little demon

After one failure, Fu He didn't bother to touch the bad luck anymore, he failed in molesting and watched the little monk eat fast and chant Buddha every day, so many days passed.

In the quiet night, Fu He would occasionally miss the little monk who was still walking wobbly.At that time, Fu He lied to the little monk that he could learn the unique martial arts skills of flying over eaves and walls after ten hours of horse gait under the scorching sun.

Right now, Fu He was lying lazily on the tree to bask in the sun, and a stone fell on his head.

"Don't go to sleep, let the master see it later, it will be better for you."

The little monk raised his hand and tugged at the hem of Fu He's fallen clothes.

Fu He glanced at the young monk indifferently: "I'm afraid that the old monk will fail?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm afraid." The little monk urged, "Come down quickly."

Fu He stuck out his tongue at the young monk: "Coward." Then he turned over and fell lightly to the ground.

The little monk reached out to pick up the fallen leaves from Fu He's hair, clenched his palms tightly, with a faint smile on his lips.

"And said it wasn't a cat."

Fu He frowned: "You are questioning my noble blood!"

"It's my fault. I'm ignorant, ignorant and ignorant."

The little monk took Fu He up with the other hand, and wrapped Fu He's hand full with his calloused hand.

Fu He followed the little monk, looking at the young monk's back that has been raised in recent years, he couldn't help feeling again that the growth of a person is like a flick of a finger for a demon.

"If you die, I will be very sad." Fu He said with a bitter face.

The little monk couldn't laugh or cry: "Is it too early to talk about my death date?"

"Not too early, not too early," Fu He said sadly, "Decades are pretty fast."

The little monk was full of helplessness: "You..."

Fu He secretly thought, if the little monk doesn't want to die, he will give the inner alchemy to the little monk, let alone make the little monk live a hundred years longer.

After thinking about it, Fu He was immediately satisfied, scratched the palm of the little monk, and said to himself, "I am so kind to you, there are not many kind-hearted fairies like me."

The little monk said: "It is true that there are not many goblins as stupid as you."

The grown-up little monk always seems to like to be called Fu He Silly Demon.

After hearing this, Fu He was about to bite the little monk's hand, and then sadly found that the little monk had rough skin and thick flesh and couldn't bite.

The next day, Fu He leaned against a tree to bask in the sun as usual, bored, but heard the little monk under the tree say that the next abbot would be a young monk.

Fu He's heart was startled, the secret way is not good, isn't the abbot going to be old and scumbag.Besides, the abbot is the worst of the old monks.

Anxiously waiting until the end of get out of class at night, Fu He hurried to the little monk's table.

"I heard that you want to be the abbot?"

The little monk flipped through the scriptures and asked without raising his head, "Who did you listen to?"

"Anyway, I just heard it said," Fu He pulled away the little monk's book and persuaded, "You must not be the abbot. Once you become the abbot, you will really be helpless. I can't save you, so I can only watch. You become an old log."

But the little monk said, "I can't be the abbot."

"Why?" Fu He asked.

"Because I am ashamed of the Buddha," the little monk looked at Fu He, "and I am ashamed of you."

Fu He didn't know when the little monk was ashamed of the Buddha, but he knew that the little monk was ashamed of him, so he immediately stroked his palm.

"Yes, yes, you still owe me tens of thousands of drops of water!"

The little monk seemed to be amused, but shook his head with a wry smile.

"Stupid demon."

The dark red candlelight reflected on the young monk's face, making the little monk's dark eyes dim.The little monk stared at Fu He's face, lost in thought, no matter how much Fu He teased him, he would not say anything.

For the first time, Fu He realized that he could not figure out the little monk.

A few days later, dark clouds quietly gathered over the monastery.

Fu He didn't like rainy days very much. After the rain, the monastery was wet everywhere, and his hair was a little heavier than usual.Therefore, on rainy days, Fu He would return to his original shape and nest on the little monk's pillow, taking a leisurely nap in a ball.

At first the little monk would tiptoely close the door when he saw Fu He for fear of waking him up, but now the little monk would hold Fu He on his lap when he saw the cloudy clouds, and then read the scriptures by himself.

Fu He turned over, lay on his back, looked at the little monk's chin, and scratched the little monk's wrist.

The little monk squeezed Fu He's paw with his backhand: "Good boy, sleep." He never took his eyes off the book.

Fu He pursed his lips: "Look at it every day, can you see the flowers?"

The little monk's eyes paused for a moment on Fu He's fox face, and then left.

"Seeing things you can't see."

"Like?"

"For example, why can you shuttle through the courtyard without being discovered by Master."

Fu He yawned: "Of course it's because I have boundless mana."

"I'm afraid your little magic power can only scare children." The little monk tapped Fu He's nose, "Because you have spirituality and Buddha's karma."

Fu He jumped up: "Bah, bah, you have the fate of Buddha."

The little monk laughed: "I am a monk, so I naturally have a connection with Buddha."

Fu He was annoyed: "Where did you see that I have a connection with Buddha?"

The little monk said that there was a Buddha seal on Fu He's head, and unless Fu He showed up on purpose, no one would be able to detect Fu He's evil spirit.

Foyin...

Fu He touched his forehead.

When the old monk wiped out his entire clan and took over the fox's den in one fell swoop, he was the only one left behind.

Fu He was young and inexperienced, not yet able to take human form and speak in human language. When he found that the old monk's hands were stained with the hair of his tribe, he naively thought that the old monk was a guest at home, and wanted to pester the old monk for fun.

The old monk seemed to have formed a seal in his hand, barely stopped in mid-air, finally let out a long sigh, and tapped Fuhe's forehead.

"That's it."

Fu He didn't know, so he thought it was very interesting for the old monk to shake his head, so he followed him all the way to the monastery.This stay lasted until the day when the old monk passed away.

After returning home, facing the empty den and not being able to find a single member of his tribe, he realized that even the target of revenge is no longer alive. Fu He wandered alone in the mountains for an unknown number of years, but in the end he still entered the gate of the temple.

I saw a little monk who couldn't carry a bucket.

Seeing that the young monk has grown into a nerd, and has a faint tendency to develop into an old monk, Fu He tried to stop it in the most stupid way.

Taking advantage of the young monk's absence, Fu He put those damn scriptures into the brazier. He thought that there were no books to read, and the young monk should play with Fu He.

Unexpectedly, the little monk came back sooner than expected, Fu He was impatient and guilty, for a moment he forgot to use spells to cover it up, and put his tail up in front of the brazier and grinned silly at the little monk until the little monk's expression changed.

Fu He took a step back subconsciously, and saw the little monk flying towards him with a pale expression, and then his tail hurt, and a ray of fire burst out in his peripheral vision.

It was the sparks that exploded from the brazier, which almost reached Fuhe's tail, but was bumped by Fuhe's back, and the whole brazier fell down.

The little monk pushed away the hot brazier with his bare hands, grabbed Fu He with one hand, and dragged the quilt off the bed.

The little monk said angrily, "What are you doing so stupid?!"

Fu He whispered: "The book..."

"What do you care about the book," said the little monk, "what if you burn it?"

The smell of burning flesh mixed with the smoke spread in the house. Fu He sniffed his nose and found the little monk's hand behind his back. He watched his tears fall on the little monk's bloody fingers, which made the little monk tremble all over.

The little monk softened his tone: "It's okay, it's okay, aren't you a goblin, just cast a spell on me."

Fu He shook his head, tears kept falling: "We vixen, we don't know the magic of wound healing."

"It doesn't matter," the little monk pressed against Fuhe's head, "I will, but it will be slower."

Later, the little monk was fined for a month of closed confinement because he burned the scriptures by mistake and trained his hands well.The little monk didn't want to eat the steamed buns Fu He stole, so Fu He went hungry with him.

Counting it, they are also in trouble.

The little monk closed the book and rubbed Fu He's ears.

"What are you thinking, so lost in thought?"

"I was thinking..." Fu He bit the little monk's finger lightly, "Your meat is more fragrant than mine."

No wonder the clansmen said not to give your heart to others easily. It turns out that only people can make the goblin feel heartbroken.

The little monk always said that Fu He was stupid, but he didn't know that he was really stupid.

He actually said in front of all the monks in the temple that he had committed a crime of lust.Fu He has been watching the young monk for so many years, and has never seen a monk as abstinent as the young monk, so how could he commit a crime of lust and abstinence.However, in front of the old abbot, the young monk insisted that he had no regrets after being tortured three times. The old abbot was so angry that he locked the young monk in the scripture pavilion and punished him to copy all the scriptures before he could come out.

"I'm afraid the old man is old and his brain is not working well," Fu He complained on behalf of the young monk. "You are not a monster. You can't finish copying this scripture in 100 years. He obviously wants you to live there until you die."

But the little monk was not annoyed at all, he just smiled at Fu He with a good temper, which made Fu He lose his temper.

"The old man told you not to talk, do you really not talk to me?"

Fu He bit the back of the little monk's hand fiercely, grinding his teeth.

"If the old man told you not to talk to me, wouldn't you never talk to me again?"

The little monk remained silent. The little monk picked up the ink and drew a little fox on the rice paper.

Fu He glanced at it, and said dissatisfiedly: "You make me ugly."

The little monk smiled and drew another kitten.

Fu He hurriedly covered the paper: "Don't draw farewell monsters!"

The tip of the pen dipped in ink landed on Fu He's face, and he drew a few strokes lightly, as if the feathers were fluttering, making Fu He itchy.

Fu He "giggled" and laughed straight, the anger in his stomach was completely vented.

At this moment, the door of the pavilion opened, and the monk who entered the door saw the fox on the paper, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly shouted: "Monster! Senior brother is indeed bewitched by the monster!"

Fu He didn't know what happened, the little monk had already cast a talisman on Fu He, threw Fu He out of the window, and repeatedly urged: "Go!"

Soon, the old abbot rushed over with some disciples. He picked up the piece of paper drawn by the young monk and looked at it for a moment, raised his white eyebrows, and shouted: "Do you know what's wrong?"

The little monk pursed his lips and did not speak.

Fu He scratched at the curtain angrily, it was his painting, why did the old host take it away, but the little monk's charm prevented Fu He from getting any closer.

Fu He struggled to get closer, only to hear the young monk say, "The disciple's ties to the world are not broken, and the six sense organs are not clean."

After being silent for a while, the old abbot said, "Have you thought it all over?"

The little monk knelt down and kowtowed three times.

At this time, the old abbot showed the same expression as the old monk back then, and said "that's all" to him.

On this day, the little monk was expelled from the monastery.

All the novice monks couldn't understand what kind of precepts the abbot's favorite student had committed.

Seeing the young monk standing in front of the temple gate with a pale face for a long time, Fu He said distressedly: "Why bother, where did you break the precept?"

The little monk closed his eyes: "If you commit a crime, you commit a crime."

Fu He looked at the young monk's face, held the young monk's hand and asked, "Is this a violation of the precept?"

"Guilty."

"Then..." Fu He bravely kissed the little monk on the cheek quickly, "Is this also a violation of the precept?"

The little monk's eyelashes trembled, and he said in a low voice, "I committed a crime."

Fu He was in a good mood, shaking the little monk's hand and said: "If you commit a crime, you will commit a crime. Anyway, you are not a monk anymore, so what are you afraid of?"

The little monk looked at Fu He and said, "I'm not afraid of Buddha, I'm afraid of you."

"Are you afraid that I will lead you to break the precept?"

"afraid."

"Then you should be very afraid."

Fu He held the little monk's hand tightly and walked down the mountain step by step. He hoped that this journey would never end.