Poor monk quit eating [entertainment]

There was a group of young monks in eleven

Relying on his young age and good looks, Yang Xiaotian kept leaning in front of the old man Ding Xin, hoping to get some attention from the old man, at least he could get close by remembering the history of Yan Guishan mentioned by Qi Yizhang.

However, the old man Ding Xin just looked at him twice, then turned his head away, closed his eyes and remained motionless, as if he had become a statue.A statue from time immemorial.No emotion or action, just sitting there, stiff and cold.

A cold attitude, a cold statue, a cold heart.

At this time, Zhang Xiaojin suddenly said: "Old Ding...is he also a monk?"

As soon as these words were spoken, old man Ding Xin moved his eyelids, turned his face slowly and opened his eyes.

A few bullet screens flashed on the Internet representing shock [Fuck], and someone also told about the live broadcast process next door, saying that the little monk over there had reached [-]% of the progress bar.

Indeed, the old man Ding Pu over there has already started to recall, but he didn't say it, he just grabbed Jie Chi's arm and started to recall, tears kept streaming, maybe it was because he was old, when he cried An incomprehensible grief, the kind of pain suppressed in the depths of his soul, perhaps many people will not be able to feel or even touch it in their entire lives, but they can understand the depth and horror of this pain through his crying .

He was really crying, crying so earnestly, as if he wasn't crying for one thing.

He's not crying about one thing.

After crying for a while, he would move his fingers, touch the sleeve of the fast food again, and then continue to cry.

Just letting him cry like this has no intention of dissuading him at all. Even Ding Jiangshan, who was quite moved by the side, was a little upset. In the center, it can be regarded as missing this stubble.

The barrage was full of howling ghosts and wolves, and some people laughed at the old man for crying badly. The hippie smile made people feel very uncomfortable.

After crying for five or six minutes, the old man could hold back his tears, but he was obviously not as excited as he was at the beginning, but his eyes were full of nostalgia when he looked at the quit eating.

Jie Chi clasped his hands together, murmured something softly, and the old man Ding Pu also followed him and chanted softly. As he chanted, the old man ended with an "Om" at the end, and also swallowed his tears.

Shi Zhengqing hurried over and asked in a low voice: "Old man, can you tell me about the Xijue Temple? We are live broadcasting. Whatever you say is what you say. No one will bother you again."

Apparently old man Ding Pu still really liked Shi Zhengqing, the young man, so he moved to the side and asked Shi Zhengqing to sit down as well. .

It was [-].

"In [-], I just entered the temple, ordained to become a monk." The old man's memory began, and his expression became peaceful, "I was only eight years old that year, and my hometown was in trouble. My family has been displaced all the way here... Who would have expected... Both my parents died of serious illnesses, my elder brother could only sell himself to others to do long-term work, and I was sent to Xijue Temple by him... I shaved my head I was sent to the small Buddhist hall, and I saw, really, the seven or eight running all over the ground are all young monks my age, and there are a few who are even younger, and I am considered old!"

The bare heads of the seven or eight little monks were originally frozen cold, but they warmed up after entering the small Buddhist hall. The little monks didn't know that their fate had changed at this time. They didn't know anything. Being ignorant, I felt that it was so much fun to be surrounded by younger brothers who were about the same age. You chased after me, and everyone rolled into one.

The door of the Buddhist hall creaked and opened.

Two bald monks a few years older than them walked in, each carrying two buckets.

One with a yellow face opened a bucket, took out eight bowls and eight pairs of chopsticks from it, and distributed them to the young monks; the other opened another bucket, and it turned out to be cooked rice porridge in it - delicious Some green vegetable leaves were sprinkled on the rice porridge, and even a few drops of sesame oil were sprinkled on it. The young monks were still young, and when they smelled the scent of the rice porridge with sesame oil, they immediately rolled over one by one and squatted obediently. Wait for the porridge.

"At that time...we were all very honest, so honest! Some were worried that they would be sold by their parents, and some wanted to bring back half a bowl of porridge for their parents...but...I was different , I'm eight years old, I know what happened..." Old man Ding Pu wiped the corner of his eyes, "I know my brother sold himself, and he left me two oceans, but I can't, I don't People really can't do it... I can't even keep my brother's selling money..."

These words of the old man finally resonated with everyone, even those netizens who were sitting in front of the computer watching the live broadcast could not help but give up scrolling those meaningless barrage because of this.

In 1941, it was an era that people dare not think about.

In those days, human life was cheaper than dogs.

A series of bullet screens at the bottom of […] flew by quickly, and the people in front of the computer had nothing to say, and occasionally one or two people said something inappropriate, but they were quickly brushed away.

The old man Ding Pu calmed down and began to talk again.

This group of young monks lived in Xijue Temple.Get up before dawn in the morning, go out with the master to collect water and firewood, clean up and go to morning class by yourself, and go to breakfast after morning class, day after day, a few young monks go from being ignorant to sensible Zhili, from ignorance of parents' kindness to pity for parents, from being a scoundrel to being able to advance and retreat, each and every one of them is no longer the original child, but has the appearance of a real little monk.

But the host has been reluctant to give them ordained.

"The master said, we are still young, and our parents have no choice but to leave us in the temple. If we come to look for them in the future, we must be able to grow our hair..." The old man sighed, "Later, the island soldiers Here we come, burning, killing, looting, and killing people everywhere... The master of this academy and the presiding abbot took people everywhere, and even put our clothes on the little girl, so that the little girl pretended to be a boy who was about to become a monk... just escaped like this Several times the island nation's soldiers chased and suppressed... But after all, this is not a long-term solution..."

Old man Ding Pu's hands inevitably touched the top of Jie Chi's head.

This touch is like when he touched his junior brother's head when he was a child, it's fluffy, like a small animal.

The old man smiled, as if feeling the warmth of the small Buddhist hall.

He continued: "Later, my master, my master was the chief disciple of the Discipline Hall... He also had a bad temper, and just because he had a bad temper, he... beat one of them to death with one punch. Devil soldier... Devil soldier is really too hateful, that little girl is not a year or two older than me, what about a twelve or thirteen-year-old child... My master saw it, rushed over and killed that girl with a fist Ghost soldiers."

Quiet nodded and agreed with this sentence.

A discordant voice flew across the barrage: [This is too exaggerated, how can you kill someone with one fist? 】

After that, many people followed him and scolded him.

[I will kill you with one fist! 】

[It doesn't matter how many fists you have, as long as you can kill him, that's fine! 】

[Good fight! 】

Of course the old man didn't know what the barrage was about.

The assistant following the film crew shook the phone and read the barrage.

Quitting eating is very puzzled: "Why can't you beat him to death with one punch?"