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"Good, good, good." The little monk quickly bowed, clasped his hands, and said apologetically, "Sir, please run. There are evil people behind you. I was the little monk just now …"    

    

"What the f * ck is your little monk doing!"    

    

Ann Sudong immediately interrupted her. Seeing that the little monk was fun, he tried to tease her: "You forgot your master's previous words, you became a vulgar monk after coming out, why are you still a monk?"    

    

"Then I still haven't returned to normal." The young monk rubbed his forehead foolishly.    

    

"Why not be a nun?"    

    

Ann Sudong squatted down and casually pulled the little monk's clothes, "Why do you want to be a monk?"    

    

"Master said that I have the heart of Buddha and that I don't have the Bodhisattva Intent. I can only be a monk and not a nun." The young monk scratched his head. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and said, "Oh right, how did you know I was a girl?"    

    

"Haha …"    

    

Ann Sudong was amused, and deliberately stretched out his hand: "Where's the sariras?"    

    

"Are you here to snatch the sariras as well?" The little monk was a little frightened as he clutched his chest.    

    

If it was a little girl in his teens, he might have already grown up, but this little monk was not even ten years old with a flat chest. Looking at the little monk's actions, Ann Sudong didn't know whether to laugh or cry.    

    

Too unkind.    

    

"I'm just teasing you."    

    

Ann Sudong knocked on her smooth and smooth head, raised his head and looked towards the burning and dilapidated temple, "Your master is dead, aren't you sad?"    

    

"Sorry."    

    

The young monk lowered his head, but didn't cry. "Master said that he was about to die, so I told him along the way not to cry. Actually, I secretly cried a few times, but I can't cry now, and I don't want to cry either."    

    

"Oh?"    

    

Ann Sudong was curious, what kind of logic was this?    

    

"Master said you can't cry, I've already cried several times, he must be very angry, if I really cry now, Master will be even more angry, I can't cry, I won't cry, don't make Master sad, and don't make Master angry either."    

    

"I was born stupid, and was abandoned by others. It was Master who raised me, and I have never done anything to satisfy Master, so I don't want Master to be disappointed this time."    

    

When I was young, I liked to eat wild fruits on trees. After falling down a few times, Master called me stupid. I cultivated for so long without moving.    

    

"Hehe, little monk, you are really stupid."    

    

Ann Sudong patted her head, "I can't use the Buddhist meditation technique, but I heard what your master said in the end. I do not believe that the world can calculate the path of life, it can be seen that your master is not an ordinary person.    

    

He sighed, "Your master would rather die than hand over the sariras, because the sariras are you. He said that you are stupid, but you love your heart very much. In this world, you can sacrifice yourself for a fool.    

    

Ann Sudong stood up, he did not need to believe in fate, but if he wanted to believe in fate, whether it be good or evil, there was no doubt in heaven.    

    

If it was an ordinary person, even if they were almighty cultivators, he would probably believe it if you told him that after ascension, they would only become three thousand mortal beings. However, if you were to say that there was a Buddha from the mythical era in the Ninth Heaven, he might not believe it.    

    

Ann Sudong had interacted with deities all day, so he got what he had today from exchanging with deities. Others might not believe him, but he wanted to believe them.    

    

"Oh, then you don't want the sariras anymore?" The young monk was obviously not let down his guard.    

    

"You are the sariras, but I do not have the habit of eating humans. However, seeing how tender your skin is, I believe that you really did take a bath in the big pot and smoked it with sesame paste. It will definitely be fragrant." Ann Sudong seemed to be aroused by his words and he was even staring straight at the little monk.    

    

The young monk was so scared that he almost fell to the ground and said with a trembling voice, "I'm not tasty, and I don't often take baths. It smells really bad."    

    

"Haha …"    

    

Ann Sudong laughed towards the sky.    

    

The young monk did not understand, but the fear on his face lessened as he emphasized seriously, "I really do not take baths often."    

    

"But why do I feel the scent of your body?"    

    

"It's not fragrant at all." The little monk became anxious, causing Ann Sudong to laugh out loud.    

    

The young monk thought that he did not believe him, and hurriedly said: "A family member does not use useless words. I really did not lie to Benefactor, if Benefactor does not believe me, you can smell it."    

    

However, from the nervous expression on her face, it was obvious that she wasn't speaking her mind.    

    

Ann Sudong shook his head and walked out the door with large strides, "Follow me, those fellows intend to cut the grass by its roots. If you lose them, you will be eaten by others, they do not care whether you take a bath or not."    

    

"Sir, slow down, I can't keep up." The young monk thought about the six evildoers and still felt that the person in front of him was relatively kind-hearted. He hesitated for a moment before following.    

    

The two of them walked in front and back, while Ann Sudong calculated in his heart what the sariras were.    

    

Of course he knew about the buddha that filled the sky. He had even interacted with Buddha in the WeChat group before, and had also bought Bodhisattva Guan Yin's treasures.    

    

But sariras were really rare, and would usually only appear when the High Monk was in a state of complete loneliness. With the situation on Earth, the number of buddhist experts on this earth was at most Immortal Transformation Stage Cultivation, it was impossible for sariras to appear.    

    

The young monk didn't say anything but had his own thoughts. However, it was much simpler. That was to say, whether the person in front of him believed his words or not. Was he going to be a little dirty?    

    

After walking for more than ten minutes, a rustling sound came from the forest, as if there were pythons crawling close to the ground.    

    

"Ouch!"    

    

The little monk cried out in pain once again, only to realize that Ann Sudong had stopped in his tracks.    

    

"It's time to eat your people."    

    

Ann Sudong reached out and picked her up, "Your Buddha family has a karma fruit, that is, a cycle of karma. I would like to ask you, if this group of people died, would it count as killing your master to plant a fruit?"    

    

"Amitabha, don't spout nonsense. My master is a monk, he is merciful and does not kill." The little monk raised his fist, dissatisfied with Ann Sudong's words.    

    

"Then that's not it?"    

    

Ann Sudong shook his head, his eyes became sharp, "Come out, I have the same idea as the little monk, I will ensure her safety. If you guys know what's good for you, then scram, otherwise you will have to go to the Underworld to play mahjong with the King of Hell."    

    

"Keke, you little rascal." The masked man was the first to appear.    

    

Following that, the middle aged woman and the other four people surrounded Ann Sudong in a circle. They did not want to give him a chance to escape.    

    

"Then, you've chosen to play mahjong with your father, the King of Hell?" Ann Sudong understood and nodded.    

    

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