There is a demon who pleases you

Part [-]: The Little Demon and the Monk

When Fu He met the little monk for the first time, he was really small, only the size of a pea diced, and he wobbled a bucket and sprinkled it all the way.Fu He had a good heart and couldn't see it, so he showed up to help him, but the little monk dropped the bucket and burst into tears when he saw Fu He.

"monster!"

"Who is the monster?"

Fu Heping was most afraid of children crying, so he hastily executed a gag, which made the little monk sob and cry.

The little monk shook his head tearfully, his little face was flushed red.

"I'm a goblin, do you know? It's not strange at all, it's the kindest and most beautiful."

In the end, Fu He couldn't bear it, and told him "don't scream", so he solved the spell.

The little monk hiccupped twice, and said sobbingly as soon as the spell was solved: "All monsters are bad, I will ask my master to take you in."

With a wave of Fu He's hand, the bucket that fell on the ground stood up miraculously, and the traces of water spilled on the ground disappeared even more.

The little monk was so shocked that he forgot to cry, his eyes were so wide open that he could stuff a big egg into his mouth.

"You really are a goblin... a goblin."

"You little monk, why don't you know how to repay your kindness? Is this what Buddhists teach?"

Fu He put his hands on his hips, shook his head and said, "It seems that your master is not very good, why don't you follow me."

"That's not true," the little monk argued with red eyes, "Master said that the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring."

"Yes," Fu He pointed to the bucket, "You owe me tens of thousands of drops of water now, and I'm afraid you can't pay it all in this life. In the next life, the next life, and the next life, you have to be my cow or horse, and you still want to I asked Master to clean me up."

The little monk looked at the bucket, then at him, his eye circles were even redder, he rubbed the hem of his clothes for a long time, as if he had made up his mind and said, "I, I won't tell Master, you leave the monastery quickly and don't come back."

"It's not up to you." Fu He's body changed, like a puff of green smoke scattered in the mountains.

The little monk didn't bother to cry, he leaned forward and stretched out his hand to touch it, got a hand of air, rubbed his eyes just now, picked up the bucket again, his little head was like the water in the bucket, rattling and rattling.

When the little monk was in a daze, his senior brother Hui Kong came over, looked at his half-empty water bucket, and knocked him on the head involuntarily.

"Don't be lazy."

The little monk covered his head aggrievedly: "I didn't."

"You are still sophistry," Hui Kong said sharply, "If you don't change your bad nature, I will ask Master to punish you for copying scriptures."

The little monk's mouth shrunk, his eyes swelled up again, and the tears kept rolling.

Huikong looked at his red eyes, and his tone softened: "Forget it this time, you go back and fill it up again, it's not an example."

The little monk didn't dare to say more, Nuonuo said "yes" and walked back dejectedly.

Fu He, who was peeking not far away, was so angry that he wanted to knock three sticks on Hui Kong's head. The great monk in the monk temple really bullied the weak with every good thing.He followed behind the little monk, and quietly cast a spell to hold the bucket for him, so that the little monk walked steadily in the second half of the journey.

After the little monk noticed the abnormality, he tentatively let go of his hands, and found that the bucket continued to "float" forward, and immediately understood who was helping him.

The little monk quickly turned his head to look back, but he was a mortal after all, so he couldn't see the goblin's tricks. Through a layer of mist, he only saw the dusty walls and untrimmed weeds.

Fu He blew lightly, and a green leaf fell on the young monk's bare head.

The little monk said coyly, "I don't want your help!"

Fu He didn't care whether he could see it or not, stuck out his tongue and said, "Then I will help you."

Afterwards, the little monk would come to fetch water every day, and Fuhe would always cast spells secretly to help the little monk. Occasionally, a senior brother would pass by and praise the little monk for his strength, and the little monk would shrink his neck shyly and go to the place where Fuhe disappeared. cast a glance.

Fu He showed his original shape and made a face at the little monk behind his brother's back.The little monk was taken aback for a moment, and stuck out his tongue at Fu He.The senior brother in front of him touched his bald head strangely and asked the little monk what was wrong, but the little monk was too obedient to speak.

Fu He thought to himself, the monastery is really a strange place, it teaches all good children to look like normal, wood carvings and stone sculptures, all of them can talk about unknown things.

At night, Fu He sneaked into the little monk's room, found the one with the roundest head among the many little bald heads, and tapped lightly on the tip of the little monk's nose.The little monk stood up shaking his head, walked out of the door quietly, and didn't wake up until the backyard, looking around in panic.

Fu He knocked the little monk on the back of the head, seeing that his legs were trembling with fright, he still pretended to be calm and shouted: "Where is the monster, show up quickly!"

"It's a goblin, not an evildoer." Fu He said with a suppressed smile.

The little monk breathed a sigh of relief, then stared.

"It's you bad monster again."

"I told you I'm not a monster."

Fu He knelt down and approached the little monk.

"Why do you keep calling me a monster?"

"Because you look... you look..."

The little monk's voice became smaller and smaller, until the last few words were almost inaudible. Fu He couldn't help asking: "How do you look?"

The little monk's ears turned red, and he hit Fu He with an iron fist, turned around and ran away.

"Looks like a cat demon!"

Fu He puffed up his face when he heard this, he is such a kind vixen, how can he look like a cat demon.

The little monk really has never seen the world, he must only know cats.

Fu He decided to show his original shape in the future, and catch another cat demon, so that the little monk can recognize the monster. There are thousands of kinds of monsters in this world, so as not to go down the mountain, lose timidity, and be laughed at by others. .

Ever since he met the little monk, Fu He's life in the monastery has become much more interesting. Children do not hold grudges. Fu He likes to tease the little monk when he is free.The little monk always ran away angrily, saying that he never wanted to see Fuhe again, and then he would approach Fuhe involuntarily.

Fu He saw the little monk's head rising up like a branch, his round head tended to be elongated, and he suddenly thought about it.

Taking advantage of the night of the full moon, when it was dark, he ran back to the cave where he practiced, and searched for the classics left by his clansmen, such as "Encyclopedia of Spells" and "Cultivation of Immortals". Decades of patience have been used up. Fu He felt dizzy.However, after searching for a few days, he couldn't find what he wanted, so Fu He had to go back to the temple dejectedly.

At this time, the spring is beautiful, the branches are full of flowers on the tree, and the bald head is shining under the tree.

Walking all the way, the little monk, who was walking all the way, walked absent-mindedly, as if his small body would fall to the ground at any time.

Fu He lay on the branch, flipped it over, and picked up the little monk's bucket as usual.

The little monk continued to walk a few steps forward as if unconscious, suddenly his body stopped, he raised his head in surprise, his eyes searched for something, until he saw Fuhe.

The little monk pretended to catch a glimpse of Fu He, dawdled under the tree, and asked coyly, "Where have you been these days?"

Fu He smiled and said, "Do you miss me?"

The little monk's ears turned red, and he argued: "No, I'm afraid... afraid that you will be taken in by the master."

Fu He nodded: "Oh, you are worried about me."

The little monk lowered his head and did not refute.

Looking at the little head of the little monk, Fu He felt more and more joyful, and told the little monk that he was looking for a spell.

"What spell?"

"A spell that makes you never grow up."

Hearing this, the little monk widened his eyes and said, "You actually want to harm me!"

"It's hard to say, I'm doing it for your own good," Fu He lowered his hand, "Elder monks are not good people, why don't you be my little monk forever?"

The little monk stared at Fu He's fingertips, hesitated for a while, shook his head, and said, "No, I want to grow up."

Fu He withdrew his hand in disappointment: "Then you will become as good as them."

"I..." The little monk hesitated to speak.

Fu He had no intention of listening to the little monk's chanting, so he cast a barrier, leaned against the tree trunk, and closed his eyes.

Hmph, isn't it just a little monk, as long as he thinks, he can have as many little monks as he wants, and if the little monk wants to grow up, he doesn't want to play with the little monk anymore!

The little monk suddenly lost sight of Fu He, and was very anxious. He dropped the bucket and searched for a long time. Seeing that he could not find anyone, he stared at the place where Fu He had stayed and stood there for a long time until the senior brother came to look for him.

Fu He looked at the little monk with his head down, carrying a bare bucket, being reprimanded by his senior brother all the way, and his heart softened, forget it, just grow up when you grow up.

When he grows up, no one can scold the little monk anymore.

Look how pitiful the little monk is, it's okay for him to show mercy occasionally to play with the little monk.

The little monk doesn't hold grudges, but Fu He remembers it, he just wants to find a chance to teach the big monk Huikong who "bullys the weak and fears the tough" a good lesson.

On this day, Fu He went down the mountain early to catch a pheasant and came back. It was roasted tender and delicious, and his mouth was full of oil.After eating, he patted his swollen belly and burped, Fu He grabbed the chicken bones and sneaked into Hui Kong's room and threw them under his bed, then threw some broken bones on the ground, and he was done.

Fu He looked at the "trap" he had set with satisfaction. Outsiders rarely came in and out of the temple, even if Hui Kong jumped into the Yellow River, he couldn't clean it up.

However, Fu He's countless calculations failed, and the first one who found the chicken bone was the young monk.

His first reaction was to ask Fu He to come out, but how could Fu He listen to him, the little monk couldn't name the culprit, so he had to deal with the aftermath himself.

He closed the door, carefully searched every corner of the room, found the broken bones one by one, put them away carefully, and prepared to dispose of them quietly while sweeping the fallen leaves.

What they didn't expect was that Huikong would turn back suddenly, and the little monk heard the sound of the door opening, and subconsciously put his hands behind his back.

It's a pity that Huikong could smell it even if he couldn't see it. He immediately raised his brows and angrily said, "It's you again!"

The little monk didn't speak, but Fu He couldn't hold back anymore. He showed half of his body behind Hui Kong, and he was about to raise his hand to greet Hui Kong.

Fu He thought in his heart, I'm just going to say it's you again, you naughty bald head!

The little monk caught sight of Fu He's movements, and he had a bad idea, so he bent his knees and knelt down.

His sudden kneeling stunned the man and the monster in front of him.

The little monk said with a tragic face: "It's all my fault, but I didn't violate the precepts. I picked these up at the gate of the temple and put them away out of curiosity."

Huikong didn't believe it, he dragged the young monk to the old monk to receive the punishment.

Fu He wanted to hit someone several times, but was stopped by the little monk. As soon as he raised his hand, the little monk admitted his mistake, which made Fu He very depressed, and Hui Kong was very puzzled.

The old monk sat cross-legged on the cattail mat and sighed softly after hearing the cause and effect.

"Huize, since you have entered the mountain gate, you have become a mortal fate. You are young and your heart is not pure enough. Go and copy the scriptures five times."

The little monk lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Yes."

The dust has settled.

Fu He said angrily: "You should listen to me and educate Hui Kong well."

The little monk rubbed his sleepy eyes, held the pen reluctantly, shook his head and said, "I was wrong."

Fu He hated him for not fighting: "What's wrong with you?"

The little monk whispered: "It's my fault that I kept your existence secret."

Fu He was at a loss for words, and after a while, he squeezed out a heavy "huh".

The candles of that day burnt out the long night.