After I traveled through the book, the scheming little villain had ulterior motives towards me

The boy following the little monk looked at familiar things. After so many years, this place has changed a lot. Even the monks in the temple were a little surprised.

However, the orange cat still lay on the steps in the temple to bask in the sun.

"Little Master, how old are you this year?"

Qi Yiheng lowered his head and looked at the bald head.

Isn’t it cold, little master, without a hat?

The little monk turned his head and said with bright eyes: "Donor, I am eight years old."

"Eight years old!"

He thought of the torture he suffered at the hands of that man when he was eight years old, but he did not envy the young master, because it was because of those tortures that he was able to meet the person he loved.

The little monk looked up at the tall donor and said, "Donor, can I grow as tall as you in the future?"

Qi Yiheng squatted down and touched the top of his head: "Little Master, grow up! You may not be as tall as me."

After he finished speaking, the smile on his face became even bigger. He strode forward, and the little monk behind him changed his eyes from sparkling to speechless.

The donor is so childish!

Fortunately, the female donor is cute.

The little monk quickly trotted to catch up.

"I'm so tired."

He followed the boy, panting. He was going to eat two bowls of vegetarian rice tonight, and he would definitely be taller than him.

Qi Yiheng's eyes always give others a feeling of infatuation. Just those eyes make people feel that he loves them deeply, but his face is sharp.

When he is not smiling, he looks very tough, and his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed are the most intimidating.

In the business world, in order to avoid being seen as someone who is easy to mess with, he would wear a pair of glasses. When he puts on the glasses, he appears to be less amorous.

He wasn't the only one who felt insecure, Nian'er also felt insecure, and he could make her feel at ease when he put on glasses.

The little monk followed him and looked up at him with sparkling eyes and continued to speak: "Donor, is that female donor your sister?"

The little monk didn't understand what love was. Seeing how close they were and how obedient he was, he thought she was his sister.

The older sister in the temple was very kind to him and he was very obedient. His sister would bring him delicious food when she came back from school.

So he really wanted his sister to come back.

"That's my girlfriend and my future wife."

Qi Yiheng answered his question.

"What's a girlfriend? What's a wife?"

The young monk was a little confused. He knew many titles such as sister, brother, younger brother, younger sister, elder, master, and donor, but he didn't know what a wife was.

Qi Yiheng leaned over and touched his head: "Little Master, girlfriend and wife are both names for the person who will accompany you for the rest of your life."

The little monk still didn't understand.

"You'll understand when you grow up."

The little monk touched the head that had been touched by him. Why did he always touch his head?

"The elders always say that."

The little monk was a little unhappy.

When walking past the koi pond, the little monk lowered his head and looked at the koi: "Little fish, this donor is a little strange, we must be silent."

The koi fish wagged its tail and left.

The koi in the koi pond were given here three years ago by a rich man who prayed for a child. A group of people gathered around them and didn't know what to do. They didn't know if the temple had good spiritual energy and the koi were growing very healthy.

Qi Yiheng lowered his eyes and glanced at him: "Let's go quickly!"

The little monk then remembered his mission, and hurriedly jumped up and down to lead him forward.

There are red ropes hanging on the bridge, and each red rope carries the wishes of those who are praying.

The little monk picked up the lucky stick that was about to fall.

"For so many years, some donors come here every year to fulfill their vows."

He likes the time when donors fulfill their vows the most. When they do so, the donors all smile happily.

Qi Yiheng squatted down and looked at the prayer belts on it. He skipped the prayer belt in the front.

"Donor, you should start from the front when looking for the prayer belt."

The little monk scratched his bald head. This donor was really strange.

He walked to the bridge. The prayer ribbons on the bridge were all red and fluttering in the wind. He walked to the right side, squatted down and began to search.

In my mind, she took the prayer note and her eyes were curved with joy. She must have started praying after receiving it and continued praying after she finished writing it.

The location of her bang is the closest to the main temple, so the middle of the bridge is the best location.

Qi Yiheng squatted down, picked up the prayer belt and began to search for it.

He moved very gently for fear of knocking off other people's prayer bands, and he searched slowly without a trace of impatience.

The little monk ran over and squatted beside him: "Donor, are you sure you can find it here?"

"determine."

He had always been sure about her affairs.

"Donor, the female donor is so kind to you, are you kind to her?"

The little monk was too idle, so he simply sat on the bridge and looked at the prayer belt above.

"I wasn't nice to her."

His eyes looked a little lonely. She had always been the one who indulged him between them. Even if she had a quarrel with him, she would forgive him if he coaxed her and acted coquettishly.

He had to deal with company affairs every day, and she would wait for him at home. She was the one who prepared the proposal between them.

The proposal he had prepared for her was not ready because of a lack of something.

"Then you must treat the female donor well in the future. I'm afraid there won't be another chance in the future."

The young monk felt inexplicably sad, and he didn't know why he felt that the female donor was worried about something.

He must be overthinking it. He has all kinds of random thoughts every day.

"I will."

He made a promise to the little monk.

The wind blew as if God was helping him, blowing away the prayer belt in front of his eyes, and what came into view was the familiar handwriting.

Her handwriting is very smooth. It is not very beautiful but it has its own style.

"I only wish that Hengheng will live a smooth and worry-free life, be safe every year, and never suffer from the pains of this world."

Her handwriting is very small, and she writes every word very carefully.

He raised his hand and touched it, and every word seemed to have warmth that passed through his fingertips into his heart.

“Is this what the donor wrote?”

The little monk stuck his head out to take a look.

Qi Yiheng covered his eyes and said, "Little Master, can you help me get a prayer belt?"

The little monk quickly stood up and ran to the end of the bridge to get the prayer belt and pen, then ran back quickly.

"Give."

"Thank you, little master."

He blocked it with the blessing belt next to him and then sat on the bridge and placed the blessing belt on his legs.

The little monk turned his head and said, "I won't look."

"All right."

When the little monk turned around, he had already stood up.

"Go back and report the mission."

"Great!"

The little monk hurried to catch up with him.

When they returned, An Yuannian had already talked with the elder.

The elder stood at the door of the wing room and looked at the two people who were saying goodbye: "See you next time."

He said this while looking at An Yuannian.

An Yuannian raised the corner of his mouth and waved his hand.

She didn't say goodbye, maybe even she felt that we would never see each other again!

The young monk stood next to the elder and said, "Elder, why do I feel that this female donor is worried?"