Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1988 I wonder if the old benefactor can give me some food?
Ascetic monks, practicing monks are suffering, holding the bowl in their hands, which can better express the difficulty of their practice.

Good people who have a relationship with the Buddha will also respect them more and more, so they will have compassion and give them food.

Hongyuan asked her to beg for alms all the way, and also hoped that she would end the physical and mental asceticism as soon as possible. The pain of body, hair and skin is better than the soul suffering from the torture of the world...

But can she really reach the mosque smoothly all the way?It's hard, she knows it, Hong Yuan knows it too...

The Buddha's heart is like a mirror, and he has already seen through all the causes and effects in the world on the lotus platform...

She walked continuously for five hours, and it was midnight in a blink of an eye. She was slightly hungry and sleepy.

She found a forest, surrounded three trees with black cloth, and sat directly in the middle without eating food, but meditated and chanted scriptures on the spot.

In the past few years, because I often meditate and chant sutras, I don’t get tired of it, and I often fall asleep while sitting.

Therefore, she practiced the ability to sit and chant sutras to fall asleep.

Do you wake up tired?Quite the contrary, she just woke up feeling better.

The next day, Dawn, who had just been born, trembled in the thick splash like a pink baby.

Not long after, the scorching sun was covered with a strong rising smell of alcohol, spreading a kind of infinite drunkenness to the vast sky smoothly...

Jian Junxi slowly opened her eyes, revealing her pair of black and crystal-like eyes, raised her head and looked at the sky, with a faint smile on her thin lips, as beautiful as cherry blossoms.

But just for a moment, she stood up, looked around, saw no one, and put away her things behind the spot.

I took out toothpaste and a toothbrush from the side of the bag and rinsed my mouth briefly, then took out a small biscuit from the bag, put the bag on my back, picked up the begging bowl and the map, and continued northward...

While looking at the map, I walked along the path, because I couldn't go through the city, so I had to go through mountains and rivers, and the only places I passed were rural areas.

Passing through a village, it is very likely that there will be no homes for a long distance, so she cherishes her water and food doubly.

The sun at noon was like a fireball, as if it was going to dry out the earth, Jian Junxi's face was flushed and sweat was profuse.

I regret that I didn't prepare a straw hat. It's not because I'm afraid I'll get sunburned, but because I'm being exposed to the sun and carrying so many things on my back.
In case of heat stroke, it will definitely slow down her forward speed.

At this time, she walked into a village in Yunshan City. Because it was the hot summer season, there were no pedestrians on the road, and the doors of every house were closed.

She also seemed embarrassed to knock on the door, and walked forward silently, and finally saw a family with an open door, but their house was still an old mud house.

On the side of the eye, which is about fifty square meters, an old woman is sewing clothes at the door. She has black hair mixed with half of the white hair, and she is thin. It can be seen that her family is poor.

As a monk begging for food, she is also accumulating blessings for the good Lord. She should not only go to the rich but not the poor. She still took a few steps forward.

The old woman raised her head when she heard the voice. She was about fifty years old, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. There were obvious dark spots on her slightly dark face, which should have been sunburned.

When he saw her, surprise flashed across his flickering black eyes.

"Hello, old benefactor!" Jian Junxi held his alms bowl in one hand and put his other hand on his chest. Although he was a monk, he was a very beautiful monk.

"Hello..." The old man stood up and put the clothes in his hand on the chair.

Jian Junxi bowed his head slightly and said politely: "Amitabha, the little monk named Wuxin is a traveling monk who has to walk thousands of miles north, so he needs to ask for alms. I wonder if the old benefactor can give me some food?"

(End of this chapter)