After a pause, he said to the young man next to him: "Cheng Zhi, take your clothes and give them to the little master to change!" ”

"Okay." The man responded, stood up, and took the burden that had been set aside.

"Donor, I really don't need to, I'll just wear this dress." Tang Ning hurriedly said.

"It's okay, we just happened to have clothes with us." The middle-aged man said with a smile, looking at the clothes attached to the little monk's body, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and change the wet clothes!" ”

The young man came out with a set of clothes, and said softly: "Little master, this set is new, I haven't worn it yet, you can change it!" ”

"Little master, put it on! Otherwise, it's better to put it on. The young woman also said softly, looking at the mud marks on his face that had not been wiped clean, pursed her lips and smiled: "The little master still has mud on his face, and he can wash it with rain water in a while." ”

Looking at the clothes that the man held in front of her, and seeing that their family was looking at her with a smile on their faces, she sighed in her heart, and then reached out to take it: "Amitabha, it's hard to resist kindness, thank you to a few donors." ”

In this world, it is the hardest to repay the debt of human affection.

After taking the clothes, she did not change the wet clothes on her body, but directly put the coat on her body, smiled apologetically at them, and said, "The monks don't wear fancy clothes, so I can only wear them to protect from the cold." ”

When the family saw it, they couldn't help but smile, but they didn't say anything.

Tang Ning went out and took a handful of rain to wash away the mud stains on his face that had been splashed and unwiped, and then wiped the water stains and walked in.

When everyone in the temple saw the delicate eyebrows and eyes of the little monk who washed away the mud on his face, they couldn't help but be slightly surprised, and even the middle-aged man couldn't help but praise: "The little master is so good-looking." ”

In the past, the little monk had sludge on his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but now he washed it, but he was a little monk who was born very well, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, excellent facial features, and a purple stud earring at the earlobe, which was set off, there was a smart and somewhat mysterious atmosphere.

Tang Ning bent his eyebrows and said with a joking smile: "Thanks to my father and mother for giving me this good look, I have more relationships than other monks on weekdays." ”

Hearing this, several people were stunned and couldn't help laughing. The first time they saw this little monk, it gave people a pure and ignorant feeling, they also saw him a little monk, and they were drenched again, and they saw that the brocade boy was bullying each other, so they said that he would come to their side to shelter from the rain.

Unexpectedly, he muttered that the clothes can be washed if they are dirty, and the hearts of people cannot be cleaned, and he still thought that he must be a little monk who is familiar with the scriptures and talks about the Buddha's teachings, but he didn't expect him to joke and joke.

The other people in the dilapidated house saw that they were chatting with a little monk and laughed, and they couldn't help but glance at them, and then looked away.

What is there to talk about with a little monk?

As time passed, the wind and rain outside did not lighten, but became heavier and heavier, a lightning clicked and flashed, a thunderous boom sounded, and a loud bang startled the sleeping child who was originally nestled in the woman's arms and cried.

The woman hurriedly whispered and coaxed, holding the child and shaking it gently, trying to coax him not to cry. The young man sitting next to him also patted the child's back lightly with one hand, looked at the wind and rain outside, and said, "This wind and rain are getting stronger and stronger, and looking at this situation, we all have to spend the night here tonight." ”