Chapter 202
But suddenly, the entire mouth seemed to be being roasted by fire.

Lanling whimpered in pain, writhed in Qingyuan's arms non-stop, hit his face several times with his tail, and drew a red mark.

But this movement touched the wound on her body, and Lan Ling's painful tears came out, and she kept wiping her protruding tongue with her paws.

Qingyuan panicked for a while, holding Lan Ling's small body at a loss:
"Little fox, what's the matter with you? Don't worry, there is a small river in front of you. I'll take you there." After that, Qingyuan hugged Lanling and ran at the fastest speed, and even cared for her with his hands. Will rub against the wound.

Lan Ling whimpered and agreed.

When he reached the river, Qingyuan gently put Lan Ling on the ground, then knelt down and took a sip of water and fed it into her mouth.

It wasn't until the bloody smell in her mouth was completely cleared away that Lan Ling moved her tail feebly, and looked at the boy in front of her with eyes that were still glistening with tears.

He was wearing a blue-gray monk robe, his head was shaved and some blue hair roots emerged, his delicate face, especially his pair of eyes, seemed to be able to reflect everything in the world, clear and transparent.

There is a string of small Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and he looks no more than fourteen or five years old.

Feeling Lan Ling's gaze, Qingyuan felt as if he was being scrutinized by her, and his ears turned red unconsciously.

But he still clasped his hands together, chanted "Amitabha", stepped forward and hugged Lan Ling, and began to chant again:

"Little fox, the monks are compassionate. You are so hurt now that you need to clean up the wound. It's getting dark now, so we have to go back to the temple quickly..."

"Pa", Lan Ling flicked her tail, and lightly hit Qing Yuan on the face, hoping to tell him to shut up.

Qingyuan seemed to really understand what she meant, and he didn't say anything, just ran to protect her.

Lan Ling sniffed the faint sandalwood on his body, and unconsciously fell asleep...

Lan Ling was originally a little white fox in the deep mountains. She had no father or mother. No one knew where she came from. Since she was born, she has been supported by other animals in the mountains to survive.

The original name of this mountain is Hexian Mountain, and it is said that Taoist Aunt He Xianren was born here.

The residents at the foot of the mountain have been living and working in peace and contentment, thinking that they were blessed by Taoist priest He Xianren, so they built a temple at the foot of the mountain to worship fireworks.Because the villagers live well, there have always been a lot of tributes.

Lan Ling and other animals would often go to steal the tribute, but the villagers thought it was the messenger of Taoist He Xianren, so they let the animals enjoy the tribute.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lan Ling went to He Xianren's temple to eat tributes as usual, but she didn't expect to meet a Wang Bajing who had cultivated for 500 years.

This Wang Bajing was also eating tribute, Lan Ling had never seen him before, instinctively thought it was an intruder, and immediately rushed towards him, but this Wang Bajing laughed.

"It's the old man's fault for eating your food today, how about I compensate you some other day?" As he spoke, he pulled Lan Ling out of his arms.

Lan Ling was biting his chest at this time, when she suddenly saw a red fruit, just holding it in her mouth, Lao Wang Bajing pulled it out again, the red fruit accidentally rolled into her stomach .

"Oh! You little fox, how could you eat that thing! It's a sin."

(End of this chapter)

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