Yan smiled and said, "When you come back someday, you have to go and thank the great monk in the grotto."

Xiaohu shook his head and whispered: "Sir, I am afraid that the great monk will turn into a god and leave the cave in less than ten years."

Mrs. Yan sighed and said quietly: "Even if the great monk who took care of you now goes to heaven and becomes a god, there will be new monks who will practice there in the future."

Xiaohu thought for a moment and smiled and said: "Xiaohu, remember, the great monk in the future will also be someone Xiaohu needs to thank."

It’s different from Xiaohu’s imagination.

When Li Xiuyuan led the horse and Xiaohu down the mountain, the fat monk was already standing quietly on the cliff.

He stood like a tree and looked at the two figures, one tall and one short, in the morning light, but in his mind was the scene when Xiaohu and Li Xiuyuan arrived at the grotto.

The past events were like a dream, but they appeared before his eyes one by one. He even thought that from now on, in heaven and on earth, it would be difficult to drink the spiritual tea brewed by his senior brother.

Thinking about his various adventures, he couldn't stop reciting: "When I have achieved victory, my heart is full of enthusiasm, and I look up to the Tathagata without leaving my eyes for a moment..."

The horse's rope was tied to the carriage, but Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting quietly in the carriage, turned his consciousness to the fat monk on the grotto.

Just like the monk, in Li Xiuyuan's opinion, if he leaves today, he may not be able to eat the porridge cooked by the fat monk for a long time.

The bitterness, resentment and hatred of being separated gathered at the top of my heart. I didn't expect that I had just left, and I started to miss him.

The sound of horse hooves shattered the wind and snow on the desert.
Chapter completed!