"Wanwan, you are indeed here. Master is looking for you, come back with me!" A crisp voice broke the tranquility of Meilin.

Without looking back, Lin Wan also knew that this was the little monk Wutong in the temple, and that was the first person she saw when she woke up.

Lin Wan quickly stood up straight, turned around slightly crampedly, gently grabbed the corner of her clothes with her little hand, and looked at the little monk who was running over hurriedly.

Wutong is the close disciple of Master Zhizheng, and Master Zhizheng is the great disciple of Master Huitong, so the master mentioned by Wutong is the abbot, Master Huitong.

Today is the birthday of the Buddha on the eighth day of the fourth lunar month. The day with the most pilgrims and tourists in the temple, almost everyone in the temple was arranged for things, and even Wutong, who was only seven years old, was no exception. This is also the reason why she came here alone.

Since Lin Wan came to Chongfu Temple, Wutong has almost always accompanied her, and this is also the place where Wutong has brought her.

Wutong once said that whenever he has something unhappy, he always likes to come here alone to sit in meditation.

Look at the river at the foot of the mountain and the people at the foot of the mountain, and your mood will be inexplicably improved.

Apart from the memories of his previous life, Lin Wan did not have a trace of memory of this body, so she naturally didn't know what her surname was.

The name Wanwan comes from the word Wan on the jade pendant she wore with her close body, which fits the name of Lin Wan in her previous life.

Wutong hurriedly found Master Huineng to find the right family for her?!

Lin Wan looked back at the fun at the foot of the mountain, and didn't know when she would come back to see this.

The half-month-long temple fair is lively and noisy.

Lin Wan in her previous life likes quietness and dislikes such excitement and noise the most. Now she feels full of envy in her heart.

Although she knew very well that most of the people who were attending temple fairs at the foot of the mountain came for their livelihood, for her now, those who were busy for their livelihood became the objects of her envy.

Although there are no plum blossoms and peach blossoms to enjoy in Chongfu Temple at this time, because it happened to be the eighth day of the Buddha's birthday on the 8th of the Fourth Month, the good men and women who came to Chongfu Temple to enjoy incense still rushed from all over the place, adding countless incense to Chongfu Temple.

These days, not only are Chongfu Temple crowded, but Qingzhou Prefecture, which is down the mountain, is also crowded with people.

Although Chongfu Temple has tea rooms for pilgrims to rest temporarily and small courtyards for pilgrims to stay, it is impossible to accept pilgrims. Except for some wealthy families who booked the courtyards in the temple early, most pilgrims could only live in inns in Qingzhou Prefecture at the foot of the mountain.

Because the small courtyard where pilgrims live is close to the back mountain, in order to ensure the safety of these pilgrims, tourists are prohibited from entering the back mountain in the temple these days.

Lin Wan came out of the back mountain with Wutong holding her little hand and barely looking at her face. Along the way, she met only three girls surrounded by maids and mothers, but almost collided with two men looking around at the junction of the back mountain and the Zen temple.

Both sides suddenly met and were shocked by each other.

Although Wutong was young, he was very alert and very flexible in his movements. He pulled Lin Wan back and protected Lin Wan behind him.

When he saw clearly that they were two men who shouldn't have appeared here, the ringtone in his mind rang out, and he let go of Lin Wan and folded his hands together and said to the two men: "Why is the donor here?"

Lin Wan hid behind Wutong and looked at the two men in front of her quietly.

One of the two men looked in their early thirties and the other was about ten years old. They were startled by Wutong and Lin Wan who suddenly appeared. They were obviously relieved when they saw that they were two children.

Faced with Wutong's questioning, the older one was obviously a little guilty and said to Wutong repeatedly: "I'm sorry to disturb you, let's leave now, let's leave now."

As he said that, he pulled the boy beside him and was about to leave.

The boy, however, was not as guilty as an adult man, but looked calm and glanced at Wutong with a smile. Then he gently patted the small vine basket in his arms and said, "We are from the other side of the mountain, and are about to go around here to sell the fruits of our own production. Should the little monk come and try it?"

Wutong frowned and looked at Ye Zhan up and down, and soon seemed to remember something, pointing to the young man and said, "The little monk remembers the little donor. The little donor came from the other side of the mountain. It was clearly the second son of the Ye family in Hongfeng Village. Let's take a walk and leave here quickly! Not everyone can come from the next mountain in the past few days."

Although Wuneng exposed it on the spot, the boy still felt embarrassed and laughed: "The little monk is so kind. He still remembers me after not seeing him for so long! He was just joking with you just now. My father and I are waiting for the incense to enter the milk. We will leave when the milk comes out. You know, we are all honest people and we will never bump into the noble people."

After saying that, he squeezed his eyes at the man who was pulling himself.

The man frowned and glared at the young man, but did not refute. He just took out a lotus leaf from the small basket he carried in his hand, and grabbed a handful of fruit from the small basket he was holding in the boy's arms. The orange fruit on the green lotus leaf instantly caught Wutong's heart, and at the same time attracted Lin Wan's eyes.

I didn’t expect that there were such beautiful cherries in the small basket they were holding in their boy’s arms!

Wutong is a principled young monk. Although he was drooling in his mouth, he refused to stretch out his hand. He just shook his head and said seriously: "Pilgrims should not be here. Shi Main and others, please go to the front."

The boy didn't expect Wutong to be so stubborn, and the smile on his face gradually faded. He was talking about something, but the man stopped him: "Thank you, Master, please remind me, let's go forward now."

After saying that, he cleverly wrapped the cherries in the lotus leaves, stuffed Lin Wan's arms quietly standing aside, pulled the boy forward.

Lin Wan held a bag of fruit with both hands and couldn't help but follow the steps of the father and son, but Wutong tightly grabbed it: "Wanwan, where are you going? The master's Zen room is here!"

At the same time, several sounds came from places they could not see on their left.

"Brother, look, look, there are the second brother and dad there." The young boy's tender voice could not tell whether he was a man or a woman.

"Where is it, no! Could it be that you were so tired of watching it? How could Dad and the others come to the temple?" The young man who changed his voice had a hint of hoarseness in his voice.

"It's the second brother and daddy! Second brother, daddy!" It was still the tender child voice, with excitement and surprise.

"Oh, boss, it's really you! How could you come to the temple? The things were sold?" This was the voice of an old woman, with the vicissitudes of time.

Next was the man's calm voice mixed with the sound of a young man as crisp and pleasant as a bean, but because the distance between them was getting farther and farther, it gradually became unclear.

"I really didn't expect that the waiter of the Ye family didn't lie today!" Wutong raised his hand and touched his little bald head, sighing with a little emotion.

Lin Wan also had her own feelings in her heart. The few words just now gave her a sense of warmth of home.
Chapter completed!