little demon

Fu He hoped that under his influence the little monk would be able to get out of the mud without being stained, but it turned out to be the opposite. The younger the monk grew, he became more stupefied, and he knew all about Fu He's tricks, no matter how much he teased him, he would not respond.

Fu He poked the little monk dissatisfiedly and gradually got rid of his childish face, the greenness faded, and the round chin began to have clear lines.

Facts have proved that human children always mature faster than demons.

"You've spent more time listening to the old monk chanting mantras than playing with me." Fu He complained.

"It's not chanting mantras, it's talking about Zen."

The little monk pressed down his scratched paw, and hugged the little fox into his arms to prevent him from continuing to make trouble.

"I haven't finished my homework today, don't make trouble."

"How good is the schoolwork?" Fu He broke free from the little monk's arms and jumped onto the scriptures, "Is it as good as me?"

The little monk smiled and stroked Fu He's soft down: "Naturally it's not as good as you."

"Then you still watch." The little monk Fu Heliao is a fool.

The little monk shook his head and said: "The homework must be completed on time every day, otherwise it will be delayed more and more."

"Let others..." Fu He blurted out.

"Huh?" The little monk narrowed his eyes.

Fu He fell silent.

Fu He still remembers watching the young monk sweep the floor once before, and asked the young monk to leave it to others to do it.The little monk said that he had to do his own work, but just as Fu He finished talking about his own work, others would do it when he had an extra broom in his hand.Fu Hezheng was surprised, but saw the little monk raised his head, his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile, imitating him in a childlike voice.

"What you say, others do what you do."

Ami, you have a big bald head.

The little monk looked innocent, and he learned to be bad faster than the monster Fu He.

If Fu He said to ask others to do it again, if the little monk pushed him the scriptures, then he would really go to see the Buddha.

Fu He shook his tail, jumped to the window sill, and rushed out.

If the little monk didn't play with him, wouldn't he know how to have fun himself?

Fu He rolled his eyes, scratched his paws under the shade of the tree, and made a tactic with great effort. In an instant, he transformed into the appearance of an old monk, stroked his long beard, and stepped into the house again.

"You are fine today, you worked hard, let's rest first."

The little monk looked at Fuhe and then at the sky.

"Master, there are still many things I don't understand."

Fu He glanced at the young monk's densely written books filled with teeny boys, and the old god said: "The time has not yet come, but when the time comes, you will naturally understand."

The little monk said again: "Master, it's not past noon, is it too early to rest?"

Fu He said: "It's not early, it's not early, it's time for lunch."

The little monk had a smile in his eyes: "Master, there is no need to worry, I have eaten my meal."

Fu He's eyes widened: "What, you dare to steal food behind my back!" After speaking, he quickly covered his mouth.

The little monk pretended to turn his face sideways: "Hey, what did you say, Master?"

Fu He stuck out his tongue, solved the spell, and changed back to his own appearance.

"Okay, you're kidding me."

"I'm wronged," said the little monk, "you're the one who made fun of me."

Fu He squatted down, lay on the little monk's table, and held his chin up.

"It's so boring, why don't you just play with me."

The little monk reached out and touched the tip of Fu He's nose.

Fu He was waiting to be happy when he heard the little monk say no.

"Hmph, homework, homework, homework all day long, it's rare that I find time to play with you!" Fu He said with a downcast face.

"You have been playing all day." The little monk's tone sounded quite helpless.

"You don't know my hard work!"

Fu He groaned and bit the little monk's hand, leaving a shallow tooth mark, then turned and ran out.

Sure enough, the temple couldn't raise good people. The young monk chanted scriptures with a straight face every day, and he became more and more like an annoying old monk.

Fu He was so angry that he sneaked into the world to see how those brothel girls made the nerds who only know how to drop their bookbags red-faced and embarrassed.

After observing carefully all night, Fu He silently figured out their words and deeds in his heart, and he thought he understood clearly, so he returned to the mountain proudly.

He is much stronger than human beings, can a young monk still be unable to handle it?

The little monk's room was burning with Zen incense, and Fu He was waiting for the little monk here. When he saw the little monk entering the door, he stopped the little monk's figure, and then took off his clothes one by one under his astonished gaze.

"I……"

Fu He snuggled up to the little monk's body and breathed lightly on the base of his ear, watching it slowly turn red.

"Let's do something fun."

The little monk was sweating on his forehead, and said coldly: "If you keep messing around like this, don't blame me for being rude."

"I want you to be gentle."

Fu He raised the corner of his mouth, and bit the little monk's ear hard. Hearing the little monk's breathing stagnate, before he had time to get complacent, he suddenly had a splitting headache, and rolled on the ground wishing he could cut his head off.

The sound of mantras kept coming from his ears, Fu He forced a breath, and opened his eyes, but seeing the little monk chanting the mantra with a vajra face on his face, he suddenly realized that the little monk was no longer the little Douding who could let him keep his mouth shut at will.

Human growth is so rapid.

After that, Fu He slapped away the hand that the little monk pulled him up, and rushed out of the window angrily, making up his mind to ignore the little monk for three days, no, five days.

However, after wandering in the mountains for a long time, Fu He couldn't help but turn back and take a stealth shot, and sat by the window to watch the little monk sitting in the Buddha and chanting scriptures.In the deep mountain temple, the most interesting thing is the little monk.

In the evening, Fu He crossed again and slipped into the little monk's room. The little monk was meditating, and when he heard the movement, he knew it was Fu He, and opened his hands.

Fu He fell on the little monk's lap and asked the little monk to massage the top of his head.

"Don't be naughty next time."

He is not naughty, Fu He just can't understand the young monk's old-fashioned appearance.

"You are going to become an old monk from a young monk."

"Everyone grows old."

Fu He put his head on the little monk's stomach, and said in a muffled voice, "Why don't you take me in."

The little monk paused: "Do you know what will happen to the demon if it is taken away?"

Fu Heman said nonchalantly: "What will happen? At worst, you will have your bones pulled out and you will eat the inner alchemy." Anyway, as a demon, nine out of ten will end up like this. It is not too bad for him to die at the hands of the little monk. deficit.

The little monk patted Fu He's head, and after a while he let out a long sigh.

"Stupid demon."