The crazy little ancestor of Master Lu is so stupid

When Ling Xiao went downstairs, he saw the not-so-smart little monk he saw last time in Longyin Temple sitting in the living room.

He grinned immediately.

"Is the old monk crazy? He sent such a little guy down the mountain. Isn't he afraid that the little monk will be kidnapped by human traffickers?"

"Don't talk nonsense, go ask!"

Lu Xun said as he walked up to the little monk, bowed to him, and then asked, "Little Master, why did your master ask you to come down the mountain?"

The little monk put his hands together and chanted "Amitabha".

Then he said, "Donor, I came down the mountain this time for you. Master calculated that you will have a great disaster in half a year, and your life may be in danger. Because I am the reincarnation of your master in your previous life, Master said that I have the obligation to help you get through this disaster!"

Lu Xun cracked.

He looked at the little monk suspiciously, trying to see if he was lying in his eyes, but all he saw was that the little monk seemed sincere.

But Lu Xun just couldn't believe that he was the reincarnation of his master.

How could his master, such a highly respected and virtuous person, be reincarnated as a silly monk who eats poisonous mushrooms?

Lan Qing didn't care about that and just pulled the little monk over to sit down.

"Little Master, since your master sent you down the mountain, I think you must have some real skills. I wonder if you can resolve the bad luck that has befallen my daughter?"

"Amitabha, little monk can't!"

"Then can the young master make an amulet for my daughter to carry?"

"Amitabha, the little monk can't do that!"

"...Then the young master can help people change their luck and ward off misfortune?"

"Amitabha, the little monk doesn't know either!"

"..."

This time Lan Qing also cracked.

If he doesn’t know anything, then why is he here? Come to my house to eat?

Just when Lan Qing was stunned, the little monk finally spoke.

"Amitabha, benefactor, I am very hungry after coming down the mountain. I wonder if you can give me some vegetarian food to fill my stomach!"

He had had enough. It was time for dinner and his bowl was ready. Suddenly, his master asked him to go down the mountain to find the person he had met last time.

It would have been fine if he just went down the mountain, but he was not allowed to take his luggage with him, nor was he given any money for the ride. He was only given a talisman to lead him here.

There was no other choice, the little monk had to run all the way here on an empty stomach.

After running for more than three hours, I finally found Lan Qing's house.

At this moment, my stomach was screaming with hunger.

Although she was surprised, Lan Qing quickly asked the kitchen to prepare food for the little monk.

The most important thing in the world is eating. Maybe when he is full, he can say something useful.

While waiting for the little monk to eat, the family was torn apart.

They didn't come down the mountain to help them overcome the disaster, but to help them alleviate poverty.

No wonder the old saying goes, "Young boys will eat their father into poverty."

Looking at the servants who were still busy cooking noodles in the kitchen, and then at the little monk who was eating up the food in no time, Lan Qing waved at Ling Xiao and Lu Xun, motioning them to talk aside.

"Ah Xun, do you know anything about this little master?"

Lu Xun shook his head. The old monk didn't tell him that he would send his young disciple down the mountain, and he suddenly sent him down the mountain without explaining anything. The young monk was also a confused monk and didn't know anything when asked.

He is not as smart as Mu Fei.

"How about giving the old monk another call?"

Ling Xiao reminded.

The old monk hung up the phone before they could say anything, without saying anything.

This time, it took a long time before the old monk finally answered the call.

As soon as the phone was connected, I saw the old monk holding a watermelon and eating it with a spoon.

The bib around his neck was half stained red by the watermelon stains.

"Old monk, what happened to your disciple?"

It must be said that the old monk still cares about his disciple.

He hurriedly said, "Boy, my disciple is worried about your safety. He came down the mountain without waiting to eat a bite even after the meal was ready. He must be very hungry now.

This child is naturally shy, I'm afraid he is too embarrassed to ask for more. Also, he eats a lot, you should consider giving him more rice, otherwise I'm afraid that child will be too embarrassed to ask for more rice!"

Looking at the little monk who finished a pot of noodles and started to make fried rice, Ling Xiao couldn't help but twitching his lips.

"Old monk..."

Before Ling Xiao could ask him, the old monk suddenly remembered something and slapped his head.

"I almost forgot something important. My apprentice left in a hurry and forgot to bring his luggage. You guys can see if you can send someone up the mountain to get it. If you don't have time, you can buy him a few sets of clothes that you wear.

To be born in the world, one must first enter it. This time can be considered as a practice for him. You should not treat him as a monk. Just raise him the same way you would raise a child at home!"

"Old monk, your disciple..."

"Alright, alright, I have a guest here, so I won't say anything more. Take good care of my apprentice and tell him to eat and drink well while he's out and not to miss home. It will be beneficial for his practice to interact with people who are predestined with him more!"

After saying this, the old monk hung up the phone as if he was furious.

"Hey, who is this guy? Is he asking us to raise a child for him?"

Ling Xiao was about to call the old monk but was stopped by Lan Qing.

"Forget it. The master has his reasons for making such an arrangement. Besides, I think the young master is very skilled. He can protect your safety by staying with you. Your father and I can feel more at ease!"

After finishing five servings of fried rice, the little monk finally put down his bowl, clasped his hands together and said he was full.

Master Fu had been watching with great joy. When he saw the little monk put down his chopsticks, he smiled and said, "Little Master, would you like a drink?"

"Donor, do you have Nutri-Express? Master said it's nutritious and good for my growth!"

"This... isn't it. I'll have someone bring it back to you later. How about some yogurt first?"

"Alright!"

When the servant brought the yogurt up, Master Fu asked again, "Little Master, what else did your master tell you?"

The little monk quickly put down the yogurt and was about to put his hands together, but Master Fu stopped him.

"Since the young master is here, we are one family now. There is no need to be so polite. Just speak your mind directly!"

The little monk also became obedient and stopped mentioning "Amitabha" all the time.

He replied honestly: "Donor..."

"Just call me Master Fu, no need to call me benefactor!"

"Donor, Master said that we must be very polite when we do this. We must call everyone "donor" when we meet them. This way, we can meet more people who are predestined to help us practice!"

"..."

After calming himself down, Mr. Fu didn't argue with him about the title.

Then he asked, "What did your master tell you?"

"Master has instructed me, but I am a stupid little monk and I have forgotten everything Master has instructed me!"

“……” Master Fu was completely torn apart.

"What is the young master's Dharma name?"

"Donor, the little monk has forgotten. Just call me little monk. There is no need to be bound by worldly formalities!"

Okay, okay, the main point is that you don’t know anything about anything, right? Mr. Fu spread his hands and gave up.