, silently ate the sweet but not greasy rice crackers in his hand, and soon, a table of rice crackers was slowly eaten, as if they had never appeared, and they all went into the stomachs of the little bald two.

"Boss, let's pack ten more rice crackers. ”

"Okay! 16 gold coins. The boss responded enthusiastically, and asked the little bald head to settle the account with concern.

It seems that the boss is a very shrewd businessman. Because generally people who have just started doing business, when they ask others to give money, there will always be a little twist.

For this little money, the little bald head didn't want to lose it, and silently took out 16 gold coins from his storage ring and slowly put them on the table.

That's right, the little bald head now uses a storage ring, and the previous storage bag has long been sold to where the little bald head has gone.

As for Xiao Hei, he left it to others to help him take care of him, after all, he traveled thousands of miles to other places, and it may not be possible for Xiao Hei to follow him.

The boss saw that the little bald head took out the money so happily, and his eyes showed a trace of surprise, it seems that the little bald head is different from his tattered appearance, it should be a good boy who has nothing to do and pretends to be a poor monk.

However, he was a small ordinary person, and he didn't want to care so much, so he made the rice crackers by dividing them by two, and put them in a paper bag in the hands of the little bald head.

The little bald head didn't say anything, so he took it casually and turned around and left. It seems to be preoccupied.

This made the cow who was eating meat vigorously show a trace of confusion. Because of this kind of little bald head in a low mood, he had never seen it, so he silently took a few meat skewers in his hands and followed behind the little bald head.

The little bald head didn't say much, and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar flat-headed rooms on both sides with retrospective eyes. Finally, after more than an hour, the little bald head walked to a barren mountain and a wild mountain, full of earthy yellow hills, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"What did Shanguang bring me to this place for?" Niu Dali thought suspiciously.

Suddenly, the little bald head turned his head to look at Niu Dali, and said with a sad face: "Brother Dali, you wait for me here, and I will worship my father." You can go back to the gate and wait for me. I'll be back in about an hour. ”

"Father, could it be the old monk who adopted Shanguang?" Niu Dali's mind flashed, and he instantly understood all the reasons, so he didn't say much, turned around and left without saying a word, leaving the little bald head alone.

Watching Niu Dali leave, the shackles in the little bald man's heart were also loosened, because he really didn't want Niu Dali to see his sad appearance.

Continuing to hurry, the little bald head picked up his body and disappeared in place like a streamer in an instant.

After a few moments, the little bald head stopped in front of a small inconspicuous mound.

"I didn't think I had been back for more than a year, and I didn't even know where the brand had flown to. "It seems that the little bald head is talking about his father's tombstone.

But everything was expected by the little bald head, after all, he dug it casually, and I saw him wave his big hand, and a stone tablet one zhang long and three feet wide made of pure marble.

It is clearly written with hollow gold lacquer eleven big characters of "Li Aojue Loving Father, Tomb of Yuankong Monk".

It seems that the father of the little bald head should be called Yuankong. But why does it that he obviously has such a high level of cultivation, but he still ends up with the consequences of not dying well in his old age?

However, the little bald head didn't think so much at this time, he thought that the dead were the greatest, and how to make his father's life more nourishing after his death was what he should do in his life.

So soon the little bald head took out a lot of tiles from his storage ring, and began to cut them around the mound, every movement was very careful, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally wake up the soul of his father.

However, no matter how slow the little bald head was, it only took him ten minutes to rebuild the tomb, which was indistinguishable from a small mound, into a magnificent one.

After doing all this, the little bald head was not even in the mood to wipe the sweat on his head, so he slowly knelt down in front of this grave, with a sincere face, just like meeting the Buddha.

"Father, the child is not filial, and he only came to visit you again after a year. I am really ashamed of my father's nurturing grace. After saying that, he kowtowed three times.

Not even a little true spiritual power was used to protect it, and in an instant, the little bald head's head was a little broken by the sand on the ground. There was even a faint streak of blood oozing out.

However, the little bald head didn't care, but knelt in front of the grave with a face full of repentance.

But the little bald man's eyes were soon filled with tears, and he remembered what had happened before. Even if his father can't eat enough, he will try his best to find steamed buns for the little bald head to eat.

In winter, when it is cold, even if the weather in the south is not as cold as in the north, the windbreaker at night disturbs people's hearts like a bone-chilling cold. It's that his father only uses his weak body to keep that faint warmth in order to keep the little bald head out of the wind and rain.

But none of this is the reason why the little bald head really shed tears. The reason for all this was actually that the little bald head had destroyed the only relic his father had left behind.

And that "relic" is the thing that the little bald head never really recognizes, but relies on it to save his life at a critical moment.

That's right, it was the relic that used up the last trace of strength to shatter into powder in order to keep the little bald soul consciousness when he was practicing the "Great Day Rulai Practice Sutra".

That's why the little bald head will leave this unreserved tears of remorse here.

He hated himself for not being kind to the old monk in the first place. He hated his weakness and helplessness, why did he destroy even the only treasure left by the old monk for him.

After crying for a quarter of an hour, the little bald head calmed down the restlessness in his heart, wiped the tears on his face with his shabby monk's robe, took out the ten rice crackers packed in the food street from the storage ring, and slowly placed them in front of the tombstone.

He knew that his father didn't like to drink or eat meat, but he was too attached to sweets.

But in order to take care of him when he was young, the old monk gave up this hobby, and instead used all the money to buy sweets to buy steamed buns to provide valuable physical strength for the little bald head.

Sometimes the little bald head once asked the old monk, "Father, why are you so good to me?"

Oh, at that time, the old monk's undistracting eyes still remained in his heart. "Of course you're related to me. And family members are a special group that cares about each other and has family affection. ”

At that time, he was still young, and he didn't understand what it was