Master, you think too much

In the courtyard of Sangzi, there is a very big bodhi tree, which grows luxuriantly and gracefully. It was planted by Sangzi himself, using an ordinary bodhi seed.

When Sangzi first transmigrated into this world, he happened to encounter a scorpion, with no food, no money, and no grass to eat.The body is also a second-grade elementary school student, even if there is food, he can't grab it.

But he still thought, I am the protagonist, how can the protagonist be starved to death?So he started to walk step by step, and then crawled with one palm print after another. In the end, he was really saved.

The person who rescued him was an old abbot, who complained, "Ouyou, you have another mouth, how can the little food in the temple be enough to eat..." He carried him into the temple panting.

When he woke up, he saw the old abbot was sitting in front of him, chanting Amitabha Buddha, his drooping and loose eyelids could not cover his shrewd eyes, and he stared at Sangzi, just like a weasel who had been hungry for a long time a chicken!

Seeing that Sangzi's eyes gradually cleared up, he showed Sangzi the razor hidden under his sleeve.

Ah, the poor monk sees that you are exquisite and cute, why don't you stay here and become a little monk?After the famine is over, there will definitely be many pilgrims coming to offer incense, and then you will stand next to them holding the merit box... Ouyou, why are you looking at the poor monk like this, you have a way to survive if you stay here, right?

Sang Zi shook his head, saying that he wanted to learn how to cultivate immortals and not become a monk.

The old abbot nodded, took back the razor, and said that was fine, in fact, cultivation was similar to being a monk, both of them had to be pure-hearted and ascetic, except that one kept his hair and the other didn't.

When Sangzi was leaving, the old abbot gave him a small package full of grain.Repeatedly told Sangzi: These are the surplus food I usually save, I just keep it for you to support the cultivation world, and you must hide it well, but don't be seen by others... After a pause, he took out the food again. He gave a bodhi seed to Sangzi, and said cheekily: Bodhi represents enlightenment, wisdom, and knowledge, and he is talking about monks like poor monks... If you go to the world of cultivation, you will probably never come back, so I will leave it for you to read think……

Shouldn't it be a warning... Sangzi was still thinking at that time.

Later, when Sangzi came back, it turned out that the temple had been pulled down. He asked the people around him why, and they said that even the last abbot who stayed here died of starvation, so what is the temple still doing?

No wonder... Sangzi was thoughtful, no wonder there were no monks in such a big temple.

The young and strong monks all ran away, and they abandoned the old abbot who had taught him for many years. The old abbot barely survived on the surplus food left in his daily life.

But Sangzi also abandoned him in the end, and took away what little food he had left. He probably gave the bodhizi in the hope that Sangzi would remember him, right? ——I am the old abbot of this temple. I am enlightened, wise and knowledgeable. I am the closest monk to Buddha!Look, I saved a person before I died!

Sang Zi really remembered him. He planted the seeds given by the old monk into the space, irrigated them with spiritual spring water, and moved them to the best part of the yard after they grew into seedlings.

The little fox knows that he likes this unknown tree the most, so every time he gives something, he puts it under this tree.

Sangzi hooked her feet, pressed her body down, and hung upside down on the tree trunk firmly, with long green threads hanging down and touching the ground.Seeing the little fox looking back, he thought he called softly, "Shuanghua."

"Oh——" Shuanghua screamed in shock, turned her fingers into claws, and "scratched" Sangzi's beautiful face into a picture of a field ridge!

"ah--"

Su Boli was sitting and adjusting his internal breath, but was suddenly frightened by a sharp fox cry and a shrill master cry, and almost fell off the collapsed floor.

What... what's the matter? !

Don't scare me...

He hurried towards the direction of the sound and stopped beside a linden tree.

He seems to be able to guess something.

The master fell to the ground with disheveled hair and covered his face. The brocade clothes were crumpled like white paper crumpled and spread out, and one of his boots was thrown away... Kneeling beside him was the fox that scratched him last time. The young man who had grown up, the young man lay on his chest crying out of breath, with an extremely sad expression...

Su Boli picked up the boots, walked to the boy and motioned the boy to move a seat for him to come.

The young man got up sobbing, looking at Sangzi who was lying on the ground covering his face and pretending to be dead, he couldn't help crying...

Me, I'm not dead yet... Really!Sangzi was very tired.

"Shuanghua, this deity is fine, you go back first."

"Ugh..."

"You will really be angry if you don't leave the deity."

The boy turned into a prototype, looked back reluctantly, and saw that Sangzi didn't intend to keep it, and jumped away with a few sad steps with a sound of "oooo".

Seeing that the little fox was gradually disappearing, Su Boli tried to ask the master who was still covering his face tightly.

"Master?"

"Yes." Sangzi replied sullenly.

"It's cold on the ground, Master, get up quickly."

"Ah."

"...Master's golden boots have been picked up, please put them on quickly."

"Ah."

"Then... Master, please respect your feet..."

"……Um."

Su Boli helped Sang Zi up, let him stand upright, knelt down and pinched his beautiful white jade feet... He sighed in his heart that it felt so good, and helped him pull up the foot clothes 1, and then put on the brocade boots.

"This appearance is really detrimental to the majesty of the master, please change clothes with the apprentice."

"Ah."

Relying on her divine sense, Sangzi walked back step by step while covering her face tightly. During such a long distance, she didn't even fall.

... Master, you old man took your hand away and let me have a look... Didn't you say that the wounds scratched by formed monsters are not easy to heal?What if scars are left?

It's a pity that Sangzi immediately entered the portable space as soon as he entered the door.Just kidding, how can the protagonist see his horrible face!People often remember the ugly side of others more deeply than the beautiful side. For example, when an ugly girl becomes beautiful later, people will comfort themselves by looking at her face, but they used to be prettier than her!Another example is that a beautiful woman turns ugly later. People will definitely think that she is also a beautiful woman when they look at her?It's not as good as yourself!

In short, it is to find psychological comfort through other people's pain... If Su Boli saw his face that was about to turn into shavings, even if his face recovered, he would definitely think, ah~ so the master didn't see me So……

What a horrible thing!

In addition to allowing the rapid growth of spirit grass, Lingquan water can also stop bleeding and promote muscle growth.Sangzi drank two mouthfuls of spiritual spring water and washed his face again. His face gradually became itchy. After the itching passed, he touched his face again. It was already the same as usual.

Mingtu stretched out two paws to pat his face, and the narrow eyes of the brown rabbit were obvious: You are not a woman, why are you so concerned about your face?

Sangzi can only say, rabbit, you don't understand: I am the master!Master of the protagonist!Have you ever seen a master who is not as grand as Feng Xu Yufeng, fluttering as if he is independent from the world, but like the chicken-stealing Wang Ermazi at the head of the village...

Besides, the protagonist will definitely be better than himself in everything in the future, at least he can't be suppressed by him in terms of appearance...

Not only can't be suppressed by him, but also continue to be handsome!

Until one day when people saw his heroic appearance and sighed "Oh, that man is so handsome~", Su Boli could puff up his chest and proudly say to them, "He is my master! His name is Sangzi !"

Ah, it's so handsome that I can't bear to look directly at it...

Seeing his slumped face and the corners of his mouth curled up strangely, Mingtu knew what he was imagining...

It invaded the Sea of ​​Sangzi Consciousness, and hit it mercilessly, "I have never seen a master whose clothes are disheveled and hair disheveled. Look, there is still a piece of mud on the hair... You have been asking for food for a few days?"

"..."

ps.: footwear is equivalent to today's socks.