After a while, a monk from the Wanfo Temple sent a few clothes for washing and handed them to them. There was a place where the monk house was washed. The group was taken away with it, and each replaced the wet clothes on his body.

When Song Ka didn't pay attention, Song Ka touched the phone secretly and sent a text message to Ge Yu: "I am Songka, temporarily safe, Myanmar Bagan Lie Buddha Temple, come to see it at first sight."

After sending this text message, Song Ka turned off immediately, put the phone with it, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

In the current situation, Songka knew in his heart that just a few days ago, Sister Tira was still the leader of Pattaya, and there was a batch of good players under his hand, but in a blink of an eye, all the gray and smoke were destroyed, and the killing of the traitor was killed by the killing of the traitor.

Fleeing, there are still many people facing each other, becoming the hands of Song En, it is impossible for Tira to return to Pattaya again, and it is even impossible to stay in Southeast Asia.

, Sooner or later, Songen will come here one day.

So Songkhla made his own decision and notified Ge Yu that there was only one purpose, which was to pick Tila away from Southeast Asia and send it to China. No matter where it was arranged, it would be safer than here.

As for the small village in the depths of Myanmar that Tira mentioned, it was also unreliable. Maybe Songen would be discovered at any time and directly destroyed by people.

Song Ka has always been unable to figure it out. The man who Tira is so powerful in the practice world of Huaxia is so powerful, and Tira has always lived in Pattaya so hard, and gave him a child.

Tira still refused to say something to the man.

Song Ka's heart was clear, but when he opened his mouth, the man named Wu Jiuyin would never ignore it.

It was just that Song Ka was suffering from Wu Jiuyin's mobile phone number, otherwise he would have given him a long time ago, letting the negative man know how miserable the current sister Tira is now.

Songkhla sighed, only full of helplessness.

After a while, a few people in Tira simply changed into a clean clothes and came to a hall again.

There are already several monks waiting outside the main hall, and there are still a few medicine boxes next to it.

After seeing a few of them arrived, Zen Magen found that there were sword injuries on them. Fortunately, there were monk doctors who specifically healed people in this temple. They waited for a long time in the hall.

As soon as they came, they began to bandage the wounds for those people, and they took them a few pills for them.

Tira was also injured. When Song En and a group of people suddenly came to kill them, they caught them off guard. When they fought with Song En, they suffered internal injuries and forced themselves to escape all the way.

Now suddenly settled down, I felt sore in my body. Fortunately, I finally found a place to settle. I didn't expect to do good at the beginning, but now I have such good fruits.

When a group of people handled the same, Master Mai Peng appeared again and greeted a few people to go elsewhere to use some fast rice.

The journey went all the way and was frightened. These people had not eaten and closed all day and night.

After Tira expressed his gratitude, he followed the Zen Master Mai to go to the fasting house to dine with the monks in the temple.

The sky was dark unknowingly. At night after the rain, it was slightly cool, but I didn't know when it was a few dark clouds floating from the moon.

During the vegetarian meal, a group of monks were eating silently.

Tira, Wu Silu, and his three men, had just finished bandaging and sat there and had a quiet meal.

A small child such as Wu Silu also followed them. This is a very sensible child. Even if you see so many bloody storms, you don't feel so scared.

Breaking or blooming in many places, the child never shouted a pain.

Like them, the child did not eat a day and night, nor did he say he was hungry.

Now that he finally had food, Wu Silu lowered his head and squeezed the rice into his mouth, looking like he was eating it voraciously.

Tira looked at the distress, reached out and patted his little head, and whispered aside: "Xiao Lu, you eat slowly, so you will be stunned." Tira also faced in his rice bowl

Cover some vegetables.

There is not much fishy food in the temple, but several people also eat very fragrant.

There was a little smile on the face of Zen Mai Pong's face, looking at Wu Silu, and suddenly said, "Little doll, your bone is good, do you want to follow the old monk here?"

In this way, Master Mindong Master Mai suddenly appeared on Tira's face. Master Magon was a very famous monk in Southeast Asia.

Still Thailand, the monks are respectful. If Wu Silu can practice with Master Mai, it is best.

Tira glanced at Wu Silu, what was just going to say, Wu Silu, who was gallowing, suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, reached out and wiped the grain of the corner of his mouth, and suddenly said: "I don't want to practice with you. I don’t want to be a monk.

I want to be a big hero like my father, kill the bad guys who bully my mother. "

Wu Silu suddenly said this, and Tira didn't expect it.

Since he became sensible, Wu Silu would often ask himself why others have fathers but he doesn’t.

Whenever Wu Silu asked this question, Tira's heart would be heartbroken and had to tell him that his father was a great hero in a very distant place. As long as he grew up, he could see his father.

Whenever he said this, Wu Silu always looked longing.

Tira always treats him as a child, but children will grow up. She looks like she is almost ten years old, and everything is seen. Even if she doesn't say anything, he understands it in his heart.

The child is finally going to grow up.

"Xiaolu, how do you talk to Master Mindong? You can't be so rude." Tira said angrily.

Wu Silu looked back at her mother, lowered her head and continued to eat.

Zen Master Maipong smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said, "It's okay, it's okay... The old monk just said that since he doesn't want to, the old monk will not force it. It's just that, the old monk hasn't seen it for so many years.

It’s a pity for a child who has such a good root and bones. If this child doesn’t practice, it would be a pity... Also, why is such a young child so murderous? As a child’s mother, you have a responsibility.”

He lowered his head and stopped talking. Yes, after being by my side for years, this child has also seen many fighting and killing...
Chapter completed!