"Huh? You didn't go out?"
The old lady was puzzled.
Though Little Monk was just a three-year-old boy, he was actually very busy every day.
He continued his habit of undertaking morning and evening classes in the temple, after waking up, he would recite Buddhist scriptures in his heart, and after reciting, he would go to the little woodland behind the house to train.
Once, the old lady had come out and saw him circling a stout tree with his hands gripping his feet, she almost thought that she had seen a little snake demon!
He practiced all the basic exercises, occasionally Gu Jiao would accompany him to train, if no one accompanied him, he would practice on his own, in the pure unadulterated sense of it.
After training, he would go find his friends in the village, come back for lunch, and help Gu Jiao with work in the afternoon.
Now it's precisely the time for him to spend time with his peers.
Little Monk replied: "Jiaojiao is sick, I have to accompany Jiaojiao."