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Chapter 191 The White Fox and the Ancient Scriptures

However, God may have deliberately opposed Aiwen. Just now he just smiled, but within a few minutes, dark clouds suddenly floated in the sky.

Afterwards, accompanied by bursts of thunder, the torrential rain poured down suddenly, and someone wanted to cry without tears.

Because it has been in disrepair for a long time, and because he was busy with his master's funeral recently, he forgot to fill the roof with thatch before the rainy season in the past few days, and the small temple suddenly leaked.
Ai Wen hurriedly rescued those precious scriptures first, and put them in the northwest corner where the old monk took him and specially reinforced it because of rain leakage last year, and it is still very strong.

By the time he was busy with the scriptures, he was almost wet by now, so he could only watch helplessly that he had turned into a vast ocean of blankets.

It was raining heavily outside the house, and the rain was swaying inside the house. The bedding and furniture were soaked in minutes.

Looking around, the other two rooms are in the same state, and the Buddhist hall with the Buddha statue in front is better.

Because a few years ago, a wealthy family at the foot of the mountain came up the mountain to fulfill their vows and contributed money to help add tiles to the front part of the Buddhist hall. The effect of the tiles is naturally not comparable to thatch, so there has been no leakage in the past few years. question.

Helplessly curled up in front of the Buddhist hall, Aiwen sat on the futon, hugged his legs and curled up into a ball.

Anyway, I definitely don't need to sleep tonight, I can only pray that it will be sunny tomorrow, so that I can dry the quilt at least.

Looking at the rain outside the door, the noise and silence, the little monk Aiwen suddenly felt a kind of sadness called loneliness.

I... from now on, there will only be one person...

But at this moment, the sky suddenly erupted with a violent roar again, and the fleeting lightning illuminated the entire night. After that, he was suddenly surprised to find that there was a white thing lying at the gate of his temple.

After hesitating, Ivan stood up and approached carefully, and soon discovered that lying in the rainstorm was actually a little white fox!
As a pure monk who had been instilled in him to "cherish moth gauze lamps" since he was a child, even though he was poor and had hardly used oil lamps, Aiwen hurriedly carried the unconscious little guy into the house.

Judging from the appearance, the fox seemed to have no external injuries, but it was unconscious and its wet body was even colder.

If it weren't for breathing and occasionally shivering instinctively when the cold wind blows by, Ivan would have thought it was dead!

How to do?
Master never taught that if he encounters such a situation, he should deal with it and let him be at a loss for a while.

Looking down at the trembling little fox in a coma, Ivan gritted his teeth suddenly, untied his clothes, and hugged it against his chest.

So cold…

Ai Wen shivered subconsciously, but immediately endured it while reciting the Buddha's name.

This method of going to the doctor in an emergency is obviously still effective. Gradually, he felt that the fur of the little fluffy thing on his chest was gradually drying up, and the temperature of his body also increased a little bit.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt the fur ball in his arms move.

Lowering his head subconsciously, Ai Wen's gaze suddenly met a pair of bright black eyes. Inexplicably, he actually remembered the girl from that day.

"Amitabha, what am I thinking about..."

Laughing at himself, the little monk Aiwen carefully looked at the little fox lying quietly on his chest, and quietly looked at his little fox with a pair of big eyes very spiritually.

From the overall outline, it seems to be different from the most common red wild fox in the mountains, without the sharp edges and wildness.

It looks smaller, softer, and cuter overall.

The most important thing is that it doesn't have the fishy smell of ordinary beasts, but it smells a little fragrant. I don't know how it is made...

"Is it some rare species?"

Because the old monk didn't tell him much about these things, the young monk Aiwen didn't understand it very well, but it obviously didn't matter, as long as he made sure that it didn't seem to bite him.

Alvin was once bitten by a grass snake, and it was really... painful...

One person and one fox cuddled up to each other in the heavy rain all night. In the early morning of the next day, the dark clouds finally slowly dispersed, revealing the bright sky.

A little tired, Ivan blinked, looked down at the little white fox, and found that its fur was completely dry, and its spirit was no longer as sluggish as it was at the beginning, and he immediately showed a relieved smile.

"It looks like it should be fine."

He got up and took the drowsy little guy out of his arms, who seemed to be a little sleepy in the warm embrace, looked at it and yawned cutely, and couldn't help but smile softly.

"Little guy, let's go if you're okay, don't get caught in the rain next time, animal colds should be terrible, right?"

Tilting his head, the little fox looked at him reluctantly.

There was a soft "owwow", probably in response to him, and then the little fluffy thing walked away step by step, and quickly disappeared into the nearby grass.

When the white color completely disappeared from the field of vision, Ivan suddenly sneezed uncontrollably.

"It's over! Hurry up and see if there is any dry firewood, drink some hot water, and don't catch a cold!"

The little monk Ai Wen hurriedly ran to the utility room, rummaged through dry firewood that was not wet, and heated up hot water.

All in all, things seem to be back on track together.

But since then, Aiwen often found some fresh melons and fruits from the door who didn't know who put them there. Until one rainy day, he saw some small footprints in the shape of a small plum blossom village, and he smiled knowingly.

This kind of thing continued on and off for more than half a month until one day.

Ai Wen opened the door early in the morning, and suddenly found that it was not melons and fruits that appeared at the door today, but...an ancient book that looked a bit worn out.

"what is this?"

Out of curiosity, the little monk reached out to pick up the book whose black cover was half rotten and whose name could not be read at all.

After flipping through it lightly, he couldn't help but be attracted by the contents immediately.

This seems to be a Buddhist scripture, but it is completely different from the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra", "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra", "Buddha Says Pharmacist Tathagata Original Vow Sutra", "Buddha Says Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Original Vow Sutra", " Shurangama Sutra, Diamond Sutra and other scriptures.

The content of this book is actually talking about how to cultivate the six senses!
The correct knowledge and view of Buddhism refers to the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind, which are the six consciousnesses, and this book is about how to cultivate the six magical powers that match them!
"This, this, is this true?"

Ivan was stunned for a moment, feeling that the inherent world in his heart collapsed.

He always thought that only Buddha has supernatural powers and omnipotent power, and those legendary stories that his master told were just stories, which were extremely far away from him.

However, if this ancient book is not joking, it means that even as an ordinary monk, he still has the opportunity to cultivate those supernatural powers!
There is no doubt that Ivan was moved.

Although he knew it was greedy, but he really couldn't control this extremely strong impulse.

Almost trembling all over, he flipped through the ancient book page by page, eagerly absorbing every paragraph of text on it, completely addicted to it, unable to extricate himself.
(End of this chapter)