Chapter 597

"Come on, have a steamed bun first." Tang Ning went to get a plate of steamed bread and gave it to all the famous monks. He said, "eat slowly, and there will be vegetables after a while."

"Amitabha, thank you very much, little master." The monks all made a Buddhist ceremony to Tang Ning. Looking at the steamed bread in their hands, their hearts were warm.

It is also the blessing of Buddha that they can meet this kind-hearted little master here.

Everyone had a steamed bread in their hands, but in the end, the little monk didn't cry or make any noise. He just grabbed the corner of his master's clothes and looked at the steamed bread in the hands of the senior brothers and swallowed his saliva.

"Come on, master, give you half." The old monk touched his head and gave half of the steamed bread to his younger disciples.

Downing saw a smile and said, "he's young. Give him this." While speaking, he took out a small paper bag and opened it. Five or six exquisite cakes jumped into the eyes of the little monk.

He looked at the cakes that he had never eaten before, and the monk in green, who had a bent brow and a kind smile on his face, did not dare to reach for them.

"Come on, try it. It's delicious." Donning said with a smile and picked up a piece of cake for him.

"Little master gave it to you, take it!" The old monk said with a smile.

"Good." Young voice should, after taking the cake, and thanking downing: "thank you."

Looking at the little monk's clever appearance, she put the cake in front of him and said, "eat slowly, these are all yours." As soon as the voice dropped, he poured a glass of water for him.

Where has a five or six year old monk ever eaten these exquisite cakes? He took the cake carefully and took a bite. The sweet and fragrant taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue. He couldn't help looking at the beautiful monk in green.

Why does he have such delicious cakes?

The diners on the first floor of the inn are all passers-by who are on their way to rest here. Seeing that the monk in green invited the ten or so monks to dinner, someone asked curiously, "that little monk in green, where are you from? Why do you have the money to invite them to dinner? "

Another man looked at them and said coldly, "how about ten people! You can feed them, but you can't feed them. In my opinion, it's better to leave them alone. "

Old monks listen, just slightly low head, murmured a low read: "Amitabha."

Listening to their words, Downing laughed and said, "why not help others within the scope of our ability?" She looked at those people and said in a slow voice, "if you have good thoughts, helping others is also helping yourself. If you do good deeds and accumulate virtues, you will be rewarded with good fortune."

All the diners on the first floor were silent. No one spoke any more. They just ate their own food quietly.

"Here comes the meal." Xiao Er yelled, carrying a tray of vegetables and rice.

A table of six dishes and one soup, in addition to rice, there are also steamed bread, eat them with joy, hungry for so many days, finally have a full feeling.

After dinner, they went out of the Inn and saluted the young monk in front of them gratefully: "thank you very much for your meal, but I don't know what to call it?"

Tang Ning looks at them, eyebrows a bend, smilingly way: "you call me a Tang Shi can."

"Tang, Tang Shi?" The old monk looked at the exquisite little monk in front of him in amazement and stayed in the same place for a time.