Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. There was a little monk in the temple.

The villagers at the foot of the mountain were impressed by the little monk who was already in the temple of Lingyin Temple.

There are mountains and dense forests within a radius of hundreds of miles, so countless monsters and little monsters are bred.

Whenever there are any monsters and monsters in the village at Lingyin Mountain, they will go to Lingyin Temple for help.

The little monk has red lips and white teeth, and the dough looks beautiful like a human.

In addition to helping the villagers solve the monsters and demons all day long, they chant scriptures under the largest tree in Lingyin Temple.

Later, the little monk grew up and went down the mountain to beg for alms.

The big tree with lush branches and leaves, which is as old as Lingyin Temple, is gone.

The big tree that the villagers miss has just turned into a human being and looks like a fat baby of three or four years old.

Yan Ge, who had fat arms and legs, yawned lazily, hugged the little monk's neck and shouted: "Monk, I'm hungry, I'm hungry."

The little monk stopped helplessly and handed her the water jar on his back: "Drink some."

Yan Ge drank water and burped with satisfaction.

Then his eyes lit up, and he let out a "huh" sound, grabbing the hair that the little monk grew out: "Monkey, your bald head has hair."

The little monk had no choice but to correct her: "Call me, Sanlang."

Finally, I added: "I am not a monk."

Yan Ge: "Why?"

She has just transformed and is still innocent.

Once you wake up, you will be the reasons all day long.

He said over and over again: "It was not a monk at all, but you didn't transform into shape in that temple for a long time. In order to help you transform, I knocked on the wooden fish and recited the scriptures for so long."

Yan Ge: "Why?"

"Because animals and plants are most likely to transform under the Buddha's light."

"Oh." Yan Ge still didn't understand: "Why?"

This time the bald man didn't respond to her again. He raised his hand and touched her two messy buns: "Are you tired? Go to bed!"

Yan Ge shrank into the basket and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I shouted to wear a nice dress.

The bald man had no choice but to sew a pretty skirt for her with needle and thread.

Yan Ge is really novel in front of the world. Fortunately, she is sleepy and sleeps for ten hours every day, which saves a lot of trouble.

When the bald hair grows all over the head becomes a handsome young man.

Yan Ge has also grown into a home girl who likes to read countless paintings and scholars.

She had long forgotten what she had been carried by Saburo in a basket when she was a fat baby.

However, I still remember the trivial things that the little bald man in the temple watered her and recited scriptures under her tree before he transformed.

She sighed in front of Saburo: "My little bald head is probably now so white-bearded and Cang Cang has been buried."

Saburo said "yes" and was about to speak.

He listened to Yan Ge and said, "The bald monk watered me all day long, which made me almost drowned, and it was a little late for me to transform. I originally wanted to seek revenge on him and soak him in the water for several days and nights. Now he has become an old man, so it is not easy to disrespect the old man."

Saburo slowly swallowed the words he said.

It turns out that the transformation is delayed after too much water?

He thought that he had lost the Buddha light shield and wasted spitting for many years...

At that time, Saburo hugged Yange in his arms, and the two rode their horses, aimlessly passing by the town market with few people.

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Chapter completed!