Medicinal Immortal

"Little master, go to my house! I'm going to bake sweet potato cakes, and I have some porridge at home, go to my house to eat some!" The woman said with a smile, and waved to the little monk and said, "Go Walk around, come to my house, my child is about the same age as you!"

Hearing her inviting her to go to her house, Tangning couldn't help but smiled and squinted her eyes, and said, "Thank you for the donor." After saying that, she also bowed to the people in the field before she followed the woman.

"This little monk is not only good-looking, he is even more cute when he smiles, but he also has a well-behaved look. It makes me want to take him home."

A woman said with a smile, picked up the picked vegetables, jogged up the trail, and smiled at the people behind: "It's a rare little monk, I also want to follow it."

Several other people watched the woman holding the vegetable and chased up, and couldn't help but laughed, and said: "Hurry up and get the job done. Let's go back to the village. It is true that I have never met such a handsome boy. Monk, I don’t know which temple came from? I can’t help but want to get close."

Buddhism disciples are the existence of truth, goodness and beauty in the hearts of everyone. They are all empty, but they are compassionate. They will guard against all kinds of people passing by, but they will not guard against Buddhism disciples.

What's more, he is still such a small, beautiful and exquisite Buddhist disciple.

It’s rare to see such a little monk with a cute smile. He looks simple and cute. You can’t help but feel close. Just thinking about what is delicious at home, give it to the little monk. One point, it would be better if you could touch the little monk's shiny little head.

Tangning followed the woman to the village, and the woman who came after came to her, holding a handful of freshly picked vegetables in her hand, looking at her with a smile on her aunt, and said affectionately: "Little master , If you live in our village if you have nothing to do, the people in our Hejia Village are very hospitable, and the people here are very nice, and they all believe in and worship Buddha."

"Yes, right, I will live there for a while. My son lives in the yard at the back of my house, and there are two vacant rooms!" The woman in front also said, seeing the entrance of the village, some children in the village are there. While playing, he laughed and shouted: "Look, there is a little master in our village!"

With the woman's shout, the children who were playing at the entrance of the village gathered around, looking at the little monk's...bald head with light curiously.

"Mother, mother, why is his head glowing? Why doesn't his hair grow?"

The five- or six-year-old boy ran to the woman behind, pulled his mother's sleeves, and looked curiously at the man who was very good-looking but had no hair on his head.

"I know, I know, this is a Buddhist disciple, who came from a monk. The monk has no hair. They shaved all their hair." An eleven or twelve-year-old boy said aloud, less than curious. The monk's hairless little head, he is even more curious, why is this little monk so beautiful?

"Why is he so good-looking? Why is he so good-looking without hair?" a ten-year-old girl hiding behind asked curiously, with a little shyness of seeing strangers on her face.

"His bald head is so bright, doesn't he need to wash his hair in a bath?"