The crazy little ancestor of Master Lu is so stupid

After returning from Ling Xiao's room, Lu Xun opened his backpack and took out a box. When he opened the box, he saw a dozen folded paper cranes lying quietly inside.

He took out a piece of paper with his bitten finger and touched the eyes on both sides of the paper crane. Then he walked to the window and shook his hands gently upwards. The paper crane flapped its wings and suddenly turned into a bird about the same size as the paper crane and flew into the night.

The little monk just came out of the bathroom and saw this scene. He hesitantly came to Lu Xun's side.

"Just say whatever you want to say!"

Without even looking at the little monk, Lu Xun continued to look at the dark night sky outside. It was already autumn and the nights in City A had already become cool, but Hong Kong was still so hot.

"Amitabha, benefactor, before I left the mountain, my master told me that you were my disciple in my previous life. I didn't believe it at first, but now I do!"

Glancing at the little monk, Lu Xun asked calmly, "What did you predict?"

He still couldn't believe that this foodie could be his master in his previous life. His master was the wisest man in the world. In his heart, although his master had not yet become an immortal, he was already like an immortal. How could he become a stupid monk?

The little monk didn't say anything. He turned around, picked up the paper crane in the box beside him, walked to the window, raised his hand, bit his finger, and tapped the head of the paper crane like Lu Xun did.

With a shake of the little hand, the paper crane flapped its wings and turned into a bird the same size as the paper crane and flew away.

"..." After being stunned for a few seconds, Lu Xun raised his hand and patted the little monk on the head.

"Each of my paper cranes is useful. You just let them go and ruined my plan. And you still dare to call yourself my master? Go to sleep!"

Perhaps because he felt that he had made a mistake, the little monk felt a little insecure.

"Donor, I am not taking advantage of you on purpose. It was my master who said so. He said that you were about to ascend to heaven in your previous life, but because of jealousy from your fellow disciples, they harmed you when you ascended. If I were not your master, how could my master say such a thing!"

"..." He suddenly turned around and looked at the little monk. After watching for a while, Lu Xun suddenly sneered.

This old monk is indeed his master!

However, Lu Xun still found it hard to accept how his master became like this. The most important thing was that he actually entered Buddhism.

The little monk was frightened by Lu Xun's appearance and stood there in a daze, not daring to get on the bed.

Staring at him helplessly, Lu Xun said bluntly: "What? You still want me to invite you to bed? Do you really think you are my master?"

"It wasn't the little monk who said that. It was the master who said that."

"Your master is a big liar!"

"Amitabha, donor, please be careful with your words!"

Unable to fall asleep for a while, Lu Xun simply teased the little monk: "Little monk, do you know why your master asked you to go down the mountain?"

"I know. The little monk came down the mountain to protect the donor!"

"Wrong, I don't need your protection. Let me ask you, did you know that your master just placed an order for tens of thousands of snacks a few days ago?"

"So many?"

There was obvious hesitation in the little monk's eyes.

The master always said that they were too poor, but no matter how poor he was, he would not let his children be poor, so every time he would buy snacks worth hundreds of dollars, and then when the master was hungry, he would eat some of it, and in the end only half of it would go into his stomach.

and so……

The young monk suddenly had an epiphany.

"Have you figured it out? Your master drove you down the mountain just because he was afraid that you would snatch food from him. If you don't believe me, I'll send him a video now. He must be eating!"

The little monk twisted his hands tightly together. He couldn't believe that his master, who treated him like a father, would treat him like this.

"Get out of the way, don't let your master see me, I'm going to hit him!"

Just as he had something to ask him, Lu Xun didn't delay and immediately took out his phone to make a video call.

Familiar ringtone: What I expect is not money, but endless money. What I expect is not fate, but millions of yuan. I expect to work for a day, and my income is equal to your income for a year...

The video was connected, and it was a familiar voice again.

Slurp!

After I finished sucking, I heard the old monk's voice.

"Little donor, what do you want to talk to me about? I'm not saying that I'm very busy. Consulting me requires money. Don't call me all the time. If you have something to say, talk to me in person."

"It's too late to meet in person, but you can send me the bill for the snacks you ordered a few days ago and I'll reimburse you!"

"Is this true?"

"Of course it's true!"

"Just wait and wait!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

After a while, several screenshots were sent over.

Lu Xun was still conservative.

It’s a mess of nearly 200,000.

Looking at the order dates, they are all from these days.

"You can understand this, right?"

"..." The little monk was stunned. He couldn't believe that his beloved master would treat him like this.

His lips trembled and tears welled up in his eyes.

Lu Xun glanced at him and called the old monk again.

"Donor, have you seen the bill? I would like to thank you for the additional money for the incense. The Buddha will bless you!"

"Master... you, you you you, wow..."

The little monk was speechless and just burst into tears.

Crying very loudly.

The old monk who was still slurping noodles suddenly became stiff after taking a bite of the noodles in his mouth.

"Oh, the signal on the mountain is not good, little monk. It seems that your master can't hear you crying so sadly. How about you think of another way to let your master hear you?"

The little monk cried as he went to get the yellow talisman paper that Lu Xun had prepared.

"Donor, please, please help me, fold, a thousand paper cranes. I want, for Master..."

Before the young monk could finish his words, the old monk's side returned to normal.

He swallowed the powder in one gulp, wiped his lips and smiled flatteringly, "Disciple, don't be so petty. Who did Master order so many snacks for? It was for you. Master didn't eat a single bite. He kept them all for you. Don't I say, Disciple, you've already gone to such a predestined donor's house, do you still need these few snacks?"

The little monk was still crying very sadly.

"Master, you said that playing with your phone will make you blind, is that true?"

"Playing with the master's phone will really make you blind, but if it is a phone given to you by someone who is destined to be with you, it should be fine!"

"Then can I play the king?"

"You can use the cell phone given by a destined person, but my disciple, you have to go to bed at ten o'clock. You won't grow taller if you stay up late!"

"Then my snacks..."

"Master will keep it for you!"

"I don't believe it!" "Unless you put a ban on snacks in front of me!"

“Hey, you bastard, you’ve grown smarter after coming down the mountain. Give the phone to that bastard Lu Xun!”

Taking the phone, Lu Xun looked at him with a half-smile.

"Didn't the master say that the little monk is my master? You treat my master like this, should I stand up for him?"

"..." The old monk suddenly fell silent.