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The smell of grass in the early morning air, which is the fresh breath of nature, and the gentle breeze blowing in the face, really makes people squint comfortably.

She stepped aside to see an old man pulling a cart of straw, and the tall straw was piled up on the carriage like a hill, and the old man driving the cart was wearing a hat and singing an unknown tune.

She watched the old man drive forward, and the next moment, on her tiptoes, she gently jumped into the straw pile, lay down comfortably, listened to the old man in front of her humming a song, looked at the blue sky and white clouds above her head, and the corners of her lips rose slightly.

She was lying in the straw pile, but with her eyes closed, she used the spiritual power in her body to cultivate......

The faint aura of spiritual power in the air was inhaled into her body with her cultivation, and with the operation of the aura of spiritual power, a little bit of Buddha's light and holy power also flowed between the meridians, gradually permeating her body, enveloping her whole person in it.

With her eyes closed, she didn't know that her body was filled with a faint layer of Buddha light at this time, and between the air, there was a little bit of faint merit power that others could not see from all directions and merged into her body.

Because she was lying in a straw pile, the softness of the straw also made her body sink down, so the Buddha light emitted from her body at this time was also blocked by the surrounding straw and was not seen.

At noon, the carriage stopped at the side of the road to rest, and she faintly heard the sound of a dissolution coming into her ears.

"Amitabha, donor, can you make a good relationship and give your mouth fast?"

Listening to the sound coming from not far away, she opened her eyes and sat up from the carriage, and the old man who was resting in the carriage and eating the nest looked at the straw on the roof of the carriage in surprise.

"Huh? How can there be a little monk? When did you go up? ”

"Halfway here, old man, why are there so many monks here?" She said with a smile and looked at the inn not far away, next to the three-way intersection.

In front of the inn, there were two monks, an old man and a young monk, the old one was in his fifties, the younger one was only five or six years old, and on the side of the road, there were seven or eight middle-aged monks and an old monk sitting cross-legged.

"I don't know, I don't know where the monk is."

The old man shook his head and said that he didn't know, because he lived in a rural village and was sent to the city, and he was not in this area, so he didn't know where these monks came from? Where are you going?

Over there, the old monk had a sad face, holding a bowl in his hand, and the five or six-year-old monk next to him timidly pulled the corner of the old monk's clothes, swallowed saliva, and looked at the big white steamed buns on the table in the inn.

"Donor, just give a bite to the child to eat, the donor is compassionate and the Buddha will bless you." The old monk made a Buddhist salute with one hand, bowing his head to the little two of the inn.

"Go, go, go! Don't stand in the way here, this is an inn, not a good man's hall! If you want to stutter, go to the back of the rancid bucket to find it! Xiao Er drank angrily, stretched out his hand and pushed the old monk away.

Xu had not eaten for a long time, and the old monk was pushed by him and staggered a few steps, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"Master, master......" The little monk shouted in panic and hurriedly helped him.