"No, right? You are Buddhist..." Ling Luoyu looked shocked: "Everyone said that Buddhism saves all living beings. Shouldn't you treat your own people more than Buddhism? Why are there... those so-called prey on the weak?"

"Oh, actually, it's all the same..."

The emotions in the little monk's heart were touched, and he sighed with great sadness.

"Speaking of this, you may not believe it. Those of us who are young monks, those who have no power or power, are even more miserable than you do..."

He sighed sadly as if he had thought of something sad.

"Oh, actually, for us, you guys are so lucky, because you really can't stand it anymore and can still leave. At worst, you can lose some money. But for us, the temple is home. I grew up here since I was a child. I was raised by my parents after being abandoned by my parents..."

The little monk's voice suddenly became even more swallowed, and he raised his head and poured the tears in his eyes back.

"I have no place to go except here, and I don't know what to do... So, even if I die, I have to die in this place."

Ling Luoyu sighed lightly and turned the soup bowl: "People like us have a common name called the weak... Do you hate your parents? If they hadn't sent you here, you might not have ended like this!"

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

“…”

"The master often says that fate ends with fate and begins with life. If even life is gone, there is no fate! He said that it is a kind of fate that we brothers can gather together, and the beginning of this fate begins with the relatives who let us live... that is, those families who have given up on us, so I don't hate them."

The little monk might have really let go, and when he said this, his expression was very calm.

"Since that's the case..." Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes and paused word by word: "Then you might as well think like this... Everything you are going through now is actually a training! Life is actually a training, but some people don't know, and some people just see through it!"

The little monk suddenly looked at her in shock: "Donor, your words are very Buddha-like..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Isn’t it just that there is Buddha nature?

Everyone will tell this kind of principle!

But if we really pursue it, there are a few that can be completely let go.

Sending others and experiencing disasters is not the same as yourself!

After taking a sip of the cold soup tea, she smiled and curled her lips: "It is because I often comfort myself like this that I can live a bright and calm life! Otherwise, if I meet someone like my master, wouldn't I have no way to live?"

"Ha ha……"

The little monk chuckled and bowed with his hands together.

"Little Monkfan is here, I don't know the donor..."

"I'm in the next chapter Ling..."

"Donald Ling, this bowl of tea is cold, right? Do I want me to refill a bowl of hot tea for you?"

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

"That... is probably a bit mysterious..." Fan hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice.
Chapter completed!