"Can't you? You are Buddhism..." Ling Luoyu looked shocked: "They all said that Buddhism is to save sentient beings. Shouldn't you treat your own people more as Buddhism? How could there be... Are there those so-called weak foods?"

"Oh, in fact, it's all the same..."

The emotion in the little monk's heart was touched, and he sighed extremely sadly.

"Speaking of it, you may not believe it. Those of us who are little monks, those who have no power and power, are more miserable than you are..."

As if thinking of something sad, he sighed sadly.

"Oh, actually, for us, you people are very lucky, because you can't stand it anymore and you can leave. The big deal is to lose some money. But to us, the temple is home. I grew up. It's here that I grew up. After being abandoned by my parents, I was raised by the temple..."

The little monk's voice suddenly became choked, and he raised his head to pour back the tears in his eyes.

"Except here, I have nowhere to go, and I don't know what to do...So even if I die, I must die in this place."

Ling Luoyu sighed slightly, turning the soup bowl: "People like us have a common name, the weak...Do you hate your parents? If they didn't send you here, you might not end like this! "

"But if I don't come... maybe I'll starve to death!"

"Masters often say that fate begins with life. If you lose your life, there is no fate! He said that if we brothers can gather together, it is a kind of fate, and the beginning of this fate begins. For the relatives who keep us alive...that is, those who have abandoned us, so I don't hate them."

Perhaps the little monk really let go, and when he said these words, his expression was very calm.

"In that case..." Ling Luoyu looked down, and said every word: "Then you might as well think like this... Everything you are experiencing now is actually an experience! Life is actually an experience, but some people I don't know, some people have seen it through!"

The little monk suddenly looked at her in shock, "Donor, what you said is very Buddhlike..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Doesn't it have Buddha nature? ?

This kind of principle, no one can say!

But if it is really pursued, there are a few that can be completely put down.

Crossing others and crossing the catastrophe with oneself is not a concept at all!

After taking a sip of the cold soup tea, she smiled and curled her lips: "It is because I always comfort myself like this, so I can live brightly and calmly! Otherwise, if I meet someone like my host, wouldn't I have no way to survive Up?"

"Haha..."

The little monk chuckled and bowed his hands together.

"Little Sengfan, I don't know the donor..."

"Ling under the surname..."

"Donor Ling, is this bowl of tea cold? Would you like me to refill a bowl of hot tea for you?"

"No need..." Ling Luoyu put down the soup bowl calmly: "With this bowl of tea, the long night will be better tonight, otherwise, there is really only such an old tree to accompany me and it is cold and cold. I'm hungry... By the way, I heard that the incense here is really effective, so is my master's leg really good?"

"That...I guess it's a bit mysterious..." Fan hesitated for a while, lowering his voice.