Rebirth of the Son Raiders

As soon as Lin Yanhong moved, the little guy immediately exploded. He roughly estimated the difference in strength (body) and size (type) between himself and the opponent. It jumped off the futon, obviously ready to run away.

However, the ideal is plump, but the reality is skinny.

Its two little paws got stuck in the crevice of the futon, and it couldn't get it off no matter how hard it pushed, it groaned anxiously.

So the "murderer" who treated the futon "cruelly" just now is now trapped by the "victim".

Lin Yanhong watched with joy in his heart, and stood beside him with folded arms, watching the "Little Wolf Cub's Escape Story" with great interest.

However, as time passed, the little guy still couldn't break free.

It seemed to be getting more and more frightened, and even started to scream. While screaming, it looked at Lin Yanhong, his eyes were full of vicious vigilance, but also with fear and panic that could not be ignored.

Seeing the little wolf cub like this, Lin Yanhong's expression changed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded.

He walked over, squatted down, and when the little wolf cub was struggling to bite him, he grabbed a piece of the back of its neck with one hand, and its small mouth with the other, with lightning speed. Don't let it open its mouth.

Being caught by the back of the neck, the little guy felt as if he had been tapped. It arched its back, folded its tail and tucked it between its two little fat legs, and struggled symbolically, honestly.

Lin Yanhong once saw an orange cat raised in the kitchen passing by the garden of Dongyuan with his baby in its mouth.

That little guy was as honest as a little furball at the time, so he thought it was a cub that would become honest in front of its mother, but later found that the little girl could achieve the same effect by grabbing the back of its neck with her hands.

Hearing from the nanny that kittens, puppies, rabbits and even mice are all like this, Lin Yanhong even expressed his surprise—after all, this kind of knowledge cannot be found in books, and it can only be known with rich life experience.

Although the fur ball in front of me can't tell whether it's a dog cub or a wolf cub, but since it's all hung like this, you can try it out.

The result is obvious, whether it is a wolf cub or a puppy, it has become a good cub now.

Lin Yanhong didn't know if it would hurt the little guy if he carried it like this, so he sat down, put it on his lap, pinched the back of its neck with one hand, and loosened its mouth with the other hand, pinching it. Hold its little paws and shake it gently so that it can break free from the futon.

I don't know if pinching the back of the neck has always been effective, or it has already understood that Lin Yanhong is helping it out of trouble. In short, the little wolf cub is finally honest, and his mouth no longer opens, showing those sharp baby teeth to Lin Yanhong up.

Human fingers are wonderful things, they are very flexible, and they rescued the little guy's little paws with three or two strokes.

Lin Yanhong pinched the back of its neck, gently put it on the ground, and then let go.

At that moment, he patted its chubby little buttocks with lightning speed, taking a small advantage in return for saving it.

The little guy's "jade buttocks" were touched (patted), and a carp turned over while straightening up.

When it was about to open its mouth, it saw Lin Yanhong with a smile on his face. Although the sun was blocked by linden trees around him, this person seemed to be shining brightly, making it unforgettable for people (wolves) to see.

It opened its mouth, then closed it again, then suddenly let out a wail, and then, like a small ball, spread its fat legs and ran away, leaving Lin Yanhong with a round back.

"Little white-eyed wolf." Seeing the little guy running away without looking back, Lin Yanhong blamed him, but the smile on his face did not diminish.

"Benefactor Lin." At this time, the elusive old monk suddenly spoke, which startled Lin Yanhong.

He stroked his chest, feeling that his heart almost didn't jump out, but the old monk still had an innocent look of "you were too focused on molesting the little animals just now so you didn't notice me".

"Master came late today." Lin Yanhong spent a few days with him. Although the content of the exchange was not substantive, the relationship was quite harmonious, so when he spoke, he was not as restrained as he was at the beginning.

The old monk shook his head: "It's not too late, it's not too late, today is neither too late nor too early, it's just right."

Pointing to the already miserable futon on the ground, he continued: "The poor monk is trying to change a futon, now he finally has an excuse, very good, very good."

Lin Yanhong was a little annoyed at first, but after hearing a few words from him, his anger subsided, so he asked about the little thing just now: "Is this a wolf from Wushan, or a puppy raised in the temple?"

"Is there any difference?" The old monk picked up the futon on the ground and turned it over and over again, feeling that he was not at all as "willing and free" as he was talking to himself just now.

Lin Yanhong was suddenly stunned by his question.

That's right, what's the difference between a wolf and a dog for Lin Yanhong?

This is just a chance meeting, whether we can see each other in the future is another matter, even if we can meet again, with its small appearance, it doesn't make much difference whether it is a dog or a wolf.

As a result, when Lin Yanhong was about to nod, the old monk asked himself and answered: "Actually, there is a big difference. Wolves can only eat meat when they grow up and cannot be raised in temples, but dogs can eat vegetarian food. Compared with It's much easier to raise."

For some reason, Lin Yanhong heard a hint of gnashing of teeth, a kind of nostalgia, and a kind of sourness in the sentence "It's much easier to raise".

But when he looked at the old monk, he found that his expression was normal, and he didn't seem to care about his futon any more.

"Is Lin Shi mainly trying to weave futons?" The old monk shook the "wreckage" in his hand and asked Lin Yanhong.

——Doing it all over again, I can take a walk with my father in the morning, go out for a long trip, smoke the house by myself, and now I have to learn to weave futons... Life is so colorful and joyful!

While Lin Yanhong slandered, he was curious about things he hadn't tried before.

Then he didn't know if he had run into something evil, or if he was too bored and dizzy, so he sat with the old monk under the bodhi tree, learning to weave a futon with thatch.

"Benefactor Lin, here should be to press it down, then stuff it into it, make another bend, and tie a knot here... No, no, no, it's not like this, please look carefully, it is to press it down It, tuck it into it again, make another bend, and tie a knot here."

"Benefactor Lin, the gap here needs to be adjusted carefully. If you leave such a big hole, you may directly touch the ground when you sit on it. It's better not to make it up."

"Benefactor Lin, please forgive the poor monk for speaking bluntly. Your movements are too slow. If you continue to make up like this, you may not be able to sit on the futon for a year or so."

"Benefactor Lin, please don't give up so easily. It is said that where there is a will, there is a way. The sky will send great responsibilities to the people, and it will definitely..."

Someone who is disgusted and whose ears are callused and almost collapsed: "..."

He felt that even if he didn't get any news about the "spiritual appearance" and "demon cat" when he came to Huayin Temple in Wushan, it would not be considered as nothing.

At least he has learned some common sense of life, sharpened his will, and reached a higher level spiritually. Even if he returns to the Lin Mansion and listens to Lin Tong's words, he may be able to cope more freely than before.

"Benefactor Lin..."

"I said Master, did you hear any voice?"

"Hey, the poor monk didn't hear anything."

"Oh, maybe I was worrying too much. There shouldn't be a little paw scratching the futon you just made."

"!!!"

……

One day in the middle of the mountain is a thousand years in the world.

Lin Yanhong now finally understands what kind of feeling this is.

The incense in Huayin Temple is at its peak, and the air is filled with the scent of grass, trees and Buddha. It is obviously "incense", but it smells extra reassuring and peaceful.

There are also morning bells and evening drums, which are simple and distant, and monks chant scriptures, quiet and peaceful.

"Aww, ow~" "Stop it, stop it!"

"Aww ow~" "Impossible!"

Lin Yanhong sighed from the bottom of his heart. He sat under the bodhi tree and watched the little wolf cubs spoil the old monk's futon in different ways. One was elated and the other was furious.

Then there are the little wolf raising its claws and the old monk begging for mercy again and again. The high personality at the beginning seems to be Lin Yanhong's illusion.

I couldn't bear to see it anymore, and felt that the old man kept making futons for himself every day, besides sweeping the floor. It was really sad and pitiful. Lin Yanhong stretched out his hand and pinched the back of the cub's neck to calm him down.

Panting, the old monk looked at the "devil king" with his little claws resting on his chest and his tail between his fat legs, and finally felt a sense of vicissitudes: "Hey, if you continue to look like this, you really can't afford it."

Lin Yanhong heard the words and asked: "Isn't this the wolf from the temple? Does it have an owner?" Now that he can clearly distinguish the wolf from the dog, he finally didn't let the little guy change his bloodline.

He put the older little guy on the grass and let him play with wild flowers and weeds.

The old monk shook his head: "There is no owner, but there are family members, but in fact, there is no such thing as no. The place is surrounded by wolves, and it is very dangerous. If you throw it in, there will be no bones left."

Lin Yanhong was confused, but he probably understood: "So it doesn't go back, but stays in Huayin Temple? Didn't the master say that wolves have to eat meat, so they can't be kept in temples?"

"Of course I have to go back. A wolf is a wolf after all, so if you can live a happy day now, let's live a happy day."

Lin Yanhong found that the old monk was not like ordinary monks, who paid attention to ascetic practice and peace of mind.

His mentality seems to be more like an ordinary old man, who has seen all kinds of life, so he is sensible.

"Benefactor Lin, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in Wushan for a long time."

Lin Yanhong nodded: "You are right. This may be a paradise, but a wolf is a wolf after all, and I am me after all. It will be a matter of time before I go back. If I can live a happy day now, I will live a happy day."

He found the little wolf cub secretly hiding behind the linden tree, peeking at him with half of his head exposed.

When Lin Yanhong looked over, it quickly hid again, then stretched out half of its head from the other side of the tree, and continued to peek at him.

He thought of something, and turned to ask the old monk: "We have been calling it like this all the time, won't the master give it a name?"

The old monk smiled and replied: "The poor monk is neither its owner, nor its relatives, nor its predestined relationship. How can it be named randomly? It is responsible for it, and it will be responsible for a lifetime..."