Anyway, I have never found out when my son believed in Buddhism in recent years.

He followed suspiciously all the way. When he arrived, he knew that the smelly boy had already made an appointment. No, he was introduced into the backyard by the little monk as soon as he arrived.

"Master Mo, the master is already waiting."

"Well, please."

"You\'re welcome, benefactor."

After all, the sesame oil money donated by young master Mo this time is enough to offset the incense of previous years.

Money can make ghosts grind, let alone living people in the final analysis!

Jiang Tingxu had been following him to the backyard, but when he entered the yard, he couldn\'t get into the meditation room. It seemed that there was a fence in front.

......

In the meditation room.

The bald monk held a piece of chess in his hand. He played chess with himself. When he heard the movement, the piece fell "pa".

"Coming?"

The little monk leading the way has left.

"Mohist boy, come in."

In the final analysis, young people who are not 18 years old always feel that they don\'t adapt very well.

If I hadn\'t suddenly heard my classmates mention it, I wouldn\'t have come here suddenly!

The noble young master of Mohism, the only successor of Mohist group, if it is spread, it is uncertain what to say outside.

But when you come, you can\'t pout your ass and leave, can you?

Cough.

After entering, he bowed politely to the master:

"Good master."

The monk smiled and waved his hands:

"Sit down and look at the little benefactor\'s face. It\'s all trapped!

Little benefactor is so young that the future can be expected. The past is already in the past. Everything is full of days. Why keep pestering? "

"You know?"

I have to say that as the young master of the Mohs group, he grew up under the red flag from a small root. He absolutely didn\'t believe in feudal superstition, but now... He\'s a little uncertain.

The monk smiled:

"Little benefactor, if you can find the old monk, you must have thought about it long ago?"

That\'s for sure.

For a time, his face became more formal:

"Master, I am willing to donate all my property to help people in need. In addition, I will be a doctor in the future. I will treat patients and save people all my life. If it is not enough, I will use my life just for..."

"Just ask the three of you to be reunited again in the next life?"

"That\'s right!"

If you can, I really want to go back to the time when my father and mother were still there and be a mother again. I won\'t misunderstand my mother and be not close to my mother

Although there was not much left about my mother, after all, I was only three or four years old at that time, and I couldn\'t remember much at all.

But I miss it all the time, and even dream every night.

A few years ago, I could dream of my mother\'s face. In recent years, I can\'t even dream of my mother\'s face. However, my miss is becoming stronger and stronger, deep into the bone marrow and soul.

The great monk turned the Buddha beads in his hand and closed his eyes:

"All evils must not be done, and all good things must be pursued; self purification is the intention of all Buddhists.

For hundreds of years, generations have accumulated blessings, which is naturally protected by heaven.

Little benefactor, go back and you will get what you want! "

"Really?"

"Be a monk, don\'t lie."

In the yard, Jiang Tingxu suddenly felt a familiar suction. He didn\'t even have time to take a final look at his son. The soul dissipated in an instant.

......

At the same time, in the hospital.

Drop... Drop... Drop... Drop... The monitor buzzed.

"Wake up! Wake up! The patient wakes up!" the nurse guarding the ward shouted excitedly.

Soon, a group of doctors in white coats came in. At the same time, there was a man with a beard and a little man who was awakened from sleep in his arms.