Everyone owes me a favor

Ruyi quickly discovered Feng Ruzhi's abnormality, squatted in front of him and asked him, "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Ruyuan looked at him like a fool: nonsense, have you ever seen a talking mushroom.

Ruyi seemed to understand a little bit, crossed the umbrella and stroked his ears lightly: "...are you playing some game?"

Feng Ruyu was dissatisfied, and moved to the side: Don't touch my mushroom folds!

Sensing Feng Ruyuan's resistance, Ruyi didn't move any more, just left lightly, not disturbing his wild thoughts.

Feng Ruyuan was very happy when he was a mushroom.

He can concentrate on nothing, think about nothing, and strive to live like a mushroom, with a peaceful mind and no worries.

Occasionally, some thoughts would flash through his mind:

At the funeral that day, the beauty who was not able to see each other; the person that people were talking about, who was not able to attend the funeral, seemed to be Jing Sanchai, with a delicate name, like a girl, and her temperament must be very gentle.

But he forgot the name of the person who was put into the ice coffin and sent to the Chalcedony Lake in full view that day.

Every day, I will come to feed myself some water.

Feng Rugu thought that mushrooms needed rain and dew to grow up, so he obediently drank it every time with a small medicine bowl.

With great ambitions, he wants to grow as tall as the house and block out the sun.

Then, holding the mushroom umbrella, he went to find Xiao Hongchen who he had left behind in the inn, and built a nest with him under the mushroom, never to be separated again.

But everyone in Hanshan Temple only knew that Uncle Ruyi didn't plan to live in the future.

The small medicine stove in the Buddhist house is long-lasting, exuding the faint aroma of the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, Kunlun snow lotus and various pills.

Everyone knows that Ruyi has traveled all over the years and has countless treasures in his hands, but there is no reason to be so wasteful.

A young monk couldn't bear it anymore, and asked outside the courtyard wall, "Is Uncle Ruyi sick?"

Ruyi: "No."

"Then, you..."

Ruyi turned his back on him, melted a charm into the water, and said calmly, "Water the mushrooms."

It's over, it's crazy.

... The people in the temple thought that Ruyi was a lunatic, but he just didn't show his mountain and dew, but now he is completely insane, and there is no cure for it.

Ruyi has her own ideas.

After breaking away from the shackles of the body, Feng Ruzhi's broken soul began to grow freely.

In other words, Feng Rugu is growing up now and needs nourishment.

Although the growth of the soul body depends mostly on itself, and there is very little that external things can make up for, but Ruyi still can't help but want to hold the best things in front of him.

But to Feng Rugu, the tonic decoction condensed by thousands of essences is nothing more than a bowl of smoky water.

Then a urn of water, after tossing and tossing, only a small bowl is left in the end, which is really a waste.

Fortunately, a lot of honey is added in it, which is delicious and tastes good.

He was in a daze for a long time, and Ruyi was always guarding him, inseparable from him, almost made Feng Ruyi want to recognize his relatives, ask, are you also a mushroom?

But occasionally consistent and not very considerate.

He was often taken to bed by Ruyi and covered with a quilt when he was sleeping in a corner.

But with Feng Ruyu's limited experience, he feels that this is not a qualified mushroom.

... Mushrooms will die if they leave the ground.

So, he would sneak down to the ground in the middle of the night and curl up in the corner again.

Ruyi slept next to him, whenever he had any abnormalities, he was always the first to notice.

After he hid in the corner again, Ruyi knelt quietly in front of him for a while, his eyes looked very dark and moist under the light of a lamp: "Father, don't you want to go to bed?"

Feng Ruzhi shook his head blankly, thinking slowly, why is he here?

Seeing that he couldn't get a response, Ruyi stopped pressing, sat down beside him, leaned against his side, and let the moonlight shine through the west window, casting a chill on the ground.

Ru Yi leaned against the cold wall, looked at Feng Ru Gu's profile, and called him: "Father."

Feng Ruyuan glanced at him, but there was nothing in his eyes.

Ruyi's heart ached for a long time, and she got used to it.

Sometimes, Ruyi really doesn't know whether to respect him as a "foster father" or love him as "as usual".

He likes Feng Ruru, especially, he has become a piece of his heart, even though this piece of heart is now dedicated to playing mushrooms.

"You are absurd, and I am also absurd." Ru Yidao said, "Father, this... I am very happy."

He gently held Feng Ruyuan's hand, relaxed his heart and spirit, and said to him: "... Hong Chen has grown up, will foster father still like me?"

Feng Rugu: ... If you have something to say, talk about it, why are you touching my mushroom handle.

However, if mushrooms also had branches and leaves, Ruyi might have grown into the same clump as him.

On a certain night, Feng Rugu finally couldn't help talking to his suspected fellow.

He opened his mouth and asked softly, "What kind of mushroom are you?"

Ruyi's expression was shocked: "... What kind of mushroom are you?"

Feng Ruyu: "I am a poisonous mushroom that no one else likes."

Ruyi: "Coincidentally, me too."

Feng Rugu Nahan looked him up and down: "But you are white."

Ruyi insisted: "But I am poisonous."

Feng Ruyu: "Cheat people." No, lie to mushrooms.

Ruyi must be rarely called "deceitful" by people, so he was stunned for a long time before he answered: "I can grow up next to you, so I won't be afraid of your poison."

Feng Ruzhi was confused: "...So, you were by my side a long time ago?"

Ruyi was silent for a moment: "Yes. I was here a long time ago."

Feng Ruyu was overjoyed: "Then do you know a little mushroom called You Hongchen?"

Ruyi stopped talking, her shoulders trembled slightly.

This disappointed Feng Ruyu.

Tired of sitting, he moved to Ruyi's side, resting his head on his shoulder, talking nonsense in a daze: "...I lost him. When I came out of the 'Old World', I Hurry up and find him, I planted him in an inn and hid him well, but he was picked by others and shaved into a bald mushroom, not cute anymore..."

"...It was my fault." Ruyi circled him from behind, buried his face in the crook of his neck, trembling fingertips, grasped the ball of clothes on Feng Rugu's chest, "Father" , I was wrong. At that time, I should wait a little longer, I should..."

Rusheng has long legs and long hands, Feng Ruyuan's spiritual body is very soft, it fits perfectly in his arms.

Feng Rugu raised his face in a daze, stared ahead, and slowly stroked the top of his hair with his hand.

After waking up, Feng Rugu felt that he didn't understand what he said, even he himself couldn't understand what he said.

He suspected that as a poisonous mushroom, he was too good, and poisoned himself stupidly.

This made him fall into deep anxiety again.

He hasn't seen the sun for a long time, and he is fed water by Ruyi every day. If he really rots in a corner, his red dust mushroom will never have a chance to get back.

So he pestered Jean Ru to take him to the inn where he hid the mushrooms.

Fortunately, he remembered the name of the inn clearly.

As a mushroom, he can't talk too much, and he can't let others see that he is a mushroom spirit, so he writes the place where he is going on a piece of paper and sticks it on his forehead for Ruo to see.

After Ruyi found the note on his head, his expression was a little downcast, and he didn't know what had aroused his mind.

In the end, he gently removed the paper and replied, "...OK."

As soon as Layman Ruyi left Hanshan Temple, Hesi was overjoyed, and Master Ruxin, who was in charge of the canteen, couldn't help but fry an extra plate of fungus.

As long as one is in the temple, the temple rules will be invisibly stricter, and it has become a habit in the past ten years.

Unexpectedly, Hanshan Temple hadn't been happy all morning, and in the afternoon, Ruyi walked through the gate of the temple and came back to the temple, holding the handle of "All Beings".

...They didn't encounter any difficulties outside, it was Feng Ruyuan who had a problem.

When Feng Rugu went out, he wanted to see the scenery, so he straddled on the "Phase of All Beings", let the breeze blow on his face, and felt happy.

If she was happy to see him, she didn't stop him.

But before arriving at the destination, Feng Rugu's face turned bitter, and he couldn't sit still no matter what.

The evil aura of "All Living Beings" was too strong, and a new ghost like Feng Rugu couldn't bear it at all. A large area of ​​the root of his thigh was burnt and worn out, so he had to stop the journey.

Feng Ruyuan sat on the bed, took off his trousers, bare his legs, looked at his inner thighs with a layer of skin worn off, and felt sorry for his mushroom handle.

Ruyi is pounding medicine.

Fortunately, he has dealt with ghosts for many years and has his own set of methods.

It wasn't until she reached the side of the bed that Ruyi looked at Feng Ruyuan's posture, and realized that something seemed wrong.

Feng Ruyuan didn't understand why he hesitated, so he spread his legs wider and signaled him to hurry up.

... A mushroom does not heal itself.

Ruyi had no choice but to kneel down on one knee and apply the blended ointment on the red, swollen and broken skin.

There were some ice flakes in the ointment, but the coolness of the fingertips could not offset the heat flow from the nasal cavity and the restlessness in the chest cavity.

Feng Ruyuan was so wronged that the mushroom caps withered: ...It hurts.

He took a hissing breath, Ruyi's face turned red, and the strength of his fingertips became more gentle.

The mushroom stalk is relatively sensitive, but between repeated massage and rubbing the medicine, the other small mushroom was stimulated and slowly stood up.

Ruyi changed his posture, coughed lowly, his cheeks were completely flushed, and the red moles on his ears were no longer obvious.

But Feng Ruyuan looked at Ruyi shamelessly, his eyes open and clear.

He introduced: "This is a branch of my family."

The corner of Ruyi's mouth couldn't help but twitched, and echoed: "Yes, side branch."

Feng Ruyu blinked.

... When this man smiled, he really looked very good-looking.

After recovering from his injury, Feng Rujiu got bored of cooking mushrooms.

He went out to play this time, and found that he still needs the nourishment of the sun and rain, and the mushrooms can only grow on the mop in the corner of the house, which is not very interesting.

Besides, after reading a few books recently, he realized that most of the mushrooms are poured out of manure.

He was a clean man and felt he could not be treated like that.

So he ran to the courtyard of the Buddhist House, and after careful comparison among the many flowers and plants, he squatted next to a clump of yellow roses.

Ruyi also noticed the change in Feng Ruyuan.

He didn't say anything, he only repaired the courtyard wall that was originally a low hedgerow into four high walls overnight, and no one else was allowed to peek inside.

Everyone in Hanshan Monastery sighed, Ruyi Layman was deeply stimulated, it seems that he has made up his mind to paint a land in this mountain as a prison.

Ruyi heard the discussion, but he didn't care.

He stood by Feng Rugu's side and asked calmly, "Father, what are you doing today?"

Feng Ruyuan pulled a peony plant beside him to show his identity.

Ruyi chose the most beautiful petals from several peonies in full bloom, gathered them into a flower, and put it in his palm: "Okay, my 'flower appearance' is up to you."

Ruyi thinks that such a day is not bad.

As long as Feng Ruyuan doesn't come up on a whim and treats himself like a lotus root, and wants to bury himself in the mud, everything else is easy to talk about.

…Until one day, when he came back from morning class, he found Feng Ruzhi squatting in front of the rabbit house in the west courtyard, studying a litter of newborn rabbits.