fox kidnapper

"Pfft." Under the blue sky, a playful laugh suddenly broke the silence of the mountains, and Fan Mo couldn't help but laugh.

Outside the Ningxin Temple, there is a circle of Biye sycamore trees, which are tall and strong, and the thickest one can be hugged by one person.The palm of the bitong leaf is fat, like a round green silk fan, densely embroidered with criss-cross tendons, like helpless lovesickness becoming a disaster.The sky is scorching hot, the leaves are layered on top of each other, and the golden light leaks from the top to the bottom. It is as light as a feathered butterfly, and falls on the handsome and dusty face like an illusion, slightly itchy.The leaves are emerald green, facing the wind.Fold a piece casually to cover the face, it is the unique coldness of grass and trees.The body was hanging on the tree trunk contentedly, and the black robe poured out like a waterfall, facing the light on one side and facing the sun on the other.The black robe was lifted in the air, and Fan Mo put his leg on the other leg, his toes dangling leisurely.The handsome smiling face under the sycamore leaves trembled wildly.

He didn't know that Xue Zun was such a stupid person.Under the appearance of a dull scholar, there is actually a simple and cute child-like.

Xue Zun has been in Ningxin Temple for half a month, and Fan Mo has been waiting outside the temple for half a month.Xue Zun didn't know that he was still outside the temple, and Fan Mo didn't need him to know this.If he can't get into Ningxin Temple, what can he say, it's just a shame.

The severed tail of Mohu picked up by Xue Zun was the result of the injury caused by Fan Mo's escape from thunder.Unexpectedly, an idiot scholar suddenly appeared from the mountain, holding his truncated tail baby in his arms unexpectedly, which surprised Fanmo, thinking that this person might not be as simple as he appeared on the surface, so he procrastinated. The seriously injured body followed him all the way, and finally turned back into a human body, but saw that he had started a fire, crouching and sleeping under a tree, breathing evenly without noticing the arrival of outsiders.He stared at him for a long time, but the stupid scholar didn't know it.

Fan Mo thought, he was just a stupid mortal, with slow movements and stupid brains, how can there be a monster who is smart.If you pick up the broken tail, let him pick it up. Anyway, one tail is missing, and there are eight other tails.He is a noble nine-tailed ink fox with peach blossoms, a nobleman among foxes, a mere bullshit thunder robbery, a mere broken tail, a piece of cake, and even more worthless.Looking at the man, he couldn't help but be attracted by one of his feet. The toes tightly wrapped in white cloth socks rushed out of the shoe mouth, and they were opened wide open regardless.His white shirt was all dirty and sloppy, he didn't look like a scholar.Tired of staring at that stupid mortal, he turned his pitch-black eyes and pointed at the burning, black, red, smoking twig. He thought it was very interesting, and secretly planned when he would find out and when he would wake up. .Fortunately, the scholar was not completely stupid, and it took him almost a stick of incense to realize the clues later.Woke up suddenly.

Thinking of this, he changed his posture again.Put your feet on the trunk of the sycamore tree, still shaking leisurely.

His fox tail stayed in Xuezun's Zen room, hanging by the window to bask in the sun like him.The filthy black blood that had flowed from the severed tail penetrated into the scholar's arm, and now it was quietly swimming in his body.This is the trick of the fox demon. What the scholar does and thinks in a day, what he eats and drinks, when he takes a bath and changes clothes, when he turns off the light and goes to sleep, what book he reads in the morning, whether he secretly reads the blue book at night, what kind of Didn't talk to the little novice next to him, said anything, or did he compete with the little monk after lunch to sweep away the half-yellow and green sycamore leaves that fell to the ground in the courtyard, or held the Four Books and Five Classics, shaking his head In the promenade, he murmured in a low voice, shook his head, shook his head, and then bumped his head against the ebony agarwood pillar of the temple, with an "ow", backed away in pain.The book in his hand refused to relax at all.It was at this time that Fanmo laughed on the big plane tree outside through the high temple wall.

Fanmo thinks he's funny, so stupid.He likes to play with fun things, and he will not stop until he gets tired of playing.This scholar is fun, and he wants to continue playing.Therefore, he has been waiting outside for half a month.This silly scholar can't escape.

Just as he was thinking this way, he suddenly felt a monstrous black mist swirling all the way from the deep mountain, and suddenly stopped on an old and dead jujube tree.Fan Mo was very vigilant, he lifted the sycamore leaves on his face and discarded them, and the small fan-like green leaves fluttered and fell in the sun, falling into a piece of dead branches and leaves, so out of place.

"You're so young, hiding and hiding. Get out!" Fan Mo kicked the tree trunk and jumped down.

The black mist trembled in the air, and it took a long time to transform into a human form.A man in gray clothes stood on an old jujube tree with a broken cattail fan in his waist, looking at this side from a distance.

"What did I say, it turned out to be a refined yun." Fan Mo sneered.

"I have no grievances or enmities with Your Excellency, why do you speak so viciously and slander others." Na Yun, oh no, the man in gray spoke loudly, but he didn't dare to move forward.

Fan Mo became playful, leaning against the tree trunk with folded arms, raised his black eyelashes, full of disdain. "What are you trying to do here? You, a little monster, come to the temple to humiliate yourself?"

"Your Excellency, you can't enter this Ningxin Temple?" The man retorted desperately.

"Whether I can get in or not is up to you, a bastard, to speak condescendingly and have no dignity?" After speaking, a ball of black air condensed in the palm, surging like a wave, which could not be resisted. "Anyway, if you have nothing to do, I will play with you."

That palm was extremely fierce, and it swept towards Na Yun like a gust of wind and rain, and Na Yun was blown away in an instant.Fan Mo was still not satisfied, and immediately followed after holding back his palm.

Xue Zun struggled to bring up a wooden bucket of water from Qingtian Well.Already sweating profusely and panting.The Qingtian Well in Ningxin Temple, as its name suggests, tastes as sweet as sugar, and as clear as a spring.There is an exaggerated saying that just drinking the cold well water in these four seasons can make people willing to fill their stomachs with water, and the sound of clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang rattling clang in the stomach when sleeping at night is also the sound of happiness.When Xue Zun heard this statement for the first time, he was also a little moved.When I was helping the small kitchen of Ningxin Temple to fetch water, I told the master who was in charge of the kitchen. "Master, there is no need to plan my fasting meal today. I want to drink well water and have a full drink." Hearing this, the chef monk thought it was because their little Ningxin Temple did not provide enough hospitality, which made the frail, quiet and gentle man The scholar benefactor of the book abused himself like this, his heart trembled, and he immediately asked. "Is the benefactor Xue not used to eating the vegetarian food in the temple? But it's not to your liking?"

Xue Zun waved his hands again and again. "No, no. If you want to talk about the reason, it's just because the well water is sweet and sweet, so I want to fill my stomach with well water like the rumors. Master don't have to worry about me."

"..." The old monk in charge of the cook opened his mouth and was speechless.With one side of his eyes, he can't help re-examining this handsome scholar who has been here for half a month, wondering what kind of books he warms up every day.

Xue Zun carried the water to the corridor and ran into a young monk in blue.Half of the water in the bucket swung out in an instant, splashing everywhere.The young monk was handsome, with delicate features but his phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, his red lips were pursed, hesitant to speak.Seeing that the water in the wooden bucket had splashed on both of them, the hem of the blue and white shirts were soaked, and he immediately said "Amitabha".He looked at Xue Zun, and after saying this, he turned around and walked back.Xue Zun put the barrel under the pillars of the corridor, raised his eyes and shouted. "Second Pillar! Wait a minute."

The young monk who was called "Two Zhuzi" immediately turned pale, no matter how handsome his face was, he couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes.He turned his head and bowed, and said coldly. "The poor monk's dharma name is compassion, and he has long been cut off from the world of mortals. Benefactor Wan Wangxue doesn't need to be called by this worldly name anymore."

Xue Zun caught up with him. "I know, little master, if I don't call you by your previous name, where would you be willing to stop and have a detailed conversation with me?"

Min Sheng closed his eyes, unable to see the expression in his eyes clearly.

Xue Zun said again. "I came to Ningxin Temple not only to find a quiet place to study, but also to be entrusted by others."

When Minsheng heard this, he immediately took a step back.He raised his eyes and said, his tone was as cold as winter frost. "Blesser Xue said this to the poor monk more than once as soon as he entered the temple. The poor monk remembered it, and because he remembered it, he didn't want to hear it again. Please don't mention it again."

"Are you really so cold-blooded and ruthless that you even leave your biological parents behind and discard them like shoe shoes, and don't care about them?"

"Benefactor Xue, why does he listen to what other people say?" Min Sheng was still cold, his face was as cold as ice.

"Your father is telling the truth, and he also knows that your name is Er Zhuzi - you also accepted this name..." Xue Zun was at a loss for a moment when he saw that his expression was not good.This little monk Minsheng is completely different from other monks in the temple. This is what Xue Zun felt when he first met him.Minsheng's appearance is one of the most beautiful in the temple, but it doesn't matter, no matter how eye-catching the monk's face in the temple is, it's just the world's perception in the world of mortals, and it's not worth paying attention to.However, it was the cold aura on Minsheng's body, if someone else got closer to him, he would be frozen into a popsicle, and his teeth would chatter, no exaggeration.Xue Zun often talked to him about Gua Weng, hoping that he would agree to see his elderly parents, but every time he came here, the air around him was a bit colder than usual.Biansheng Xuezun is tireless, does not know how to retreat, and still looks for death with his face.

Therefore, whenever Minsheng meets Xuezun in Ningxin Temple, he turns his head and leaves, ruthless and ungrateful.

"He's not my father." After a while, Fang Shanshan, who had been silent for a while, said. "I am not his biological son either. I am indeed called Erzhuzi in the secular world, but I lost my mother when I was born. When I was three years old, my father was captured as a strong soldier and died of exhaustion in the imperial mausoleum. I have nothing to worry about in this world, so Fang alone threw himself into Buddhism."

Xue Zun was surprised when he heard that, this was the first time he had heard Minsheng say so many words in one breath, and the content of his words was completely different from that of the old man selling watermelons, completely different.This caused him to have the illusion that he didn't know which was true and which was false.

Xuezun asked. "You mean, that old man lied to me? But why did he lie to me..."

"Heh." Min Sheng sneered. "Gua Weng? He is still the same. I have been in Buddhism for five years, but he is persistent and has no intention of backing down."

"What do you mean by that?" Xue Zun was curious and immediately asked.

"The melon man you saw was originally a melon I found in my melon field when I was in the world. He stole watermelons at night. I saw that he was weak and skinny, so I gave him a melon. After that, he came every day. Standing in front of my hut, I grew up day by day, and he was no longer as weak as he was when he was young. He was born tall, and the reason why he was born tall is because he often eats dead human flesh to increase his cultivation, so he can't wait. Cultivate human form with the intention of sharing the same death with me. I tried to comfort him, but he refused to listen to a single word. I saw that I couldn’t persuade him, so I had to become a monk and avoid him. It’s really a bad fate.”

Min Sheng lowered his head and narrated with a blank expression, as if he was not talking about his own past, but someone else's story.Min Sheng is cold by nature, even if he is a monk, he still looks cold, maybe he just gave Na Yun a watermelon casually before, just casually.Instead, Na Yun was overwhelmed by flattery, and secretly fell in love with him. For this reason, she worked hard to cultivate a positive result with him.

"Y-yao?" Xue Zun was dumbfounded, and couldn't choose what to say for a while. "Is...there really... are there... monsters... monsters in this world?"

Min Sheng glanced at him.The eyes are quite contemptuous and pitiful.No answer, already an answer.

"It's not the first time he has asked someone to come to the temple to persuade me to go out, and he has tried repeatedly. But he knows that all lies will be exposed by me, and he still deceives people to persuade me day after day, year after year. Why bother—— Xu Ji, why bother—" Min Sheng frowned and turned away when Xue Zun froze after finishing these words.

Xue Zun was stiff from sunny day to dusk.It was still discovered by other young monks passing by. Seeing him in a daze and pitiful state, they thought he was stupid in reading and couldn't help feeling sorry for him. Three or four people dragged him back to the meditation room together, put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt thoughtfully.At the end, he blew out the lamp for him, closed the door and left.

The crowd walked for a long time, eyes motionless in the endless darkness, Xue Zun with slightly parted lips stared at the dense cobwebs on the beams, without any warning, said something in a hoarse voice. "Yu-yao! Yuyao!"

"There really are monsters in this world, there are monsters!" he said, murmuring.

"Blue Book, I blamed you wrongly, you didn't lie to me..."