Yang Tian's heart was depressed, and he kept swearing: "grandma, this old bald ass has made something mysterious. We just lost five monks. There's a little monk coming out of this Buddhist vessel. What kind of thing is it? "

I saw the 11-2-year-old monk with nine neat ring scars on his head. He was wearing a robe made of the finest silk materials. There was a hanging Buddha bead made of the golden Linden on the bodhi tree, a thread of transparent ice silk on his neck, a rosary made of the golden pearls the size of 18 thumbs in his left hand, and a long one in his...