Silin's first reaction was to look at Qin Yihan's expression, for fear that he would suddenly go crazy.

After this incident, he completely understood that Xiaoyingying is Qin Yihan's life, whoever dares to make fun of Xiaoyingying is going to fight Qin Yihan desperately.

Qin Yihan didn't look at him, but stared at the little monk Kongming with deep eyes.

"Say!"

Kong Ming was startled by his cold voice, and when he wanted to hide, he was overwhelmed by the other party's fierce aura.

The little monk Kongming almost cried from fright.

In fact, there were already two bags of tears in my eyes, but I didn't dare to cry out.

The little monk Kongming stammered: "Three years ago, oh, no four years ago, Kongming happened to meet Master Uncle who made this small wooden sign in front of the ever-burning lamp, but there was only one."

"After two months, Master Uncle made another two."

Qin Yihan squinted his eyes, and his eyes were tightly locked on the little monk Kongming.

"Did your master uncle say anything at that time?"

The little monk Kongming, whose calves were trembling from the fright, shook his head pitifully and aggrieved, almost unable to hold back his tears.

Qin Yihan's face became more and more cold, seeing that the little monk Kongming wished he could disappear in place.

"No more? Or during that time, did any pilgrims come to pay respects to your uncle?"

Little monk Kongming had forgotten all about it at first, but the words of Mr. Qin, who was spraying cold air on his body in front of him, reminded him of another thing.

"Master uncle said, it is to help... to help people!"

Qin Yihan took a tight breath: "Who?"

His voice became colder and harsher, and the little monk Kongming couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and burst out of his eyes.

The voice trembled: "I... I... I forgot."

Qin Yihan: "..."

Seeing Qin Yihan suddenly stepping forward, Song Silin was afraid that his frightening appearance would scare the little monk into a fright, so he quickly grabbed his hand.

"Three or four years ago, when the little master was still young, it's normal to forget!"

The fat monk also quickly said: "Yes, yes, yes! Kong Ming's memory is not bad, maybe he was too nervous, Mr. Qin, give him some time to think about it."

While talking, he took Kong Ming's hand and protected him by his side.

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Song, the vegetarian food in Qingyang Temple tastes pretty good. The two of you probably haven't tried it before. Why don't you sit down and try it?"

Song Silin nodded: "Yes!"

The fat monk hurriedly smiled and nodded: "The two of you can rest here for a while, or you can walk around. When it's time for dinner, I will personally deliver Su Zhai."

Before Song Silin could speak, the fat monk dragged the little monk Kongming out of the meditation room.

When he was far away, the fat monk couldn't help but give the little monk Kongming a brain break.

"Tell me about you, didn't Master tell you not to lie? Let's see how you behave!"

"It's not someone else, it's the richest man in the imperial capital, not only rich, but also powerful!"

"You..."

The fat monk poked the little apprentice's forehead with his fat finger, and he sighed with hatred.

"Wait for them to call you over in a while, and I'll see what you say! Your master uncle is not here, so it's hard for me to keep you, master!"

The little monk Kongming stopped crying, he wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve.

He raised his tearful eyes and looked at Master: "Master, I didn't lie, what I said was true. The small wooden sign in front of the ever-burning lamp was really made four years ago by my uncle secretly by the pool behind."

The fat monk was dumbfounded.

Then another brain crash hit the young monk's bare head.

"What a boy! How dare you lie to Master!"

The little monk Kongming was extremely wronged.

He looked at the fat monk with puffed cheeks and raised his round head.

"Master, I really didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, you can call and ask my uncle. At that time, my uncle didn't let me tell others."

Fat monk: "..."

Judging by the disciple's expression, it seemed that he was really not lying, and the fat monk became a little restless.

"Really?"

The little monk Kongming nodded again: "Really, when have I ever lied to Master?"

The fat monk became serious and even frowned.

"Then who is that person you mentioned just now?"

The little monk Kongming shook his head: "Master, I really don't remember."

He scratched his glistening forehead dejectedly.

"Who is it... I remember that later, more than two years ago, I saw a good-looking uncle who came to my uncle and said what..."

The fat monk didn't dare to breathe loudly.

He tried to widen his eyes, which were almost squeezed into a line because of his fat, and stared at the little monk without blinking.

"say what?"

The little monk Kong Ming racked his brains to recall, and finally limp like a deflated rubber ball.

"Master, I really don't remember. I met by accident at the time. Later, when my uncle saw me, he asked me to serve tea and transferred me away."

Fat monk: "..."

Not to mention Mr. Qin, he wanted to pick up the fat boy and shake him violently.

Why can't I remember anything at the critical moment!
It's better not to speak!
How can I explain to Mr. Qin at this moment?

The fat monk was so worried that his big head was going to be bald.