Chapter 595

The smell of grass in the air in the morning is the fresh breath of nature, and the gentle breeze is blowing my face. I can't help but squint.

Behind her seemed to be the sound of wheels, accompanied by the singing of the rural tune. She stepped back to one side and saw an old man pulling a carriage of straw. The tall straw piled up on the carriage like a hill. The old man driving the cart wore a bamboo hat and sang an unknown tune.

She watched the old man drive forward, the next moment, a little toe, gently jumped in the straw pile, comfortable lying down, listening to the old man humming in front of him, looking at the blue sky and white clouds above his head, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

She lay in the pile of straw, with her eyes closed, but she began to practice with the breath of spiritual power in her body

The faint aura of spiritual power in the air was inhaled into her body with her practice. With the operation of the spirit breath, a little Buddha light and holy power flowed between the meridians and gradually permeated her body, wrapping her whole person in it.

With her eyes closed, she didn't know that there was a faint light of Buddha's light on her body at this time. In the air, there was a little light power of merit that could not be seen by others, and flowed into her body.

Because she was lying in a pile of straw, the softness of the straw also let her body sink down, so at this time, the Buddha light from her body was also blocked by the surrounding straw, and was not seen.

At noon, the carriage stopped by the side of the road to rest. She heard a voice of almsgiving into her ears.

"Amitabha, benefactor, can you make a good relationship and give me a fast meal?"

Listening to the voice from afar, she opened her eyes and sat up from the carriage. With this move, she watched the carriage rest. The old man who was eating the nest head was surprised to see the straw on the roof.

"Ah? How come there is a little monk? When did you go up? "

"On the way up, old man, why are there so many monks here?" She said with a smile and looked at the inn not far away beside the Trident.

In front of the inn, two monks, one old and one young, were begging for help. The old one was in his fifties and the youngest was only five or six years old. On the side of the road, there were seven or eight middle-aged monks and an old monk sitting on their knees.

"I don't know. I don't know where the monk is."

The old man shook his head and said he didn't know, because he lived in a village in the countryside, and he was sent to the city. He didn't know where these monks came from? Where are you going again.

Over there, the old monk had a sad face and a bowl in his hand. The five or six year old young monk was timidly pulling the corner of the old monk's coat, swallowing his saliva, and looking at the white steamed bread on the table in the inn.

"Benefactor, just give the child a bite to eat. The benefactor is kind-hearted and the Buddha will protect you." The old monk made a Buddhist ceremony and bowed his head to the waiter of the inn.

"Go, go! Don't stand in the way. This is an inn, not a charity hall! If you want to stutter, go back to the rotten bucket and look for it! " The bartender drank angrily and reached out to push the old monk away.

Because Xu had not eaten for a long time, the old monk was staggered by his push and stood unsteadily, and the whole man fell to the ground.

"Master, master..." The little monk yelled in panic and helped him.