Huijia looked down at the little monk for a long time, then rubbed his head and said in a deep voice: "There is nothing delicious in Wanling Temple."

The little monk sobbed and said "um"

Huijia continued, "There are no toys."

The little monk said "um" again.

Huijia: "It's very scary to have demons and ghosts at night."

The little monk shook, hugged Huijia's thighs tighter, and still said "yes".

Huijia looked at the gray cloth bag on the little monk's unwillingness to carry. Thinking of the little doll, he didn't know how many temples to walk on with his luggage like this, so he sighed and said, "If you want to stay, stay. You can leave when you want to leave in the future, and follow the circumstances."

So, the crybaby monk settled in Wanling Temple, and all daily necessities and food were specially provided.

Huijia, who had not cooked food for 800 years, had to prepare three simple meals for this little thing every day. After many years, there was finally smoke from Wanling Temple.

But Huijia's craftsmanship is really unfavorable. It's either salty beef or forgets to add salt. In short, the taste is very outrageous.

But the young monk had a natural admiration and admiration for his master. Even if Huijia directly stuffed him a jar of salt for him to hold and lick it, he could lick it with relish.

So under such inhumane care, the little monk actually lived a life of life. The small Wanling Mountain was almost overwhelmed by him. He was so sad.

But it's still a crybaby.

When he climbed a tree, the wild monkey slapped his claws, he covered his face and came back to grab the corner of his master's clothes and cried.

Tanghe was clawed by lobsters, but he still came back to grab the corner of his master's clothes and cried.

Since having such a leg pendant, Huijia felt that no matter how hard he was to change his monk robe, the corner of his robe would always be covered with tears and snot, which was very disgusting.

What's worse is that Longya, who comes to harass him from time to time, always likes to tease the little monk.

He ran away when he cried, leaving Huijia to close the door and coax the doll expressionlessly.

One day in the mountains, thousands of years in the world.

Huijia hasn't experienced such a noisy life for a long time, and she just feels that she is much faster than before, as if in just a blink of an eye, the Spring and Autumn Period have changed many rounds.

Everything in Wanling Temple has not changed much, but what has changed is the size of the little monk and the more small monk's clothes piled up in the closet.

Huijia was born for hundreds of years, and the plants and trees in the mountains quietly accompanied him for hundreds of years, but those plants and trees, like him, changed too slowly, so slow that they could not be noticed at all.

It has been a long time since he watched a person grow up like this.

From the little doll that just reached his waist, growing little by little to his chest, to his chin, to his eyebrows, and finally even taller than him.

From a crybag, he slowly turned into a skin monkey, and then began to mature as he changed his voice.

The words Huijia said at the beginning, "If you want to stay, you can leave, and if you want to leave, you can leave." It seems that it is still in your ears.

The little monk has grown into a big monk, but he has never said anything he wants to leave...

Huijia still looks like a young man, and the red mole between her eyebrows is still as bright as blood, and she looks like a demon monk.

The grown-up monk also followed his master's point, and he was so heroic that he went down the mountain to deceive people. However, like Huijia, he seemed to have roots in this Wanling Temple.

He helped Huijia clean up and helped Huijia fight against the resentful spirits. When people came from the special place, he helped Huijia get the things he sent. He even took an hour every afternoon to go down the mountain and walk, and then came back to describe what he saw and heard to Huijia...

Longya and the others always said, "The bald donkey has lost his luck, and I don't know where I have deceived such a good apprentice."

Huijia rarely agrees with the words of those ancestors, but he thinks this sentence is indeed reasonable.

It was another evening with the sun leaning against the mountain. The golden afterglow shone on Wanling Mountain. The tired birds returned to their nests. The people at the foot of the mountain were vaguely speaking, just like twenty years ago.

The old and mottled door of Wanling Temple was pushed open with a "creak" again, just like countless yesterdays.
Chapter completed!