Chapter 121 Huzi beat him so hard!
"Brother!!"
A child about the same age as Hu Zi suddenly appeared.
That kid looked so naughty.
From time to time, a hint of evil smile appeared in his big round eyes.
It looks like the one whose name was in the previous life... Hao Wenwen?
The kid with sunglasses he plays is carved out of the same mold.
"This is my younger brother, his name is Liu Hao."
Liu Xian quickly introduced Zeng Anmin with a smile, and then he calmly shouted to the boy:
"You must bow before meeting distinguished guests! Have you forgotten what I taught you?"
"Oh?" Liu Hao's small eyes turned around and looked up at Zeng Anmin with a smile:
"Uncle, you are so good-looking!!"
……
Zeng Anmin looked at the boy named Liu Hao expressionlessly.
That's you, right?
Is it you who instigated Huzi to hit the monk on the head with a wooden sword?
If it wasn't for your instigation, no matter how bright and handsome the monk is, my little tiger will not take action!
Unless you can really knock it and it will sound like a gong!
Zeng Anmin felt that if there really was a head like a light bulb placed in front of him.
Maybe I couldn't help but be curious to see if it made any sound when I knocked it.
Hiss~ I'm sorry, Buddha. I don't mean to offend you.
Amitabha, forgive me, disciple...
"Your younger brother and my Huzi are quite related. They are classmates."
Zeng Anmin glanced at Liu Xian.
Liu Xian's eyes suddenly lit up: "This is a good thing! We kiss each other even more!"
Zeng Anmin twitched his lips:
"He instigated my nephew to knock the monk on the head. Now I have punished my nephew."
Uh...
Liu Xian heard Zeng Anmin's words, which were like a complaint.
His face turned green with anger, and he shouted at the boy: "Are you sick?!"
"Are you Xiaohu's uncle?!"
Unexpectedly, the boy raised his head, blinked and looked at Zeng Anmin carefully:
"You are not as vicious as Xiaohu said... You are so good-looking, but why did Xiaohu say you are like a devil, press his head and punish him for copying, and don't allow him to eat or sleep..."
"Hmm...hmm..."
He wanted to say something more, but his mouth was covered by Liu Xian's quick eyes and hands.
After Liu Xian covered Liu Hao's mouth, he looked at Zeng Anmin with a dry smile and said:
"It's all kids talking nonsense... Brother Quanfu, don't be angry..."
Zeng Anmin's complexion turned completely dark at this time.
Tiger, tiger!
Uncle is usually so kind to you, why don’t you just say that in front of your classmates?
very good.
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Fa'an Temple.
It is the grandest temple in Beijing.
It is located behind Xuanwu Street in central Beijing.
There are many pilgrims coming and going.
When the Great Sage Dynasty was first established, Fa'an Temple was just a small and poor temple.
But with every emperor ascending the throne.
Fa'an Temple will be renovated.
After more than seven hundred years, Fa'an Temple has become the first temple in the Great Holy Dynasty.
It is an extremely stable stronghold of Buddhism in Beijing.
"Uncle."
Hu Zi lay on Zeng Anmin's shoulder timidly: "Can you not go..."
Zeng Anmin glanced at Hu Zi in his arms and sneered:
"It's fine if you don't go, but I'll be punished two hundred times..."
Before he finished speaking, Huzi's neck shrank.
Last night, after his uncle came home, he immediately pulled him up while he was sleeping and gave him a beating without any explanation!
And I was punished for copying two hundred times...
As soon as the timid Huzi heard the word "penalty copy", his body reflexively wanted to run away.
It's terrible.
My uncle is really terrible.
At this time, Zeng Anmin's voice sounded more like a devil's whisper to him.
"Stop nagging and leave quickly."
Zeng Anmin glanced at him, took his little hand and headed towards the gate of Fa'an Temple.
"Wait for me!"
Dachun had a bunch of unknown objects in his hands, smiling innocently behind the two of them.
After the three of them entered the gate of Fa'an Temple, Zeng Anmin bowed lightly to the old monk at the door:
"Amitabha, may Master Yingchen be in the temple?"
The old monk's eyes were a little cloudy. After hearing Zeng Anmin's words, he thought for a while.
Then he looked Zeng Anmin up and down:
"In the treasure palace, I wonder why the donor came to look for him?"
Zeng Anmin smiled shyly, pointed to Hu Zi in his arms and said:
"My child was ignorant a few days ago..."
This is a difficult explanation.
Sure enough, after hearing Zeng Anmin's words, the corners of the old monk's mouth twitched.
He glanced at the cowardly Hu Zi.
It was really impossible to associate the handsome boy in front of him with the little bastard who raised his wooden sword and struck Yingchen on the head.
Seeing the old monk, he didn't speak.
Zeng Anmin understood. He took out two banknotes from his arms with a smile and put them in the merit box in front.
"It's a sin, I hope the Buddha will forgive me."
The old monk sighed softly: "Come with me."
……
Not long after, Zeng Anmin followed the old monk to a room.
"Squeak~"
After the door was opened, Zeng Anmin blinked as he looked at the little figure sitting on the futon with his back on his back.
Looking from behind, you can also see an extremely obvious red mark on the shiny head of the little figure...
Hiss~
How hard this must be!
Zeng Anmin glared at Huzi fiercely.
"Yingchen, a donor is here to see you."
The old monk sighed softly.
When the little figure heard this, he turned around slowly, revealing a face that was not too big.
From the outside, Yingchen looks like a young monk about twelve or thirteen years old.
It's just that his calm eyes look much clearer than ordinary people.
"Hiss~"
When the little monk Yingchen saw Hu Zi in Zeng Anmin's arms, his face instantly became frightened.
"Senior brother...he...he..."
He pointed at Hu Zi in Zeng Anmin's arms: "That was him that day..."
Seeing it scares people so much.
Zeng Anmin was really ashamed.
He quickly took the supplement from Dachun's hand and handed it to the young monk Yingchen:
"I'm really sorry. I am the elder of this child, and I came here specifically to express my apology."
As he spoke, he placed the gift on the table.
"No, no, a poor monk cannot ask for something from the donor."
After Yingchen heard this, he quickly waved his hand.
"Just accept it, little elder..."
……
"My uncle gives you something, just keep it."
Huzi spoke weakly.
After hearing Huzi's voice, Xiao Yingchen's body seemed to have been cast a body-holding spell.
Obviously, he still has a shadow of Hu Zi in his heart.
The old monk was almost heartbroken when he saw this scene. He was running around the rosary beads in his hands like crazy: "Amitabha... Amitabha..."
Be good.
How hard did you hit me that day?
Zeng Anmin also glanced at Huzi, glared at him and said, "Hurry up and apologize!"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you. I'm guilty. I hope you can forgive me..."
Hu Zivei was naturally obedient. He looked at the frightened Yingchen in front of him with aggrieved eyes and pouted:
"My uncle said that if you don't forgive me, Buddha will take me away... Can you not let Buddha take me away..."
Well.
After Yingchen heard Huzi's words, he blinked for a long time.
Then he smiled and said: "Buddha is generous and kind-hearted, and saves all sentient beings. He will not blame you for such a trivial matter."
"Really?"
Huzi raised his head and glanced at Yingchen very unconfidently. Then he walked up to Dachun with short legs.
Dachun took out a wooden sword from his wide sleeves.
The whole house fell silent.
Yingchen's expression, which had just improved, suddenly turned frightened again. He stammered and looked at Huzi:
"You...what are you going to do..."
Unexpectedly, Huzi knelt on the ground with a "pop" and raised his wooden sword with both hands:
"Little master, please return it!"
As he spoke, Huzi closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and waited for a sword blow on his head.
Uh...
Yingchen was stunned for a moment.
He looked at Huzi blankly.
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After a long time, he took the wooden sword from Hu Zi's hand.
A kind smile appears on the clear face:
"The poor monk accepted the wooden sword."
"But the Buddha once said that when is the time for retribution, the poor monk is more willing to turn hostility into friendship with the benefactor than to punish him."
"In the future, please don't do anything to others at will."
Huzi raised his head as if he understood something: "Are you really not going to call me back?"
Young monk Yingchen smiled and said nothing.
"You're so kind. Are you willing to be friends with me?"
Huzi looked at the little monk Yingchen eagerly and said:
"I just made a friend named Liu Hao in college, but my uncle won't let me play with him."
He got angry when he talked about Zeng Anmin.
Is it possible to make friends like that?
Now I dare to instigate you to hit your head with a wooden sword.
I will dare to instigate you to commit murder with a sword in the future!
"Okay."
Xiao Yingchen also had a smile on his face. He looked at the old monk and asked:
"Brother, I have finished my homework for today!"
"Amitabha." The old monk said the Buddha's name, then turned and left, heading outside the temple.
As the old monk left.
Zeng Anmin's eyes fell on Yingchen's face.
At this time, Yingchen patiently helped Huzi up from the ground, bent down, and gently patted the dust on his knees:
"From now on, except for Buddha and elders, you cannot kneel down casually with anyone."
Although Xiao Yingchen was only twelve or thirteen years old, his voice sounded extremely pleasant at this time.
This little monk has such a good character
Huzi nodded ignorantly, his eyes full of expectation:
"Brother Yingchen, can you take me to visit this place? I haven't played it yet!"
Yingchen was just a young monk, not very old. After hearing Huzi’s words, he smiled and said:
"Okay!"
…………
Watching two children, one big and one small, walking around and chatting in the temple.
An aunt-like smile appeared on Zeng Anmin's face.
See, education is not that difficult.
It's just that some parents are too rigid.
Always likes to use violence to solve problems.
"Wow!!"
Zeng Anmin suddenly heard a burst of noise outside the temple.
Then he saw a figure slowly walking towards the main hall of the temple under the stars and the moon.
The formation is extremely generous.
Countless monks followed him respectfully.
Obviously, this person should put a lot of money into the merit box.
After the man entered the Main Hall, all the entourage and monks stood outside the door waiting.
He was probably a high-ranking official in Beijing.
Zeng Anmin saw that he was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an aura that was very similar to his father's.
The identity of the person can be vaguely guessed.
This kind of temperament is not the aura of wealth that Liu Sanjiang has.
It's not the noble aura of the eldest princess.
It's more like the aura of a high official in my father's body.
……
Zeng Anmin yawned. He took a look and saw Huzi and the young monk Yingchen in the distance.
"Let's go, it's time to go back."
Zeng Anmin glanced at Dachun and walked towards Huzi.
As soon as I got closer, I heard young monk Yingchen pointing to the back of Fa'an Temple and saying:
"There is a small nunnery there. I heard that it was the place where Concubine Xi once lived. We are not allowed to enter."
After Huzi heard this, his expectant eyes dimmed a little. He smacked his lips and said depressedly: "Okay."
Then he suddenly looked up and saw the Main Hall surrounded by people, and his eyes suddenly lit up:
"Can I go there?"
"Not now."
Yingchen shook his head with some regret and said: "Master Ren from Chaoli is still inside."
"Lord Ren?"
After hearing what little monk Yingchen said, Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows slightly. At this time, he had come to the two of them. He looked at little Yingchen and asked:
"Which Mr. Ren?"
"I don't know." Yingchen shook his head and said:
"The poor monk only listened to my senior brother who said that he is a high official in the court and comes to the temple to worship Buddha every year."
Zeng Anmin squinted his eyes.
A high-ranking official in the court named Ren.
Is the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs responsible for it?
Isn't he a Confucian scholar? Why do you still believe in Buddha?
Zeng Anmin showed a kind smile and asked: "Then when does he usually come?"
Yingchen shook his head in confusion and said:
"I don't know, Sir Ren came here once last month."
"Oh."
Zeng Anmin nodded thoughtfully, then put the matter in his heart, said no more, looked at Hu Zi and said:
"Let's go?"
"No!" Huzi simply shook his head: "It's fun here, uncle, can I stay a little longer? Just a little while."
At this point, his face was full of grievance: "No one plays with me at home..."
"Mom is not fun at all..."
……
"Okay, okay, okay."
Zeng Anmin twitched the corner of his mouth, waved his hand and said: "Play for another half hour."
"Okay!! Uncle, you are so kind!!"
Huzi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stalked the young monk Yingchen and headed elsewhere.
Zeng Anmin had nothing to do here, so he set his sights on Dachun.
At this time, Dachun had many unknown objects in his hands.
Dry branches.
Strange stones.
There is also a little bug...
"Where did such disgusting things come from?!"
Zeng Anmin looked disgusted.
He could see clearly that in Dachun's hand was a colorful caterpillar!
"It's all my fault!"
Dachun smiled naively and raised his head, with a proud smile on his face.
"Ahem~"
An unfamiliar cough sounded.
Attracted Zeng Anmin's attention.
He looked over and saw an extremely staggering figure slowly walking on crutches from the direction of the Main Hall.
That figure looked extremely miserable.
Old, desolate, and coughing from time to time.
He limped along, heading a little toward the hill behind the temple.
……
Zeng Anmin blinked and looked in the direction where the cripple disappeared.
There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Didn't Yingchen just say that no one was allowed to enter the nunnery?"
(End of chapter)