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After hearing this, the monk froze suddenly. He hadn't thought about this question yet. Please teach him how to answer it.

Hearing that something was wrong with the girl's tone, he ignored the speechless embarrassment at the moment, turned around, and said:

"Seeing that you have not come back, the poor monk abruptly went to take care of the palace, little benefactor." Halfway through the sentence, the monk suddenly froze.

The little girl stood at the door with her head tilted and her arms weakly leaning on the door frame. When she went out in the morning, she had freshened up her face in order to leave a good impression on Mr. Liu. Her face was full of tears, but there were no tears in her eyes.

The monk's attention was not attracted by the tears, because there were more worthy of attention.

The little girl had a bruise on the corner of her mouth and a bright red mark on her forehead. The bright color proved that it had just been released.

The coarse linen clothes on her body had a few holes in them and were stained with a little dust, but through those holes, the blood stains on the little girl's thin body could still be seen.

Before the monk could recover from the shock, a hollow voice sounded again:

"Amu, we ran out of food again today."

The woman on the bed closed her eyes, and her eyes were obviously red, but there were no tears.

It must have been drained long ago.

The monk looked at all this and wanted to put his hands together and recite the Buddha's name, but his hands were weak and could not close, and the Buddha's name was stuck in his throat and he could not shout it out.

Maybe this bowl of porridge is too heavy.

That must be the case.

The monk shakily placed the remaining porridge on the table. He opened his mouth to say something but was speechless.

He just walked out of the door silently and sat down outside.

Looking up at the moonlit sky with sparse stars again, I no longer felt that there was anything soothing about it.

The moonlight shone on the monk who was sitting against the wall outside the door. The vajra in his arms seemed to be reflected by the moonlight, which dazzled the monk's eyes.

The monk reached out and stuffed the vajra into his arms again, and suddenly noticed the string of sandalwood beads hanging on his hand.

There was a calculation in my mind.

The next day, the monk came again.

It happened to be the time when the little girl was going out. The scars from yesterday had not yet healed, and the bruises at the corners of her mouth had not gone away. The little girl seemed to be going to do some work again, looking at the unnatural walking posture and the slightly... A rickety body.

"Little donor, please don't leave in a hurry." The monk stopped the little girl.

I took off the bag on my back. It was actually half the size of the monk.

It made a muffled sound when placed on the ground, showing its weight.

The little girl was not in the mood to chat with the monk today. She looked at the bag on the ground, then looked up at the monk, blinking as if asking for an answer.

A bag full of food.

The little girl swallowed, turned around and started to leave. She had to do some work.

She didn't dare to think that the monk would give her food, because food was life in these days.

Yesterday, it was just because Liu Yuanwai felt that her life was not worth that liter of food.

I'm afraid there's a handful of these grains.

Probably enough to beat her to death a hundred times.

But what the monk said later made her feel that the monk's sullen smile at this time was much warmer than the smile when he first met during the sermon.

In the evening, her family had a full meal for the first time. The monk insisted not to serve it, but the little girl insisted that the monk serve it. The two were in a stalemate, so they squatted at the door to eat.

The two stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, picking at the food in their mouths, but their eyes did not leave each other's eyes.

The woman lying on the bed looked at this scene, and despite the difficulty, she still curled her lips.

A handful of grain can give her family a full meal, but it cannot allow her family to continue to eat like this.

The little girl still has to go out like this again.

You will still meet people like Liu Yuanwai.

In fact, every time something like this happens, the monk will notify the brothers who are practicing outside through special channels in the sect, and teach them to go to those homes and recite the sutra several times, free of charge.

You can't drive them away by giving money.

When walking outside, you naturally need to practice the Vajra methods in the temple to protect yourself. Even though your skills are not as profound as those of Monk Pudu, when you sit in front of the door, no matter how the servants pull you, you will not move an inch.

After going back and forth, all the wealthy families around knew that this little girl had the support of an expert.

The little girl received more smiles, and she also had more smiles herself.

After the little girl finished her daily chores, she still had free time to sit and listen to Monk Pudu's sermon.

The monk mixed this rich Buddhist power into the scriptures. The little girl listened to the scriptures, and the Buddha's power also regulated her body. The little girl who was originally as skinny as a bean sprout gradually blossomed into her original appearance at this age.

Day after day, at the beginning, the little girl didn't come often to listen, she had to do work. After a while, the little girl had time to rest, and she would come every day to listen to Monk Pudu's chanting.

At first, she just sat and listened, then she imitated Monk Pudu and sat cross-legged, and later, with her hands clasped together and her face pious, she listened with a smile on her face and was mesmerized when Monk Pudu lectured.

Monk Pudu was very happy when he saw this scene. He felt that he had a bit of the demeanor of the Buddha back then. It should be noted that when the Buddha was preaching, the same was true for all the Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the audience.

Seeing the little girl smiling more and more every day, the monk was also happy. He had successfully brought this struggling little girl out of the sea of ​​suffering.

The poor family gradually became more prosperous. The work they did every day became easier and easier, and the food they received became more and more. From the beginning, they had one meal every three days, then they had one meal every day, and then later , two meals a day.

The little girl gradually accumulated some savings, and she planned to find a doctor to treat her mother.

At the beginning, when life began to be gentle to this little girl, the little girl was a little flattered and couldn't believe it all. When she was convinced that everything was true, she cheered every day, and from time to time she would pull the monk and say, wait until you have enough. After getting the money, I must return the food brought by the monk, and then take my mother to find a doctor to treat her illness. It would be better if she came back with King Chuang's father.

The monk smiled and said that he was not in a hurry for food. It was more important to take his mother to see a doctor first.

On this day, the monk watched the little girl hurriedly run out holding the jar that she had treasured for a long time. The monk made a rough calculation in his mind and concluded that he might have saved enough money.

The monk smiled and left quietly.

More than a month later, the monk was in a nearby temple giving lectures and discussing Dharma with the abbot. He looked like he had gained a lot, which was very useful to the monk.

When the monk left the backyard and entered the front hall, he saw the little girl he had not seen for more than a month.

The little girl knelt in front of the Buddha with a pious face and murmured to herself.

The monk's hearing was far beyond ordinary people's, and the little girl's murmur did not escape his ears.

"Thank you Lord Buddha for sending Eminem to the Paradise of Paradise."

The monk was suddenly startled, and suddenly recalled the familiar fragments of the earthen jar he saw in the backyard, and a thunder flashed in his heart.

He was sweating profusely and his face was pale.

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