Chapter 1911

Chapter 1911

"Master, since the Buddha asked them to come at this time, it is to let them know the truth! That's what I want to say!" After Kong Fan finished speaking, he looked at Shen Xinyue, "Do you still remember, before I pushed Kong Kong That crazy woman?”

Shen Xinyue stood there.

My scalp was numb.

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Time goes back to the fourth day when Shen Xinyue and Li Qingchen left the temple.

Everything in the temple was as usual.

Little Monk Kongkong got up early and finished his morning classes, then went to the Zhaitang to have breakfast. The Zhaitang made sugar buns that day.

I don’t know if it was destiny, but the master chef performed particularly well that day, and the sugar buns were especially delicious.

Kong Kong sat across from Kong Fan, eating and talking.

"Donor Shen really doesn't have a good taste. Every time he comes here, the master is in a bad mood, and he doesn't get to eat such delicious sugar buns."

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Kong Fan laughed at him: "My uncle and his wife wanted to adopt you, but you refused. Now that they are gone, you are thinking about it all day long. I don't understand what is going on in your little head."

"Of course I want to save all sentient beings!"

After Kong Kong finished mumbling, he stopped talking to Kong Fan.

He packed up the dishes and chopsticks he had finished eating, washed them himself, and put them back in his small cabinet.

Then, as usual, I took a broom and went to the temple gate to sweep away the dead leaves that had fallen from the rain the night before.

In the past, Kongkong hated sweeping the dead leaves here.

Because there are two huge trees standing at the entrance of the temple that are said to be thousands of years old.

The leaves seem endless, and you can't sweep them all away.

However, Shen Xinyue followed Li Qingchen, and on the first day he came to the temple, he was sweeping fallen leaves here.

So he became the first person to receive her.

Now, sweeping fallen leaves here seems to have some other meaning.

The little monk kept scanning, counting one, two, three, and then looked back at the door.

Of course you can't see the person you want to see.

But he wasn't disappointed either.

Because he knew that the female donor would definitely come back to see him, she promised.

There's always a time.

He swept the fallen leaves and silently counted one, two, three. When he turned around, he could see her coming.

Waiting like this.

Sweeping these endless fallen leaves seems to have become interesting.

After counting one, two, and three again, he turned around.

Someone really came in outside the door.

Because it was backlit, he could only roughly tell that it was the female donor.

Judging from the height, he is about the same as Shen Xinyue.

The little monk was extremely surprised and immediately ran over dragging his broom.

But it took two steps.

Without the backlight, he could clearly see the appearance of the person coming.

In addition to the female donor who was about the same height as Shen Xinyue, there was also a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties.

"donor."

The young monk politely clasped his hands together.

The middle-aged woman smiled with a smile on her face: "Little master, we were introduced by Song Yun's mother. Who is in charge of this matter for you?"

The young monk didn't know who Song Yun was.

About to speak.

Other senior brothers came over.

The young monk walked aside.

I vaguely heard what the middle-aged woman was saying. She was a fellow patient with Song Yun, and she hoped that the temple would also help.

Empty hopes were dashed.

Somewhat down.

Dragging the broom and sweeping the floor again.

Just scanned it twice.

He felt uncomfortable and looked in a certain direction.

He saw the middle-aged female donor bringing the young female donor, staring directly at him.