?The Huaigu Town, Bianjiao, Jiangshi City is an inconspicuous town, with a size of a palm and can be run through the north, west and south by foot. There is an inconspicuous mountain beside the town. Many people living in the town don’t even know what the mountain is called, and their presence is so pitifully low.

Only in some fixed seasons, occasionally a few idle old people would carry small baskets and go to the mountainside to dig some wild vegetables. No matter how high they were, they would not be happy to go there and could not climb.

After a long time, many people in the ancient town have forgotten that the mountain is not empty. There is actually a temple on it, with the same name as the mountain and is called Wanling Temple.

It is precisely because of this that Wanling Temple has very little incense every year.

The poorly-limited quantification means infinitely close to zero...

Basically, it takes three or four years to meet someone who comes to the door, and often people from other places get lost and walk on the mountain road, and then sing incense.

As a bare host, Huijia has long been used to it.

So when one day he heard the temple door creaking and was pushed open, he subconsciously looked up and looked--

The sky is blue and the sun is bright and bright.

Longya and the other old monsters basically don’t choose this time to come to the door, and they never push the door so lightly, so they are simply a little cautious.

It was probably another foreign traveler who had gone off the mountain road... Huijia thought so, then threw down his mouse, took off his headphones, and clarified his plain monk's robe. Shi Shi suddenly walked out of the house, walked through the Sanchong yard, and came to the temple gate.

The temple gate was half open, Huijia's eyes first froze at a point in the void, then slowly moved down, from a straight look to a downward look, and fell to a position as smooth as his waist. Then he saw the traveler who had gone awry.

Huijia: "…"

The visitor was much smaller than he expected. Huijia took a look at it and was 6 or 7 years old.

And he is not an ordinary traveler - because the doll is a little older, but she is wearing a blue mini-paper robe, shaved and bald, and a dark gray cloth backpack on her back. She doesn't know what it contains, and it's bulging.

This is like a little monk.

Huijia has sent out all kinds of demons and monsters in this Wanling Temple, but she has never met such a young man... the monk didn't know what to say for a moment.

The little monk spoke first.

He looked up at the monk in front of him who was too tall for him, and his face was almost red, and then he said, "Is this Hua...well... Huagu Temple?"

Huijia: "…"

He felt that no temple would have given such a cruel name.

The young monk took a serious step back and looked up at the temple name hanging on the gate, but he was obviously illiterate. After reading it, he frowned and withdrew his gaze, and still looked at Huijia with a confused and expectant look on his face. His hand was a little fleshy and kept pulling the front of the monk's robe, almost pulling the piece into dry bastard.

Huijia shook her head and said, "No, this is Wanling Temple."

As soon as the words were finished, two bubbles of tears popped up in the eyes of the monk. He held it in for two seconds but didn't hold it back, and finally he cried out "wow".

Huijia: "…"

The young monk was a man who refused to admit his life. Perhaps the monster monk looked too easily confusing and his voice was too easy to soothe people. While crying, the young monk reached out to hug Huijia's thighs, sobbing that he almost passed away.

Huijia was so embarrassed that she had to pat the young monk on the back and said, "You want to go to the Bone Temple? Is there no one to send you?"

"You--" the little monk pulled out one word and explained intermittently.

Huijiashun took a long time to express his intentions - this little monk originally lived in a temple, but now he was going to send it to another temple. The person who sent him to the mountain went halfway and answered a call. He hurriedly left after something happened. The remaining small mountain road was something that this little guy walked up to himself.

However, the little monk couldn't tell the name of the temple he was actually going to. It was absolutely impossible to call it "Huagu Temple". Not only that, he couldn't tell the name of the temple he was originally staying in, let alone whose contact information he would remember.

Huijia patted the back of his head and said in a deep voice: "Stop crying, come in."

The little monk let out Huijia's tears and snot, then sobbed and let go of his hand, "um", nodded, trying to cross the threshold and follow Huijia inward.

As a result, he was small and had short legs, and the threshold of the temple was particularly high. He couldn't take a step forward, but instead he was tripped and sat on the threshold, and was hurt.

He flattened his mouth, and the tears that had just been held back were about to flow out again.

But before he could cry, he was stuck in his arms by a pair of big hands and then he was picked up.

The little monk had never seen the surroundings from such a height. His eyes suddenly became wide open, his curiosity overshadowed the others, and he no longer looked like he was about to cry.

Huijia hugged him through the courtyard gate and walked into his room, evaluating two words lightly: "Crying bag."

The little monk glanced at him timidly, but did not refute. Instead, he hugged his neck tightly, probably for fear of falling from such a height.

The entire Wanling Temple was very small, and Huijia entered his house without taking many steps.

He put the little monk on the bed, then walked to the table, picked up the landline on the table, and pressed "1".

This most convenient number directly leads to the special place, which is the institution that contacts Huijia the most frequently. Because Huijia cannot leave the gate of Wanling Temple most of the time, many daily necessities in the temple are specially arranged to be delivered by people regularly, including computers and networks used by demon monks to play games, etc., which are specially sent to install.

Once Huijia has something to do, she only needs to dial the number from the special location.

The other end of the phone rang three times as usual and was connected: "Master, what's the matter?"

Huijia looked at the little monk sitting by the bed and said, "I accidentally broke into this temple. Lao Jia sent someone to check where he came from and send him back."

I heard him briefly talk about Long Quzhi and pondered for a moment: "I have already checked it, but I have no place to come or know where to go. It will take a while to check it. Master, you will be troubled and take care of it in these few hours."

Huijia was silent for two seconds and said in a deep voice: "I am apart from suppressing the grudges, I can only play games."

On the other end of the phone: "…"

But no matter how much Huijia said, she didn't really care about the little monk, but she didn't know what a young man would like, and even though she knew that he couldn't come up with anything for him to play with.

After scanning the circle in private, he found that there was no interesting thing, Huijia had to pick up the little monk, walk to the table and sit down, let the little monk sit on his lap, and then...

Watch him play games.

But the little monk watched it with relish and had never made a noise.

Huijia drove his Blood Bull T number and followed a group, rest assured to set up a copy.

Just as the fight was at the critical moment, the little monk who had been sitting quietly staring at the computer screen suddenly twisted, then turned his head, hummed and embarrassed and said to Huijia, "Master, I want to pee."

Huijia: "…"

This little monk has been suffering for eight lifetimes. He accidentally went into the mountains and met a demon monk who was lying but couldn't take care of people. He didn't say anything, let alone coaxing children.

I heard Huijia say seriously to the young monk: "I am not your master, so it's hard to scream."

The little monk only felt that he had suffered inhumane dislike, so he flattened his mouth and burst into tears in an instant.

"..." Huijia accepted his order and borrowed the monk's robe as a handkerchief and said, "Let's go."

So the young monk who refused to recognize his life regarded his reaction as his accusation and began to call him a little bit.

Huijia heard too much, so she was too lazy to refute and let him scream.

So for the whole afternoon, all kinds of childish voices came from Wanling Temple, which was always quiet and almost lonely.

"Master, I want to eat." Huijia didn't have to eat for eight hundred years, so there was no such thing as filling the stomach in the temple.

"Master, can I go out and play?" The underground town was full of resentful spirits and didn't know what to play with.

"Master, I picked a flower for you." I didn't know what I was thinking about giving the monk flowers, and my forehead was so naked that I had nowhere to insert it.

“Master…”

Huijia's ears were almost called out of calluses by him, and he just hoped that the special place would be more efficient, so he could find out the origin of this little thing as soon as possible and send him back safely.

After a long time, the little monk finally got tired. He grabbed Huijia's monk's robe and rubbed his eyes and hummed: "Master, sleepy."

Huijia picked him up and put him on the bed without saying a word, and said, "Then let's sleep for a while."

"No one is with me, I can't sleep..." The little monk hesitated for a long time, and still grabbed Huijia and held up this sentence pitifully.

Huijia: "…"

For the first time, he felt that thousands of resentful spirits were nothing, and the little baby was much more difficult than resentful spirits.

When the sun was a little beside the mountains, the gate of Wanling Temple finally creaked again.

Huijia didn't have to look at it, just listening to the pace, he knew that the special department had sent someone.

He led the young monk who had just woken up and walked out of the house, and saw a young man entering the yard, carrying a bag in his hand, and the bag was full of food.

The young man nodded at Huijia and said, "Master."

Then he walked up and stuffed the packet of food to the little monk, asked him to carry it, then stood up and rushed to Huijia and said, "I found out in the department that this little monk lived in Qingyuan Temple last year and is now being sent to Huaigu Temple. I guess the person who sent him confused Huaigu Temple and Huaigu Town."

"Last year?" Huijia looked down at the little monk who was holding his finger tightly, and said in confusion.

"Oh, the master doesn't go out often, so I don't know that many young monks and even older ones are like this now. They live in one temple for a while, then pack up their bags and are sent to another temple. Before they are decided to leave many temples," the young man explained.

Huijia didn't say anything after hearing this, and nodded for a moment to indicate that she knew.

The young man squatted down and said to the young monk, "Come on, I'll take you to the Willow Temple."

The little monk stared at him blankly for a while with a pack of food in his arms, then looked up at Huijia, couldn't help but shrink back two steps, hid behind Huijia, looking unwilling to leave.

It turns out that I still recognize my life...

Huijia thought so, and took him forward two more steps and said to him: "Didn't you say you went to the wrong temple? He is here to pick you up and send you to the place you are going to."

The little monk hesitated for a long time, then pushed a large bag of food out and put it back into the young man's hand. Then he hugged Huijia's legs and hugged them tightly. He said pitifully to the young man: "I'll give you the delicious food. Can you not take me away?"

young people:"……"

Huijia: "…"

Seeing that the two adults were not speaking, the little monk flattened his mouth and cried again, "Wow", the more he cried, the more sad he became. He cried so hard that he was heartbroken, and he was about to breathe.

The young man was embarrassed and spread his hands, saying, "Or, I'll faint first and then take him away-"
To be continued...