Chapter 107 Buddha, please protect your little fox (19)

Jingchen touched these childish handwriting absentmindedly, and a faint pain spread from his fingertips.

His fingertips trembled as he continued to look down.

[I've noticed, Buddhist disciple, that you're starting to dislike me... Is it because the little fox isn't pretty enough in human form? But when I looked in the bronze mirror, I felt even prettier than that annoying Princess Chaoyang.]

I'm sorry, Buddhist... I'm being narcissistic again. I'm so foolish, it's normal for you to dislike me. You wouldn't help me put on my lotus skirt, and you even moved to the next room, keeping your distance from me.

I know I've caused you trouble, so I'm going to leave. Don't worry, I'm smart now and I won't be bullied by other foxes.

So, you, my son of Buddha, should take care of yourself. I hope that you will be happy in the future and become a Buddha soon. We will meet again if we are lucky.

From Little Fox]

His heart suddenly contracted, Jingchen groaned, and subconsciously covered his chest.

A hint of doubt and strangeness flashed across those narrow, moon-like eyes.

What does this feel like...

His pale lips parted, and every breath was painful.

"Are you also a monk in the temple? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"You are so handsome, even more handsome than those little monks in the temple."

"You're such a weird person. You're not happy even when people compliment you. If someone compliments me on my beauty, I'll be happy for a long time."

The little fox's soft and cute voice replayed in my mind like a projector.

Jingchen suddenly remembered...

It seems like he hasn't praised the little fox yet...

He always believed that the little fox had no spiritual roots and was very stupid, so out of compassion, he decided to save it and help it become a human.

But now it seems that he is the one who should be converted.

Only when the little fox was by his side did he feel what happiness was.

Jingchen recalled a sentence he had written on rice paper.

Buddha saves all living beings, how can we save Buddha?

The little fox that could ferry him across the water seemed to have been driven away by him...

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After the little fox left, Jingchen moved back to his original Zen room.

His life did not change at all, but became more peaceful and regular.

In the morning, Jingchen got up from the bed, changed into plain robes, and washed up.

In the Buddhist hall, young monks were chanting scriptures.

Jingchen stood upright, kneeling on the cushion, holding an old yellow scripture on his slender white joints.

Even when he was kneeling, his aura was still awe-inspiring.

Beside him was the thin and old Abbot Jingkong.

Sandalwood was burning in the Buddhist temple, and curls of white smoke filled the air, making it look solemn and serious.

"Buddha's son...why didn't I see that little fox this morning?"

Jingchen closed her eyelids lightly, and her long eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly when she heard the words.

He pursed his bloodless lips and said in a low voice

"She...went down the mountain."

Abbot Jingkong's fingers froze as he turned the Buddhist beads. After a while, he let out a deep breath.

"Amitabha. Please don't blame me for being cruel. The fifteenth of next month will be the day of my passing. I just want to take care of everything for you in the remaining days..."

"After all, helping you to attain enlightenment is my last wish..."

Jingchen lowered his eyes, bowed with both hands, and spoke in a calm voice without any emotion.

"I know..."

Jingkong sighed again and lowered his head.

He was born for the Buddhist disciple Jingchen, and naturally he should die for the Buddhist disciple Jingchen.

He calculated that the fifteenth day of next month would be the day he passed away and his body would return to dust.

Originally, everything was calculated by Yu Pan.

But a female fox appeared beside the Buddha.

He checked the fox's lifeline in the jade plate and found out that it was born in Qingqiu and had not transformed into a human form for five hundred years. It had never left Qingqiu until its death.

But now, her lifeline actually intersected with the Buddha's lifeline, which completely contradicted the records on the jade plate.

His time is running out, and he will never allow anyone to hinder his followers from converting to Buddhism and seeking the right path.

After the morning sutra, Jingchen usually went to the dining hall.

After finishing his breakfast, he subconsciously reached out and touched the steamed buns in the bamboo steamer.

Pause.

A rare hint of pain flashed across Jingchen's narrow eyes.

He pursed his lips, his fingertips frozen in mid-air, and finally had to withdraw them in disappointment.

The slender bones hanging at his sides curled up, and he had to hold the white robes tightly, unwilling to let go.

Habits are really scary things.

Buddhist temple

The wooden windows were wide open, letting in the cool morning breeze.

A tall and thin figure stood beside the desk.

The wind blew his hair, and even blew a hint of red into his eyes.

On his handsome face, which looked like that of a banished immortal, the dogwood on his forehead was dazzlingly red.

"Buddha Jingchen? Are you in there? I'm here to look for the little fox."

Wuan's voice came from outside the door.

“No need to look for it…”

Jingchen murmured softly, his cold voice mixed with an inexplicable obscure emotion.

"What did you say?"

Wu An's eyes were filled with doubt. He put his right hand to his ear, trying to hear more clearly.

"Squeak."

The bamboo door was pushed open, and the graceful figure of the Buddhist disciple appeared in sight.

He opened his lips, his voice was low and cold, his temperament was elegant and light.

"You don't need to look for her anymore, she's gone down the mountain..."

Jingchen's face was expressionless and emotionless. Her long, curled eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyelids, and her thin, crimson lips under her high nose bridge made her look delicate and heartless.

If Wuan didn't understand the temperament of Buddhists, he would even suspect that he was joking with him.

"You mean, the little fox left?"

leave...

Jingchen hummed softly.

Wu An seemed to be struck by a bolt from the blue, and the pastry in his hand fell to the ground with a plop.

"Did the little fox leave because he was hurt by Uncle Fatty?"

Wuan's eyes suddenly turned red, and he felt guilty and uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was the spread of emotions, Jingchen felt a little hot in his eyes, and even his voice was not as calm as before.

"No... She's mad at me..."

"Angry with you?"

Wuan wanted to continue asking, but when he saw Jingchen's abnormal expression, he had to shut up.

"Then, Buddhist disciple Jingchen, I won't bother you any more. If the little fox comes back, please tell her that I have made some cakes."

"Um."

After getting the reply, Wu An turned and left.

Jingchen looked at his back, his eyes dark and dim.