Chapter 8: Little novice monk

"Amitabha."
The abbot whispered to the Buddha, looked at the disciples who were kneeling in front of him, and said: "The new building is high and it is not a day's work. Now that we are empty, how can we rebuild the monastery? It is better for you to go down the mountain and hang up. It doesn’t matter if you enter other monasteries or go around for alms, wouldn’t it be better to return to the mountain to rebuild the monastery when the time comes next?

As he said, he bent down, picked up a bowl that was blackened by smoke from the pile of dark things at his feet, walked slowly in front of Tangning, and put the bowl in her hand: "This Take the bowl, and go down the mountain!"
Tangning looked at the black bowl in his hand, thinking about what the other husband said, but saw that he had turned around, and said to the disciples who were kneeling on the ground: "You all get up! Everyone gets a bowl, and all go down the mountain!" With that, he walked to the stone stool and sat down.
Putting the bowl in his arms, Tangning stepped forward, picked up a small clay pot, ran to the water source, washed it, and received a full pot of water...
She came to the abbot in front of the abbot with her hands holding the clay pot, and after silently handing him the pot of clear water, she took a step back, folded her hands together, and bowed to him.
The abbot held a clay pot full of clear water in his hand, looked at the disciple who was saluting him in front of him, was taken aback for a moment, and saw that he had finished the ceremony, then turned and went outside.
At this moment, he didn't recognize this disciple, which disciple was it?
Looking at the other disciples, this look was once again startled.
Two, four, six... eighteen. Eighteen disciples are there, so where did the one just come from?
The abbot looked down at the clear water in his hand, and couldn't help being slightly lost. I saw that the water in the clay pot was shining, and there were a dozen golden leaves in the crystal clear water...
A few days later, Cloud City.
On the bustling street in the city, a thirteen or four-year-old monk looked around the bustling town with a bowl in his hand, full of curiosity and interest in the city.
The exquisite and outstanding face of the little monk has attracted the attention of the people on the street, and the more kind and charitable people put two steamed buns or melons into her bowl.
This little monk is no one else, but Tangning who left the temple.
After leaving the monastery, she found some herbs that were detoxifying, swelling and anti-inflammatory, smashed and rubbed it all over the body, and then took the juice to prevent any problems from being bitten by a mouse.
In the past two days, the inflamed and swollen wounds on the body caused by the mouse bite have disappeared, but the wounds have not completely disappeared. What is more, the marks of the whipping on the body are all over the body. Until now, the welts will still be pressed. Faint pain.
"You have to get some money to buy medicine to treat your body first!" She whispered, looking at the crowded streets, thinking, where does the money come from?
After walking for a while, she noticed that someone was following her, turning her head as if inadvertently, passing her gaze over the two sneaky men, dropping her eyes slightly, and there was a coldness across her eyes.
Although she looks very good, she is dressed up as a little monk after all. No matter what, no one with a human face and a beast will look at her, but she doesn't want to. Not long after she entered the city, someone looked at her. .
She still walked unhurriedly, as if unaware. However, he walked to the alley in the dwindling alley and disappeared as soon as he turned a corner.
"What about people?"
Two men on the second floor of Qi refining walked quickly into the alley, but did not see the little monk before.
Tang Ning walked out from behind them with a seemingly harmless smile: "Are you looking for me?"