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Presumably, sparrow spirits are much smaller and weaker than tiger spirits, leopard spirits, and vixen spirits. The most important thing is that no matter what kind of sparrows they are, they don’t eat people.Swallowing the fish meat in one gulp or two, the remaining fear seemed to be swallowed up together.

Facing Yaobai, he began to get intimate again, blinking his eyes curiously: "Then what kind of sparrow are you, a sparrow or an oriole?"

Yaobai's eyes fell on the empty water surface, and he said lightly: "The tit."

For some reason, Yifu suddenly felt that Yaobai was sitting there, clearly all mountains and rivers were in his eyes, but the small figure was extremely lonely.

Yifu heard from Master that it takes a hundred years for spirits and monsters to cultivate spiritual consciousness, and it takes hundreds of years to cultivate human form.I have only been in this mountain temple for three years, and I often feel lonely, let alone Yaobai who has lived in the world for a hundred years.Thinking of this, Yifu almost thought with pity that Yaobai should have no one of his kind in this mountain.

So even if the monsters have different paths, Yao Bai also likes to play with him.

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The sky cleared, and the mist in the mountains gradually dissipated.As soon as I floated to the stream and finished washing my hands, I was rubbing the water stains on my waist when suddenly there was a rushing sound from the path leading to the Buddhist hall behind me.At the same time, a golden light flashed on the surface of the water, and when he turned around in a daze, there was still the shadow of the sparrow spirit Yaobai.The fish bones on the ground, the scorched stones, and the footprints stepped by the two villains are all gone.

Like a sparrow spirit sitting by the river talking to herself, the fat fish roasting on fire is just a dream between naps.

Suddenly surprised, he saw his senior brother running out from the path covered in mottled skin, dragging a pair of muddy straw sandals on his feet.

Yiyuan looked around frightenedly, and finally saw his junior squatting beside the stream, almost blending into the mud and sand on the bank.Seeing his body covered in mud, the clothes on his hands and feet were rolled up high, revealing his glistening arms and legs.Although the description is ugly, the arms and legs are healthy anyway.

"My lord!" Yiyuan's pale face turned blood instantly, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as if he had been pardoned, "I found you!" He must have walked a long way to find Yiyuan, and the mud on the soles of his shoes was half a foot thick. , Walking and stumbling, like a tumbler with a strong body and a strong will.

As soon as Yiyuan let go of the tension in his heart, he couldn't help nagging.So Yiyuan watched his senior brother come forward with a deep foot and a shallow foot, and at the same time he had to use his strength to speak, so that people couldn't help but feel tired for him.

"It's raining so hard outside, I thought you were clever enough to know where to hide. But I didn't see anyone at lunch, and I thought you were lazy and sleeping in the room, and I searched everywhere but couldn't find it." Yiyuan gasped. , speaking as if leaking the wind: "When I went to the Buddhist hall to see it, I was frightened of your senior brother. Fortunately, fortunately, the Buddha blesses me."

Yifu couldn't help looking at the place where Yaobai was sitting, and thought to himself: The Buddha didn't bless me, he wanted to smash me to death.

Thinking of the big fat fish I swallowed fifteen minutes ago, I became so heartless: I may not be able to bless me in the future.

On the way back, I passed the dilapidated Buddhist hall, and the broken Buddha statues were scattered all over the ground, and the piles on the left were soaked in the mud. "Buddha sits high above the clouds, he's not as good as a sparrow spirit at critical moments." Yifu thought rebelliously.

He became a monk in a daze, and studied scriptures for three years.Before he had time to comprehend the vastness of Buddhism, he was inadvertently abducted by the sparrow spirit who suddenly appeared and deviated from the road.

After being frightened for a while, Yiyuan never dared to let Yifu go to repair the Buddhist hall alone, and the Buddhist hall is completely rotten now, they alone cannot repair it before the Buddha's birthday next month.He explained the situation to Master, took some money and went to the village at the foot of the mountain to hire some workers.The two brothers and sisters went to do odd jobs every day to see the progress.

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Yiyuan came out holding a few rotten beams, and saw his junior sitting on the wall in a daze.He threw the wood in the corner with a clatter, walked over and raised his hand to poke his buttocks, "What are you looking at?"

Yifu staggered his eyes from the two frolicking birds on the tree, and moved to the blue sky, "Look at the clouds."

Yiyuan paused for a moment, then jumped up with his hands on the wall, sat side by side with him, and said inexplicably: "Look at the trees, flowers, and clouds, junior brother is so elegant."

"Brother, have you ever gone down the mountain?" After a while, Yifu suddenly asked.

Of course, the descent from the mountain he mentioned is not a literal descent from the mountain. Buddhist disciples living deep in mountain temples often refer to "entering the world" as descending the mountain.

"No." Yiyuan stretched his waist, "The world is so trivial, there is no such thing as leisure and ease on the mountain."

"You haven't been there before, so how do you know it's not good." Yifu looked at the light clouds in the sky, showing vague longing, "I heard people say that Hongchen is very cute."

Although Yifu didn't leave until he was seven years old in the secular world, because he didn't remember much and lived a miserable life, he really didn't have a good taste of the world at the foot of the mountain.Ke Yaobai said that the world of mortals is cute, and Yifu couldn't help thinking, what is in the world of mortals?He almost tried his best to find it in his childhood memories. There was the smell of meat from the neighbor's house that could not go away for years, the stale wine that his uncle could never finish drinking, and the white-faced steamed buns that his cousin secretly stuffed.

Yifu put his hands on his sides, and dangled his legs leisurely.The figures of two birds broke in suddenly, and the tree shadow and the bird shadow fell into his arms together.Yifu frowned unconsciously, and his heart was filled with indescribable and secret happiness quietly—the world of mortals has undisguised likes, fat fish that can't be eaten, and the kind-hearted little sparrow spirit with a bad temper.

At this moment, Yiyuan turned his head to the side, and looked at Yifu suspiciously, "You listen to people, who do you listen to?" It is definitely not a senior brother in the temple who can say such things to Yifu, and his recent behavior It was really different from usual, and Yiyuan couldn't help asking a few more questions.

Yifu started to talk nonsense with a normal expression, "Uncle Ling said it." Uncle Ling is the old monk who tolled the bell in the monastery. No one knows his Dharma name, even he himself doesn't remember it.All he knew was that he should belong to the generation of "Ling" according to the word ranking, so everyone in the temple called him "Ling Bo".

Yiyuan shook his head with a speechless face, as if he felt that he could keep Lingbo's words in his heart, and still pretend to believe it was true. Yiyuan was really hopeless.

Peasant men are unwilling to be quiet when they are working, and they always talk and brag in their thick voices.Yiyuan euphemistically mentioned that the quiet place of Buddhism should not be noisy, and the workmanship was kept for a long time, and the next day he went back to his old ways.Yiyuan was too lazy to take care of it, so he let them complete the renovation of the Buddhist hall bustlingly.

As soon as he was free, he ran to the Buddhist hall in the back mountain, and told his senior brother that the newly built Buddhist hall should be cleaned frequently, and the Buddha would like it if he gained some popularity.Yiyuan didn't know where he heard this, and he didn't bother to ask any more, so he let him go.Usually, I would sit on top of the wall for a long time. The newly built wall is very high, and the view is better than before, and I can see the vast forest and the winding westward stream.Then follow the path to the stream for a walk, and finally wash your hands, feet and face in the water, and go back in the glow of the setting sun.

Until the end of July and half of August, Yao Bai did not appear again.