"My little master, go to my house! I'm about to bake sweet potato cakes, but my house has made porridge. Let's go to my house to have something!" The woman said with a smile, and went up to her and waved to the little monk, saying, "Let's go, go to my house, my child is about the same age as you!"

When Tang Ning heard her invite her to her house, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Thank you, donor." As he said that, he also bowed to the people in the field, and then followed the woman.

"This little monk is not only beautiful, but also cute when he smiles, and looks well-behaved. I want to take him home."

A woman laughed and picked up the pickled vegetables, trotted onto the path, and smiled at the people behind her, "It's rare to have a little monk, I want to go and have a look."

The other people watched the woman chase after her with the vegetables in her arms, and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Hurry up and do the work, let's go back to the village. We have never met such a handsome little monk. I don't know which temple came from? It makes people want to get close to you."

In the hearts of everyone, Buddhist disciples are the existence of truth, goodness and beauty. They are all empty, but they are compassionate. They will guard against all kinds of people passing by, but will not guard against Buddhist disciples.

What's more, he is still a Buddhist disciple who is so small, and looks so beautiful and exquisite.

It is rare to see such a young monk with a smile and obedient look. He looks simple and cute, and makes people feel close to him. He just thought, if there is something delicious at home, he would give it to the little monk. It would be even better if he could touch the little monk's shiny little head.

Tang Ning followed the woman to the village, and the woman who caught up with her also came to her side, holding a handful of freshly picked dishes in her hand, looking at her with a smile on her face, and said intimately: "My little master, if you have nothing to do, stay in our village. The people in our Hejia Village are all very hospitable, and the people here are all very good, and they all believe in and worship Buddha."

"Yes, I'll live there for a few days when I'm here. My son lives in the yard behind my house, and there are two empty rooms!" The woman in front also said, and when she saw the entrance of the village, some children in the village were playing at the entrance of the village, she laughed and shouted: "Look, a little master has come to our village!"

The woman shouted, and the children who were playing at the entrance of the village surrounded him, and they all looked at the little monk's little head with a curious look.

"Mom, mom, why is his head shining brightly? Why doesn't his head grow hair?"

The five or six-year-old boy ran to the woman behind, pulled his mother's sleeves, and looked at the man who looked very beautiful but had no hair on his head.

"I know, I know, this is a Buddhist disciple, and it is from a monk. The monk has no hair. They shave their hair." A boy of eleven or twelve years old said aloud. He was more curious than the little monk's hairless head, why is this little monk so beautiful?

"Why is he so beautiful? Why is he so beautiful without his hair?" A ten-year-old girl hiding behind asked curiously, with a hint of shyness on her face as if she had seen strangers.
Chapter completed!